Finn: Conner Brothers Construction, Book 1 (CBC)

by Cee Bowerman

  “Finn! Do something!”

  “You don’t like this?”

  “I need more. Please.” I begged him. “I’m so close.”

  Finn slowly pushed one finger inside my weeping pussy, but he held it still as he licked my clit over and over. He finally pulled back and asked, “Is that enough?”

  I fisted my hands in the comforter beside me and growled at him. He laughed, and I could feel his breath on me.

  Before I could say another word, he stood up and sheathed himself inside me, pushing into me with one hard thrust. I felt the fullness, and the pain from his big cock stretching me, and I arched off the bed and screamed.

  Finn started pumping his hips, pulling out almost all the way and then slamming back into me, his pubic bone hitting my clit just perfectly each time. I moved my hands under my back and turned them to push my hips up off the bed and hold them there, changing the angle and depth of him inside me. He growled at me and stopped moving, his cock inside me to the root, as he moved his hand down and pressed on my clit with his thumb.

  “You like this? You like how I feel inside you?”

  “God, yes!” I lifted my legs and put my feet on his hips for traction as I swiveled my hips around his thick shaft. “So good.”

  I opened my eyes to see Finn watching us where we were connected. He moved his hips back and forth slowly, mesmerized as he watched my body take him inside.

  His slow movements were torturing me, and his thumb never stopped moving even when his cock had. I felt my body start to clench with the beginning of my orgasm. As the walls of my vagina tightened, Finn’s eyes got wide and he looked up at my face. He slammed into me again, and then pulled out until I was almost empty before he did it again.

  “So. Fucking. Good.” Finn grunted each word in time with a thrust of his hips. “Let go, Lena. I can’t hold back much more.”

  I dropped my hips and pulled my hands up. One hand went to my breasts, pinching my nipple between my thumb and my finger as I tugged on it. My other hand brushed his aside, and I reached down to feel where we were connected. His hiss let me know that he could feel my hand touching his cock at my entrance. As he slammed into me, I moved my fingers over my clit exactly the way I liked it and instantly flew into my orgasm. I felt Finn pumping into me harder, grunting every time he hit bottom, and then I yelled as my pussy clenched around him. His grunts got louder, and with a roar I felt him start to pulse inside me, filling me with his essence, the sounds of our wetness slapping together making my orgasm last even longer than I could take.

  Finn bent over, his hands going to the bed beside my shoulders, and he stayed inside of me, moving slowly in and out as the final pulses of both of our orgasms subsided. His breath was harsh, and sweat beaded on his forehead from his exertion, but I’d never seen a sexier man in my life.

  He hadn’t stopped moving, but I could feel that he was softening inside me. I closed my eyes and moved my hand down between us. Our juices had combined and were leaking out of me, but I didn’t care. I pushed the heel of my hand down on my clit as I circled his cock with my fingers. His movements slowed, and his softening cock finally came out of my body. I felt his come start to flow out of me and I caught it with my fingers before I rubbed it around on my bare pussy, enjoying the feel of the slickness when I passed my fingers back over my clit.

  “Fuck, baby, that’s hot.” I looked down to see Finn slowly stroking his hardening cock, and I smiled as I continued to work my clit with my slick fingers. “Fuck me.”

  Finn reached down and hooked his hands under my knees and pulled my legs up as he slammed back into me. I grunted at the sudden intrusion but loved the full feeling again. Finn pushed my legs up until my knees were beside my shoulders as he jackhammered into me. All thoughts of soft and slow were gone, and I quickly rubbed my clit with my fingers hoping to reach another orgasm before Finn filled me again.

  The sounds in the room were loud, our bodies slapping together, the wet sounds coming from our joined sex making me even hotter. Finn grunted each time he slammed into me, and I saw that his eyes were closed and the veins on his neck stood out with exertion. He was lost to the feelings our bodies created together. I had released something inside him that was a wildness, an animal who only needed to find it’s release.

