Текст книги "Finn Beckett"
Автор книги: M. J. Fields
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After her leg is set, she finally agrees to take some pain pills. I leave her and Noah alone when it kicks in.
I walk down the hall, hearing River’s fucking voice. It’s like listening to a fourth grader playing an electric guitar.
“Get the fuck out of here! I’m fucking done! Did you hear the fucking surgeon, man? I’m fucked, totally fucked. I can’t feel my goddamned hand! Just get the fuck out!”
I see Billy and Memphis coming out of his room, then hear metal hit the wood, and a bedpan flies out behind them.
“Piss off, fuckers! I fucking quit!”
They both look exasperated and exhausted, their heads hung low. They both look up, though, when they see me approaching.
“Man, don’t go in there,” Memphis warns. “He’s wrecked.”
I nod. “Didn’t plan on it.”
“I fucking hear you, Beckett! Stop being a bitch and face me like a man!” River screams.
“Changed my mind,” I say as I walk into his room. Face him, I will, and here is as good a place as any ’cause, if I fuck him up, they can put his sorry ass together again.
He sneers at me and lifts his bandaged arm. It looks like it hurts like a bitch, and I’m glad. “You fucking did this! You are the reason this happened! ‘Take care of the girl.’ Isn’t that what I do for you? Isn’t that what I have always fucking done for you?!”
“If you’re referring to Jesse, you didn’t take care of shit. She OD’d. She was pregnant with my kid and she died.” I was ready and willing to be the bigger man when I walked in this room, but he’s fucking begging for it.
“You sure it was your kid? My dick was in her, too, Beckett. My kid could have been growing inside her. Whoever’s it was fucked her up. She was—”
“You’re all sorts of willing to share that you were fucking my girlfriend now. Why the fuck did you wait six fucking years?” The person I had walked through hell with had fucking hated me for six years. Six fucking years!
“You wouldn’t let her get rid of it. I begged her to. She wasn’t ready for a kid anymore than you or I were. She deserved to live her life, but you had to fucking preach to her. Do the right thing? The right thing for who, you or Jesse?!”
“Six years, River. Six fucking years of lies, you son-of-a-bitch. Six years, I trusted you like a brother, and for six years, you felt this way toward me?”
“No, motherfucker, I loved you. I felt the same burn inside as you did after losing her. I didn’t know who you were mourning over a pile of coke. I just knew you lost something. When I figured it out, there wasn’t shit I could do about it. But you stand there, judging me—”
“I intend on doing just that. I wish you the best, but you and I, we are nothing.”
“Fuck you and fuck the bitch you’re putting it in!”
I walk out the door and look at Memphis. “Find a replacement or I’m done.”
“You shitting me? Find a replacement? Motherfucker has a year of therapy and surgeries ahead of him; don’t walk now. He needs you—not me, not Billy; he needs you to tell him you understand, that you—”
“No Memphis. Find a replacement or I’m out.”
***
I offered to take Noah with me so he could get some rest, but Sonya thought it best he stay where he had the night before—with X and Taelyn. She reminded me that she didn’t want to push anything on him this quickly, and I told her we have nine months to get him used to the idea. I think she took that as we would keep two separate homes and date for a while. She is out of her fucking mind. Regardless, I’ll let her think that for now.
I hold her all night. She is asleep, passed out, but just being with her brings me peace. The nurses stop complaining when I threaten to get River riled up again.
Her face is cut up. She has stitches in her hairline, but damn if she isn’t still beautiful.
She opens her eyes in the middle of the night while I am staring at what was her sleeping face.
“What are you doing?” she asks, still half out of it.
“Thinking,” I answer then kiss her head, careful not to hurt her in the process.
“About?” She closes her eyes.
“That most men would run for the hills if they were in my position. Most do. Those aren’t real men; they are boys. You deserve a man, and I swear on Blow Pops and airplane blow jobs that you have one.”
“If you want to talk about her with me, Finn, or about River or—”
“No, that’s the past. My only regrets are not staying and listening to you about that journal.”
“I still have it. I want you to read it. Maybe it will help.”
“Give it to River. I don’t want it. I want here. I want now. I want you.”
“You can mend it with him.”
