Out of Mind (Out of Line #3)(56)
Author: Jen McLaughlin

He didn’t need to worry. He was Finn.

“You’re perfect,” I said, slowly standing. I trailed my fingers over the red, jagged scars on his arm and shoulder. “Every mark on your body, whether it’s ink or a scar, tells a story. I want to know it all. I want to be there for it all from now on.”

He relaxed, his eyes lighting up again. “You will be. I swear it.”

“I know. I do too. Without you, I go out of my mind.”

He laughed. “Yeah. Me too.”

“I have a surprise for you.” I undid my shorts, letting them fall to the floor. I stared at his tattoo. The one he’d gotten for me. The sun is finally shining. On his other shoulder, he’d gotten a new tattoo. It said Ginger. Even when we were apart, he’d gotten my name on his shoulder. I blinked back tears. God, I loved him. “I hope you like it, because I have a feeling it doesn’t mean the same thing to you as it once did. But it means a lot to me.”

He cocked his head. “I’m trying to concentrate, but you’re getting naked. I’m finding it increasingly hard to listen.”

“It’s part of the surprise.” I kicked out of my underwear and then grabbed my shirt hem. “I got something for you for Christmas, but I didn’t have a chance to show you.”

He nodded, his gaze on my stomach area…or maybe lower. “Show me,” he rasped. “Hurry, please.”

I took a breath and lifted my shirt over my head, letting it hit the floor behind me. The bra came off next, but Finn wasn’t watching my movements anymore. He’d spotted my gift since I was officially wearing nothing but his necklace and his tattoo. As he stood there, staring at me, I waited. Letting him look his fill this time. “D-Do you like it?”

He closed the distance between us. Reaching out, he traced his fingers over the ink with a featherlight touch. “You got our tattoo? When?”

“When you were overseas.” I rested my hands on his arms. “I know you don’t like saying it anymore, probably because it reminds you of what you went through over there, but I—”

“I f**king love it.” He pushed me back on the bed, lowering himself down my body to kiss the ink. “And I f**king love you, too. So damn much.”

His hand skimmed lower and dipped down between my legs. I almost fell apart right then and there, because it had been so freaking long since I’d been touched like that. I let my legs fall open and moaned. “Oh my God.”

“Jesus, I missed this. Missed you.” And then he thrust a finger inside me. I cried out, arching my hips, my eyes rolling back in my head. It felt that good. “You’re so hot when you’re flushed with need, Ginger.”

“P-Please,” I begged, moving my hips higher. “More.”

He chuckled, the sound low and so sexy it drove me even more insane. My pulse raced, and I moved my hips again, groaning when he thrust inside at the same time. “I am so incredibly moved and touched that you did that for me,” he said, withdrawing and then thrusting two fingers inside. “But before I get all sappy and sentimental and shit, I’m going to make you scream my name so f**king loud it hurts.”

“God, yes,” I breathed. “Finn.”

He slid down my body till he knelt on the floor next to the bed. Without a second’s warning, he closed his hands on the sides of my hips and his mouth was on my clit. As his tongue moved over me in slow, sensuous circles, I slowly drifted away to a place where nothing mattered but us. Nothing but this.

He cupped my butt, lifting me higher against his hot mouth, and increased the pressure. His fingers dug into my skin, making me cry out from the mixture of pleasure and pressure, and he scraped his teeth against me. It had been so long since I’d had him, so long since I’d felt anything even remotely close to this, that it didn’t take much to send me soaring over the edge.

And, man, did I freaking fly. “Finn,” I cried out, my entire body bursting with pleasure. “Oh my God. Oh my God.”

He let me hit the mattress again, growling as he climbed on top of me and claimed my mouth with a tortured kiss. After he rolled a condom on, he lifted my hips and thrust into me in one hard drive, not stopping once he was all the way inside of me. He pulled out and slammed into me again, making my entire body convulse from pleasure. I screamed into his mouth, unable to hold back the frantic noises escaping me, and closed my legs around his waist.

Freaking heaven.

He broke off the kiss and rested his forehead on mine, breathing heavily. His muscled arms flexed on either side of my head, and he rolled his hips gently. “Shit, Ginger. Are you okay? Was I too rough on—?”

“No.” I dug my heels into his butt, smacking his arm in frustration. “Don’t stop. Keep going. Harder.”

He growled and moved within me. Slow at first, but quickly picking up speed and friction. I dragged my nails down his back, moaning and whimpering and God only knows what else I did. My body was focused on him and what he was doing to me. Nothing else registered at all. I was so lost in him that I didn’t even know or care what I said or shouted or even cried.

As long as he kept pumping his hips like that and kissing me, that’s all that mattered. He bit down on my neck, letting out a grueling moan. “I’m so f**king close. I need you to come again, Ginger.”

He reached between us, squeezed my nipple between his finger and thumb with the perfect amount of force, and thrust harder. “Yes,” I cried out. “Oh my God, yes.”

He thrust into me so hard the bed moved across the floor with a loud screech. His hard biceps were so strained his veins were pronounced, and he closed his eyes, his face lost in pleasure. It was so freaking hot, watching him like this. Knowing I was the only one who got to see him like this. I clung to him even tighter. “Fuck, Carrie.”

“Let go. I have you,” I said, kissing him. “I’m all yours, love.”

He let out a broken sound and moved inside of me without abandon. I dug my nails into his shoulders as the bed moved across the floor, the tightness in my stomach coiling so hard that I knew I was close to exploding again. He pinched my nipple, rough and hard, his tongue moving against mine, and I came.

“Carrie.” He growled and pumped into me once more, harder than ever before, and his body went rock hard as he orgasmed. He collapsed on top of me, his breathing harsh. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah.” I grinned. “It’s been way too long.”