  My orgasm took over and I screamed as I clutched at Finn’s cock with my pussy. Within seconds, I heard his roar and felt him splash inside me again. Finn collapsed on top of me, his heavy breathing mingling with mine. We were both sweaty and sated, and I loved it. It was messy and raw, and I had never felt like this before.

  Finn realized it was hard for me to breathe with his weight on top of me, and he pushed up onto his elbows.

  “I’ve never felt anything so good in my life, Lena. Fuck. You’re so fucking sexy and you feel so good around me.”

  “I think I may have passed out for a second with that last one.” I admitted to him and I giggled when I saw a satisfied smirk take over his mouth. “Good job, big boy.”

  “Shower with me?” Finn asked as he pulled his soft cock out of me.

  “Yeah.” I chuckled as I caught his release before it made a mess on the bed under me. “I’m a little dirty.”

  “Fuck dirty woman, you’re filthy and I loved every goddamn second of it.”

  I smiled up at him as I hurried to the bathroom to wash my hands.

  He turned the water on and adjusted it as I washed my hands. I glanced up at the mirror to see that my hair was a mess around my head, and my makeup was smeared around my eyes. I looked like I had been on a three-day bender.

  Finn walked up behind me and caught my eye in the mirror as he wrapped his hands around my belly.

  “I’m glad I found you, Lena. I didn’t realize it, but I’ve been looking all my life.”

  I smiled at our reflection as I leaned back into his body.

  “I think I’m in love with you, Finn Conner.”

  “Good. Because I know I’m in love with you, baby.”

  6.

  “She’s even got Angus smiling, and he’s only done that three or four times

  in his whole fucking life.”

  Royal to Finn

  FINN

  “Do you have any idea what it feels like to have whisker burn on your inner thighs?” Lena asked me as she walked into the kitchen.

  “I can’t say that I do, beautiful.” I watched her put her hands on the cabinet and push up so she could sit down close to me. She crossed her legs Indian style and looked at me angrily as she pointed down to her thighs.

  “It burns. When I stepped into the shower I had to hold in a yell.” She reached over and picked up the mug of coffee I had waiting for her. “Oh, God. Coffee.”

  I listened to her talking but was unable to form a coherent thought. The sight of her in one of my old t-shirts and a pair of her panties, making herself comfortable in my house, made my heart pound in my chest. I was rock hard again too, but more than that, my heart and head were certain that I wanted to see her there with me for the rest of my life.

  Holy fuck. I’ve known her just a few weeks and I’ve already told her I loved her. Of course, it had slipped out without me even knowing that the feelings were there. But they were. They were real and intense.

  I had dated plenty of women in my time, and quite a few of them were serious relationships. This one was different though. I felt it deeper than I knew was possible.

  I needed to tell her what was going on in my life and give her a chance to adjust to things before we got too intense. Before my life changed drastically and I drug her somewhere she wasn’t willing to be.

  “Do you want kids, Lena? I know we talked about it before, but I’m being serious now. I really need to know.”

  “I told you that I do, Finn. What’s wrong?” Lean reached over and put her hand on my arm. I reached up and turned off the water and then moved to stand in front of her.

  “I want to have a good weekend with you. No outside world, no stress, nothing. Bu
t I just need to know how you feel about children. What about adoption?”

  “I think adoption is wonderful. It lets people who can’t have kids of their own give a home to kids who need it. Or people who just want to adopt can too, but you don’t hear about that as much I guess.”

  “Would you ever consider adoption?”

  “I would if it’s important to you, but I’d like to carry a child too. I want to experience it, even though most everything I hear about it is horrible.”

  “Okay. That’s good.” I nodded and then turned to go back to the dishes I had been rinsing.

  “Is everything okay, Finn? I feel like you’re testing the waters, holding something big back from me.”

  “I want to have a good weekend with you, baby. A carefree, the world doesn’t matter, and everything is fine kind of weekend. On Monday, we’ll go back to the real world and then I’ll tell you what’s going on. Just give me this time to relax and forget, okay?”

  “Okay.” Lena whispered as she stared at me. “I can do that.”

  “What do you want to do today, beautiful?” I asked her as I put the last plate into the dishwasher at my side.