“No. No, fuck that. He lied to me.”
“But so did I,” she whispers.
“No, you didn’t. You—you told me.”
“But it took a long time.”
“But you tried, and even when I asked you not to, you told me.”
“I couldn’t live with the lie.”
“He could.” I look at her. “I am so sorry. So, so sorry.”
She shakes her head. “Don’t be. Just talk to me.”
“Not about that. Please, just keep it in the past.”
“Okay, how about the second regret?”
“Not fucking you in the back seat of the SUV when that is really all I wanted to do. If I hadn’t been so fucking stubborn, you wouldn’t be in here, and as much as I despise him, he wouldn’t be in there.”
“It wasn’t your fault, Finn. The truck ran a red light. It was an accident.”
“God, I love you.”
She sighs. “I love you.”
“I love you truly.”
Her eyes open, and she looks at me. “I love you truly, too.”
***
The next day, Noah and I take her laptop while she is getting a bath and search for houses. When she comes back in, she asks what we are doing, and Noah tells her finding a new house for her, him, and me, ’cause we are a family, a real family.
She looks at me, and I can’t help smirking. She doesn’t respond.
After she’s released, we pull up to the house River, Billy, and I share. Noah is ecstatic that we’re on the beach. He gets out and runs right to the little yard on the side toward the water.
“Go get him.”
“He’s just looking at the water. He—”
“Finn.” Her voice trembles.
I stick two fingers in my mouth and whistle loudly. “Noah, come on back and help me out.”
He stops and turns around. “Then I get to go touch the water?”
“Is he bartering with me, Yaya?” I ask, looking at three foot nothing who thinks he’s six-four.
She laughs and nods. “He is.”
“And it’s normal?”
“It’s expected.” She lifts her left leg and swings it around. “We gotta hurry.”
“You do know I’m a good three-foot taller than you, right, Noah?” His eyes narrow. “And a lot bigger than you.” He shrugs, looking confused. “All right then, now that we have that all cleared up, can you grab your mother’s purse?” I lift her up, and he laughs. “She’s slow. We’ll get to the water much faster.”
“I got her crutches, too.”
“Cool, little man.”
***
I sit and listen to her phone conversation with her aunt.
“No, I’m not changing my mind.” She stops to listen. “The house is on the market. I’m not changing my mind.” Again, she stops, looks at me, and covers the receiver “If she knows it sold, she will do something horrible.” I nod as she continues to listen. “No, I’m not giving you any of the profit, Margie. You took out a second mortgage for two hundred thousand dollars.” She looks over at me, and the hurt in her eyes crushes me.
I put my hand out and mouth, “Phone.”
She shakes her head no, but I take it, anyway.
“Finn, don’t. She’s—”
“This is Finn. I just wanted to let you know you’re lucky that Sonya doesn’t press charges for fraud, embezzlement, and driving with Noah in the car while you were fucked up.”
“It was pain medication, not illegal. It was prescribed for my TMJ after getting assaulted by my ex.” Her voice cracks.
“He hit you?”
“Yes, he did. It was awful—”
“Should have hit you harder,” I say, serious as shit.
Sonya covers her mouth and tries not to laugh.
“What did you just say?” the bitch gasps.
“You come near her, and I’ll make sure you wish the son-of-a-bitch did. You call here again, and I will push for an investigation to be opened whether or not Sonya wants one. She and Noah are gonna start living and stop giving to fucking leeches like you. Have a shitty night, bitch.” I hang up and look at Sonya. “If she calls here again, I want to know.”
She nods. “Okay.”
I look at her lips, then her eyes and then her lips again. “I want you so damn bad.” I push her hair back, resting my hand on her neck as I pull her toward me.
“We have to wait for the doctor’s okay.”
“Killing me,” I grumble, kissing her lips.
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
I watch as Finn and Memphis carry the couch through the French doors that lead to the back patio of our new home.
It all happened fast. When it came down between two houses—one on the beach and one just outside of the city with ten acres and a barn—I picked the house that wasn’t on the water.
Finn and Noah ganged up on me. They seem to do that a lot lately. Finn says I over-think everything, that being spontaneous once in a while would feel good. Then Finn smiled at me, and God, his smile made me weak, and strong, and so very happy.
