This felt so unnecessarily dramatic. My emotions never happened on a sliding scale, but tonight, that changed. Finn stepped back, giving me space. My cheeks burned at the thought of yelling into the night like some banshee. He seemed to sense my shyness and turned around. I laughed when he covered his ears after saying,
“Get mad Naomi Lewis. No one’s watching.”
I placed a hand on my throat, wondering if I even had the ability to produce something so loud. As I closed my eyes, it helped me feel less self-conscious. Finn drove all the way out here so I could scream, so the least I could do was give it a shot.
Actually screaming was less awkward than the buildup. A few birds in the trees nearby fled in a hurry to avoid whatever drama was brewing. My throat opened to let the sound out and, with it, pure anger. What’d been building up for hours in my muscles was released. The tears were back, paired with the scream like it was a matched set. I’ve never angry cried before and it was quite possibly the most therapeutic thing I’ve ever done. Pressure I didn’t even know that’d been building in my lungs, vanished. God, how long had I been carrying around this weight? I thought happiness lightened the load, but pure rage demolished it.
Finn turned around when I was finally quiet. I laughed at the impressed looked in his eyes.
“You did good,” he said, laughing too. “Far louder than I expected.”
I rubbed my throat. “I haven’t cried in years. And I haven’t screamed…ever.”
“This is good then,” he assured.
I snorted. “You’re a bad influence. This was the plan all along, wasn’t it?”
Finn raised a brow.
“Find a happy girl and make her scream?” I teased. “Make her grumpy like you.”
“More or less,” he agreed with a bright smile.
I snorted at the pleased looked on his face. “Well, you’ve succeeded. And what got you most of the way was your uncle’s ax. I know I’m weak, but I don’t think this thing could chop through butter. It’s infuriating.”
Finn laughed, holding onto his stomach. I smiled. I was right. All cute guys held onto their stomachs when they laughed. It was a law of the universe.
“I purposefully picked the dullest of the bunch.”
“Why?” I asked.
“The added frustration helped send me over the edge the first time I came out here to do this. Thought it’d work on you too.”
It was my turn to laugh. “So, you have me trying to cut wood with a crappy ax so I could reach my breaking point?”
“I wanted you to feel like you could rage. Vent and hit things, you know? Everyone should be able to hit things…in a controlled environment, of course.”
I smiled and looked down at the ax. “I suppose you’re right. Your form of therapy has some merits. I do feel lighter. The swinging was cathartic.”
“I’m glad.” He kissed my forehead. “Would you like to swing some more, or should we head home?”
“How about neither?”
Finn looked confused.
“Let’s not go home yet. I have an idea. You said there are a hundred acres here, right?”
He nodded, still not following. “Right...”
I smiled. “Let’s go find some to borrow for a bit. I know another therapeutic way to let off steam.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Finn
Naomiplacedherhandon the headrest behind me as she lowered herself onto my cock. We both released low moans as our bodies connected. I battled the urge to roughly lift her up and down on top of me. Instead, I clung to her waist, letting her control the pace.
It’d been her idea to drive further onto the property. We were still close enough to see the dimly lit cabins in the distance, but far enough to have some resemblance of privacy.
