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  Maybe later.

  Her attention went up to his abs where she outlined each ridge with her fingertips. “One,” she whispered as she moved to the other side. “Two.” Both hands were on him now, all of her fingers on his skin as she continued north. “Three and four.”

  Finn shifted underneath her, rubbing up against her.

  “Five and six.” Her next inhale was unsteady and she looked up to his face. “You keep doing that, I’m going to lose count and we will have to start all over.”

  “Promise?”

  “No distracting, remember?” She put her palms flat on his abdomen, her nails gently biting into his skin.

  Finn pushed up again, this time circling his hips.

  “Seven and eight,” she finished before she leaned forward, hands skimming up his body, and captured his mouth with hers.

  Her breasts were pressed against his chest, the light dusting of hair on his pecs tickling her nipples as she slid over him. Her tongue moved against his, licking and tasting. He rocked his hips underneath her, pressing his cock against her clit. To say that he was driving her crazy would be an understatement, but two could play at that game.

  Pulling her mouth from his she started to kiss her way down his throat and to his chest. The second she swirled her tongue over his nipple, he stopped moving his hips as his back arched off the bed and he groaned, long and low and filled with pleasure. Brie treated his other nipple to the same swirl before she continued on moving south, kissing across those abs she’d counted earlier. She was straddling his knees when she got to his rather stellar “V,” and she did do a little biting and licking…or a lot.

  “Do you like this, Finn?” she asked as she nibbled around his belly button.

  “So damn much.” His words came out strained, like he was barely holding it together.

  “Then you’re going to really like this.” She hooked her fingers in the sides of his boxer briefs and pulled down.

  For just a second Brie stilled and just looked. Oh, seeing was definitely believing. Finn’s cock sprung free and the man was gloriously long, hard, and thick. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, her thumb swiping across the tip before she started to pump her hand up and down the length of him.

  “Holy shit, that feels good.”

  “You know what’s going to feel even better?” She squeezed his balls and he groaned, his hips coming off the bed.

  “Me inside of you.”

  “Exactly.” Brie let go of him as she slid off of his lap, her feet landing on the floor. “Condom?”

  “In my wallet.” He gestured to his jeans on the floor as his hands came out from behind his head and he pulled his boxer briefs the rest of the way down and off of his legs.

  Brie grabbed the dark brown leather wallet from his back pocket and tossed it to him. He opened it, his fingers pulling out two.

  “Well, aren’t you confident?”

  “You have no idea.” He grinned before he tossed the extra one on the nightstand.

  Brie snatched the other one from his hand and tore the foil open. “Lie back down, Finn. We’re going to do this my way the first time.”

  “So you agree, there will be a round two?” he asked as he lay back down.

  Brie straddled his thighs again before rolling the latex down his cock. “If you can get it back up”—she stroked her hand over him for good measure before lining him up to her entrance—“absolutely.”

  “Oh, sweetheart, that isn’t going to be a problem.” Finn grabbed on to her waist as he thrust up into her, while Brie pushed herself down onto him.

  Neither of them moved for a second, both of them adjusting to the incredible feel of the other. Well, she at least thought he felt incredible inside of her, filling her up in every delicious way. And what with how his eyes were focused on her like he was right on the edge, she’d wager he was enjoying himself, too.

  “Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled, his fingers digging into her skin.

  “Does that go on the like column, too?” Brie leaned forward, her hands landing on his chest, using him for leverage as she pulled herself up, slowly dragging along every inch of him.

  “It goes on much more than the like column,” he ground out through clenched teeth as he moved up again while she came back down.

  They were slow at first, getting a feel for each other before they picked up the rhythm. Finn clearly wasn’t the type of man to just lie there while she worked. Not that she would’ve expected that for a second. He’d proven himself to be pretty dedicated to the task at hand early on in the evening.

  And speaking of hands, one of his made its way between her legs, his fingers moving over her folds until he got to her clit.

  “Finn!” As Brie’s head had fallen back, she moaned his name to the ceiling.

  Her back arched and she reached back, her hands on his knees as they continued to move. Up and down. In and out. Over and over again. She could feel it, could feel her orgasm building at the very core of her. Her hips rolled as he thrust into her, his fingers between her legs getting more insistent, his hand at her waist tightening.

  “Come on, Brie, come for me.”

  And come she did, her body pulsing around Finn’s cock as he continued to move. The orgasm wasn’t a slow or sweet one. It slammed into her, taking her breath away for just a moment, and it was another moment before she got her voice back. When she did, she quite audibly showed him just how much she liked what he was doing to her.

  Finn was right behind her, thrusting in a few more times before his body stilled. He was buried deep inside of her when he let go of his release, her name on his lips.

  “Come here.” He tugged on her hip, pulling her forward and onto his chest. His mouth covered hers as the hand at her hip moved up, his fingers delving into her hair.

  The kiss was slow and languid, like he had all the time in the world. It was nothing like he’d kissed her so far that night, but it was perfect. She wanted more of it.

  Luckily for her, there was another condom.

  “Thank you,” she whispered against his mouth.