“That means four wheelers,” Noah whispered to Finn, and then they fist bumped each other.
A week later, we both put our money together and bought a house. It is in both our names. His and mine. Ours.
With no mortgage, nothing to figure out or plan for, we just need to live and love. That’s what I painted above the brick fireplace in our living room, just above the obnoxious sixty-inch flat screen.
I watch Finn and Memphis set down the first part of the huge U-shaped sectional that will be the center of the room, a place where Noah will grow up listening to music, watching TV, and witnessing the love a real man shows to a woman.
Finn is not just sexy; he is sweet, and he loves me. He. Loves. Me. And I love him.
“Paint’s not good for the baby. Ladders with broken legs are not good for you,” Finn whispers in my ear, taking the brush out of my hand and shakes his head as he grabs the stepladder.
“It’s not broken anymore, remember? Fast healer, cast came off yesterday-”
“Still, you could hurt yourself. No ladder.” He kisses me. When he pulls back I nod agreeing. “Thank you.”
Our little one survived the accident, just like Noah survived ours.
When I told Finn, he said, “Next one isn’t gonna go through that.”
“The next one?”
“We have seven bedrooms, Yaya; we might as well fill them up. We can teach them how to love. Nothing better than love.” He laughed when he said it, and I understood his frustration. We haven’t had sex since before the accident. I have been sick and tired, yet he has been amazingly patient.
“Go relax,” he tells me now. “Read Noah that book, the one about the cat that thinks he’s a dog. It makes him laugh. I kind of love his laugh.”
“You love Noah’s laugh?”
“Yeah, of course I do. I also love when he sleeps so I can have you all to myself.” He kisses me quickly. “Sit, read, and relax.”
“It feels wrong to sit on my butt when you’re doing all the work.”
“You worked all week, so you deserve it. I didn’t do shit but hang out with Noah. Kind of feel like a kept man. I need to do something.”
“You are. You’re teaching Noah how to be a man, and you’re making me fall deeper and deeper in love with you.”
“Well, fuck, I’m gonna need to start wearing a damn cape.”
“Yeah.” I smile and sit down.
***
Finn
Exhausted, I climb the stairs with the little man in my arms. Sonya and he both fell asleep on the new sofa. I sent her up while I locked up and set the alarm system that she insisted on. I do that every night, hoping she falls asleep because making out was great as a teenager, but as a man who has been inside of a woman like her—raw—it’s hell.
I lie Noah down in his room that is directly across from ours and tuck him in. He may have the asshole who came in her first’s coloring, but his smile, his eyes, his heart, they are hers. He is a little man, his own person. He’s been through a lot in his life and he has a lot more to go through. I will do whatever I can to help him get through it all.
I often wondered if he would ever want to call me Dad, introduce me as his Dad. I shake my head and step back, whatever he wants, is his. I smile thinking he already knows that. Tomorrow we are going shopping for four wheelers, while Yaya is at Forever Four working.
I couldn’t wait to tinker in the barn with him, like I had with my Dad. The difference, the woman would be with us, not inside cooking up poison.
“Love you little man,” I whisper it out loud for the first time, because I do, without a doubt.
I turn on his nightlight and close the door behind me. Then I walk across the hall where I find Sonya isn’t in bed. However, I see a light shining underneath the bathroom door and hear the shower running.
I knock once, pushing the door open with my knuckles. “You okay?”
She looks out of the shower and smiles. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, of course I am, but … Wow, look at those tits.”
She pushes them together. “I need new bras.”
I need my tongue between them, I think as my dick stirs in my pants.
I nod instead of speaking, because nothing sweet will come out.
“I don’t know how long the hot water will last. I think you should get in here if you’re showering tonight.”
“A cold shower sounds good.”
She takes a sponge and squeezes it over her tits, the water falling down on them. “A hot shower sounds better.”
The way she says it, the way she purrs, brings me nearly to my knees.
I pull off my shirt, and she bites her lip. I unbutton my pants, and her knees clench together as her mouth falls open. When I shove them down, she licks her lips. I walk toward her, and she doesn’t step back.
I walk straight into her, my cock rubbing against her stomach, and I groan from the heat of her skin against mine. I reach behind her and grab her neck, pulling her into a kiss. Her hands immediately tangle in my hair, where they always end up. She’s a little less tame, pulls a little harder.
“Sonya,” I groan as my open mouth runs down her jaw and back up. Nipping her ear and reaching between us, I rub my finger between her hot, wet lips, and she pushes into my touch. I push a finger inside her and immediately find what I’m looking for—her G-spot.
“Oh, God,” she moans as she lifts her leg and hooks it around my hip.
“Guess again,” I groan as my mouth runs down her jaw.
“Finn, my Finn.”
I turn her facing the stone shower wall and reach in front of her. I push two fingers in her, and she whimpers as she squeezes my fingers now deep inside. I push her long, brown hair over her shoulder and suck on her flesh. Then I reach around and cup her tit, rubbing my thumb across her peaked nipple, and squeeze as I finger her harder, faster.
“Don’t stop. Oh, Finn, don’t stop,” she pants as she places her hands against the wall, her head hanging down as she rides my fingers.
I release her tit and grab my cock in my hand, rubbing it against her round, little ass. Her back arches, and she spreads wider for me.
She looks over her shoulder. “Please. Please, Finn.”
I take my fingers out, using one to circle her clit as I push into her pussy slowly. I watch my dick enter her, and her back arches more. I grip her ass with one hand and rub my thumb up and down. Her little, pink hole puckers when I touch it. She looks back at me, and I do it again. She doesn’t tell me no, and fuck if I don’t want more of it.
I stick my pinky in my mouth and get it nice and wet. Then I run it over her again and again until she arches her back more and widens her stance. I feed her more of my cock and push my pinky against my new desire. Her body’s movement is accepting, so I push the tip of my pinky inside. She tenses before I thrust my hips forward, almost fully inside as I wiggle my pinky ever so slightly.
I feel her quiver as I move slowly in and out of her. I move slowly, afraid to do it any other way, because I will either come too soon or hurt her.
I keep up the pace and bring her to the edge then slow down, over and over again until she looks back at me.
“Please, Finn. I want to come. Let me come for you.”
“No one else ever again.”
“No one else ever before.”
“Fuck!” I take my pinky from her ass and grip both hips as I rock her faster and a little harder until her pussy clenches my cock inside of her, and I feel her orgasm. “I’m not gonna hold out much longer.”
“Come, Finn,” she begs as I continue fucking her through her orgasm.
“With me, babe.”
“All the way.”
“Forever,” I groan as the last stream of cum shoots in to her.
“Forever,” she moans.
“I love you so damn much,” I say as I pull out and turn her to face me.
She pushes herself up on her toes and kisses me hard, just the way I like it.
###The END###
Coming January 31st, 2016
River James
Rockers of Steel
Book 3
When he fell in love, he fell hard. When he lost her, he lost his will. Drugs, sex, and rock and roll—in that order—became his life.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
MJ FIELDS
USA Today bestselling author MJ FIELDS’s love of writing was in full swing by age eight.
Together with her cousins, she wrote a newsletter and sold it for ten cents to family members. She self-published her first contemporary, new Adult romance in January 2013. Today she has completed six self-published series, The Love series, The Wrapped series, The Burning Souls series, The Men of Steel series, Ties of Steel series, and The Norfolk series.
The Rockers of Steel book 1 Memphis Black, and book 2 Finn Beckett. River James is available for presale, release date is January, 31st 2016 and Billy will be released in March 2016.
MJ is a hybrid author and publishes an Indie book almost every month, and is signed with a traditional publisher, Loveswept, Penguin Random House, for her co– written series The Caldwell Brothers. Hendrix is available now. Morrison will be released on December 1st, 2015.
MJ was a former small business owner, who closed shop so she could write full time.
MJ lives in central New York, surrounded by family and friends. Her house is full of pets, friends, and noise ninety percent of the time, and she would have it no other way.
She is represented by Marissa Corvisiero.
Email – [email protected]
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~Thank you~
Two words are not nearly enough for all that so many of you have done for me.
In less than three years, and thirty three books later...