  He pulled back just enough to look into her face, the smile on his lips lighting up his eyes. “Did you seriously just thank me for sex?” There was a laugh in the question.

  “No, not exactly.” She shook her head, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip in an attempt to bite back her own smile. She let her lip fall from her teeth a second later. “I was thanking you for making me forget.”

  “Brie, we aren’t finished yet. There’s more forgetting in store for you.”

  “Oh thank God.” And with that, she covered his mouth with hers again.

  Chapter Five

  A Rather Harsh Reality Check

  It was just after two o’clock in the morning when Finn quietly shut the door to room three-oh-two behind him. He’d left a thoroughly satisfied and sleeping Brie behind in bed, snuggled up in the rumpled sheets and blankets.

  They’d probably finished their second go-round well over an hour ago. That time Finn had been on top, Brie’s legs wrapped around his waist as he’d taken her. It had been even better the second time around—something he hadn’t thought possible—probably because they’d gotten a sense of what the other liked. She wasn’t exactly shy about it, either…he knew what pleased her just by how her body responded to him.

  It had been awhile since Finn had been that satisfied himself—neither of them had held anything back. She’d fallen asleep against his chest. Her mouth at his neck and her hand at his side, fingers stretched out against his ribs. He’d stayed there a little bit longer than he normally would’ve; it had just felt so fucking good to have her up against him. And he’d really liked touching her, having her under his hands.

  When he’d gotten a little too comfortable, and had started to doze off, he’d forced himself to pull away from her. Before he’d gathered all of his clothes and left, he’d pulled the covers over her and kissed her on the forehead. He had absolutely no idea what had posses
sed him to do that last thing, but he had.

  Now he was heading down to his truck, but he didn’t make it past the first-floor landing before coming up short. Shep was making his way up the stairs. When his eyes landed on Finn he hesitated for just a second, shaking his head before he continued up.

  “What?” Finn asked as Shep walked by.

  “Just wondering when you’re going to get tired of it.”

  And just that quickly, Finn’s good mood disappeared. He glared at his brother’s back. “Be careful, Shep, your hypocrisy is showing.”

  The thud of Shep’s boots echoing across the wooden deck stopped as he turned around. “I’m a hypocrite?” His eyebrows rose high on his forehead, his frown pulling down the corners of his mouth.

  “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you spent how many years working behind that bar picking up as many women as possible?”

  “You’re right, Finn, I did sleep around. Fucked more women than I can remember. And that’s the point. I. Don’t. Remember. You know what I do remember, though, everything about Hannah. That woman—and our son—is my world, and I would do absolutely anything for them. Anything. And all of that other stuff? Well, that’s stuff I can’t take back.”

  “Look, I’m not you. OK? Your life isn’t mine.”

  “Really? ’Cause it sure looks like you’re making some of the exact same choices I made. Can you tell me anything about the last girl you were with? Before tonight’s rendezvous? Do you even remember her name?”

  Finn racked his brain for a second…that had been a few weeks ago. “Margie.” Or was her name Miriam…Marianne? Shit.

  “It was Alicia, but nice try.”

  “How the hell do you remember that?” he asked, unable to keep the incredulousness out of his tone.

  “Because I’ve been paying attention, Finn.” Shep’s voice rose, and he closed his eyes as he reached up, pinching the bridge of his nose. It was a second before he dropped his hand and opened his eyes. “If this is what you want to do for the rest of your life, sneaking out before the sun comes up”—he waved his hand at the floors above him—“and going home to an empty house, then that’s your choice, and I can’t stop you. But you want to know one of the last things Grandpa said to me?”

  Finn was pretty sure he wasn’t going to like the next words that came out of Shep’s mouth, but as his brother didn’t really even give him a second to respond, he was going to hear it anyway.

  “He asked me when I was going to stop messing around with my life and settle down. He said I was twenty-eight years old and I needed to start acting like it. That was when I stopped fucking around. Three years before Hannah came back into my life. You’re twenty-nine now, Finn.”

  They just looked at each other for a moment, Shep slightly blurry as he was a few feet away from Finn, who still wasn’t wearing his glasses. Shit. He’d forgotten them in Brie’s room. It wasn’t the first time he’d left behind a pair of glasses, which was why he had a spare set in the glove compartment of his truck.

  “Go fuck yourself, Shep. As much as I’ve enjoyed this little chat, I’m going home.” And with that Finn turned around and headed for the steps, feeling like he’d just been punched in the gut.

  * * *

  The sensor light at the front of Finn’s house turned on as he pulled into the driveway. He put his truck in Park and turned the engine off, looking at the building in front of him.

  It wasn’t just the Sleepy Sheep that Owen had built with his own two hands. He’d built this house, too. A two-story A-frame that sat on ten-foot pylons, the Gulf of Mexico stretching out behind it. Not that Finn could see the water at this hour, but it was a pretty spectacular view in the daylight.

  When Owen had died and Ella had moved in with his parents, Shep had taken over the house. But when Hannah had moved down, Shep had given the house to Finn. He’d already moved back to Mirabelle at that point, actually he’d been living with Shep at that point.

  Thinking about his brother pissed him off. Shep could have his opinions. Didn’t mean they related to Finn. The circumstances weren’t the same…not entirely anyway. They’d both gone down their respective paths because of failed relationships. Though, in Shep’s case, the woman he’d lost came back to him. And for Finn, well, Rebecca had left because she hadn’t supported what he wanted to be.

  He wasn’t enough for her to wait for. And what the hell did that say about him?

  Shep could stand there and give his little Sermon on the Mount all he wanted. He got the girl in the end. Got his girl. Finn hadn’t. She’d been the only woman he’d ever been in love with, and she left. Left him.

  Next to losing Owen, it was the most painful thing he’d ever gone through. He had absolutely no interest in experiencing that again.

  None.

  Finn got out of his truck and headed up the stairs to his house, keys jangling in his hands with every step. The second he opened the door the clip-clip-clip of nails on the hardwood floor echoed through the hall. His puppy was bounding around him, beyond excited to see him.

  Well, maybe puppy was a loose term these days. Frankie was more than one and a half now, and a good ninety pounds. She was mostly white with a few light brown spots on her head and back.

  “Hey, pretty girl.” He dropped his keys on the side table before he bent down and started to rub her head. “Want to go outside?”

  Her answer was to do two laps around his legs just in the time it took him to straighten and turn around. He pulled the door open and she bounded out of the house and down the stairs.

  Frankie was yet another reason that Finn didn’t stay the night places; he wasn’t leaving her alone all night. The evenings he worked at the bar were the longest she spent by herself because he didn’t leave her alone during the day. She came with him to work every morning, spending her time at St. Francis Veterinary greeting everyone who walked in the door in between her naps on the overstuffed doggie bed in the corner of his office.

  His hands gripped the wooden rail of the deck as he leaned forward, looking out to where Frankie circled the patch of grass, sniffing around.

  Finn was happy with his life. Happy with his job, his house, his dog, his friends and family. Well, usually with his family. His brother wasn’t his favorite at the moment.

  Finn was happy with the stability he had in those areas. He didn’t need it in other places. He didn’t need it in his love life. Scratch that, his sex life. He wasn’t doing the whole love thing again. He wasn’t interested. Not in the least little bit.

  Shep’s words replayed in his head: I did sleep around. Fucked more women than I can remember. And that’s the point. I. Don’t. Remember.

  Finn didn’t, either. Not everything. Snippets here and there, but nothing big picture. And as he thought about that, a flood of images played through his mind.

  Brie walking into the bar for the first time. Brie walking into the bar the second time. Pulling her into the office, pushing her up against the wall, tasting her mouth. And then he got to the image of her as she stood in front of him, naked except for that black lace thong.

  He’d known it then, right there in that moment as she shook all of that long beautiful hair down from her head and around her shoulders. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt he’d forever remember what Brie looked like in that moment. He’d have that image in his head until his dying day.

  That fact should’ve been unsettling, maybe even a little bit terrifying. Instead it was oddly comforting. He wouldn’t forget any of that night. He wouldn’t forget her.

  * * *

  It was close to eight o’clock in the morning when Brie woke up to find herself sleeping alone. She’d known immediately, opening her eyes to the empty side of the bed.

  Brie didn’t do regrets. Life was too short. Her choices were her own, and she always learned from them, good or bad. There was a reason for every single part of a person’s past, for every single part of their history.

  When it came to bringing Finn back to her room and
sleeping with him, she’d do it all again. It still sucked to see that he’d left. That he hadn’t even said good-bye.

  It is what it is, and it ain’t what it ain’t. She repeated her father’s saying in her head. It had been a one-night stand and it wasn’t going to be anything else but that.

  She rolled over in bed, feeling the slight ache in her muscles and between her thighs. Yeah, she definitely didn’t regret the night before. Not even a little bit. He’d made her feel good—really good—and he’d made her forget. Yesterday, forgetting had been priority number one, so that had been a success. And so had the four orgasms he’d given her—those had been a huge success.

  But there wouldn’t be any more forgetting…or any more Finn-made orgasms. Today, Brie was going to face the reality of the situation. Face the reality of her situation.

  Her eyes focused on the French doors that led out to the deck. The blinds on the windows were cracked—not enough to look into the room from the outside—and she could just see the glow from the rising sun peeking through.

  The plan had been to leave by sunup that morning. Clearly that hadn’t happened. Besides, by this point in her trip she knew better with her “plans.”

  She was staying.

  There really wasn’t any other option. Her whole life she’d wanted to know her history, wanted to know more than the scraps she’d found with her research. This was her chance. A chance delivered to her by the one person who’d been the biggest roadblock before.

  She had no idea what she was going to find in that house. Had no idea how long it was going to take her to go through it. There was just so much stuff. Everywhere. At least she had time to go through all of it. It was the second of February, and she didn’t need to be back at UNC until classes started for the summer. That was over three full months from now.

  Three months.

  Well, one thing was for sure, she was going to need to figure out where she was going to stay. The inn wasn’t an option, not for that amount of time, and not if she didn’t want to be broke by the end of this little adventure. That left Bethelda’s house.