The stories are still continuing to pour out of my head.
For that I am blessed, and those two words are whispered to the heavens.
To the owner of this book
You are the reason I get to do this. I wish I could give you a bazillion answered prayers but sadly I am not able. Instead you have my pinky promise I will continue to give you more and become better at my craft everyday.
To all of the wonderful bloggers,
What you do is selfless and simply amazing. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing, caring, and loving the stories all of us who are blessed enough to have you in our corner helping us realize our dreams. I am honored and you are truly cherished. Please feel free to contact me if ever I can do something for you.
To my #foreversteel readers group
I love you to the moon! You make me laugh, push me, support me and make me feel appreciated I can only hope I do the same for you!!
To join the fun go to
www.mjfieldsbooks.com
and click members only
To my beta’s a million thanks
#foreversteel
Fran, Elizabeth, Cassandra, Courtney, Richelle, Staci, Angie, Renee, Laurie, Lisa, Bobbie, Ivy, Kelly, Debbie, Rhiannon, Laura, Michelle, Teresa, Veronica, Jamie, Heather, Christina, Maggie, Brianna, Jeana, Debbie, Annette, Christi, Selena, Tara, Joely, Danielle, Stacy, Christine, Maria, Shaunna, Jennifer, Christy, Diane, Keeana, Diane, Jamary, Sarah, Jodi, Johnna, Dannielle, Suzi, Michelle and my very first Gloria!
To all of you who follow me on social media, so many of you have become friends and I adore you.
To all of you who message or e-mail, your words mean so much to me. Thank you for taking the time it is very appreciated.
To my alpha
You know who you are and how much I love… love… love you.
To Hype PR
Love you bunches thank you for making me realize I have no clue what I am doing and should just stick to writing… lol.
To Joely
Hugs and love. Thank you for everything
To my Jules
Fucking wizard. I will meet you some day and we will hug….and be happy.
To C&D
I swear to God above you ladies make me crazy in such a good way. I literarily enjoy going through the edit process. Who the hell says that?!
To Kellie
I love you SOOO much. So much, that I promise to give you more time with the next book…. Umm…. Have I said that before?!? Okay I will make an effort to do that, for real.
To Indie Ventions
Mel…. You are a saint and I hope you know I feel that way. You could tell me to f off with my hundred changes but you don’t. Thank you.
To Ivy,
Missing you and super proud of you!!!
To my virtual girls,
My secrets are safe with you, and yours with me. How crazy is it that we meet people we never would have before and who truly become part of us? I love it! Love you all too!
To K23,
(author Kari March)
I am so very appreciative of you as well. My readers first impression of my book comes from you. Thank you for always giving me perfection.
To CC and my Kate,
I love you both!
To Franggy the cover model
I am gonna skip right past the thanks to you and say it to God. Thank you God for Franggy….
To Ellie
Thank you for Franggy Yanez too. Would not have found a perfect Finn if not for you <3
(insert middle finger pic… cause I know you like that as much as I do)
To Terri Anne Browning,
Thank you for allowing me to play with her band!
If the Tainted Knights intrigued you check out Terri Anne Browning’s Rocker series starting with,
The Rocker That Holds Me .
The Tainted Knights by Terri Anne have their own series coming in late 2016.
Last but not least…
To my little chick,
I will be forced to explain someday, I know I will. You will look at me like you did when you found the text that said I am free until 10 and freaked out and thought I was dating someone. You actually said ‘I want to jump in the lake, hit my head on a rock, and hope I don’t remember seeing that.’ And I swear you were serious and I am sorry I laughed so hard I couldn’t talk but it was hysterical.
Lesson one… if you’re gonna snoop do it right, Joely is not JOE!
Lesson two… what I want for you someday can be found within the pages of my books, NOT the naughty stuff, because I will take the key to the chastity belt, I will have you locked in, to the grave with me…. but that kind of man who makes up his mind and sticks with it. Who puts his family first. The kind of man that makes you smile and that cherishes your heart, that kind of love, forever steel.
I will make certain you are that kind of woman too. You already are becoming her. So strong, so beautiful, so intelligent, so talented, and growing more confident in you everyday.
I love you… more
<3