  “I want to go to the bookstore, get a sinfully delicious coffee, and browse for something new to read. Then, I want to come back here to your house and lay on that couch over there and snuggle up next to you while I read my book.”

  “That sounds like a great plan for a rainy day like today.”

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  “There’s a woman over there who is shooting you the evil eye so bad that I’m surprised your hair’s not on fire.”

  Lena looked up at me from the book in her hand. She had already picked out four books, and it didn’t look like she was ready to stop anytime soon. I decided that someday I would take her over to Dylan and Bellamy’s house, the one that was just across the way from mine. Bellamy had loved books, and she could spend hours in a bookstore just like Lena was doing now. When they built their house, Dylan had added a large library with custom shelves from floor to ceiling for Bellamy’s books. Bellamy’s favorite comfy chair was in the library, along with a beanbag that she liked to sit in while she read.

  It had been one of Bellamy’s favorite places in the world, and I knew that Lena would love it just as much as my sister had. Lena’s question jerked me back into the present when she asked, “Short, round, football helmet hair, face like she just smelled a fart?”

  “Yep. All of that.”

  “That’s got to be my Stepmother, Nellie. She hates me.”

  “I thought you didn’t have any family left.”

  “She’s not my family. Just ask her. She made it a point to always let it be known that I wasn’t her kid, and if she’d ever had one of her own, they would have been much prettier, smarter, funnier and all-around better than I could ever be.”

  “Sounds like a total bitch.”

  “You got it on the first try.” Lena smiled at me as she looked back down at the back cover of the book in her hand. “I hope she chokes on her spit.”

  I barked out a laugh and saw Lena’s lips turn up into a grin.

  Lena set the book she had chosen into the small basket I was holding, and then started to walk down the aisle at the very front of the store to find more. I glanced out the wall of windows to see that the rain was still coming down in sheets, and I was glad the parking space I had found was so close to the front door.

  I looked down into the basket and saw that the books she had chosen were all different genres. There was a vampire book, one by Clancy about a military team, a horror book by King, a DIY book about transforming old furniture, and last of all was a murder mystery.

  “You just read all sorts of books, don’t you?” I asked her when I caught up to her. She had turned down another aisle and was looking at a thick biography about Ronald Reagan.

  “Not usually. Most of the time I read romance novels. I like the steamy sex, the romantic hot guy trying to win his woman. I’ve decided to branch out.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’ve got the steamy sex and the romantic hot guy. And, he’s already won his woman.” Lena shrugged. “I’m feeling something different now.”

  “Slut.” I heard a woman whisper loudly from behind us.

  “Fuck you, Nellie,” Lena said almost conversationally, without even looking the woman’s way. “Leave me alone.”

  “Do you know who you’re being seen with? She’s an ungrateful girl who takes and takes and takes until you’ve got nothing left to give.” The woman, Nellie, pointed her venom at me. “You’ll regret the day you ever met her and hate her as much as I have since the first time I saw her ugly face.”

  “I was thirteen when you met me, Nellie. Says a whole lot about you knowing you hated a child.” Lena drew the woman’s gaze back to her as she spoke.

  Lena kept slowly walking down the aisle, occasionally pausing to pick up a book and look at the cover. I could tell that her indifference was maddening to the older woman.

  “You need to go to the lawyer’s office and sign those papers, you ungrateful little bitch. I’m done being nice about it.”

  “Nellie. You’ve never been nice to me in my entire fucking life. I’m not signing a goddamn thing woman. You better start packing!” Lena looked directly at the old woman and smiled widely, showing every one of her teeth. “And then don’t let the door hit you where the good lord split you, bitch, because you’re gonna be fucking homeless.”

  “You’ll pay for treating me like this.” Nellie hissed.

  Lena rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders.

  “What? Are you gonna sic your Bingo Bitches on me? Have that preacher man of yours put a hex on me or something? Do your best Nellie, but remember, I always win. Daddy went to his grave loving my Mama and me more than he ever loved you. That stings a bit, doesn’t it?”

  For some reason seeing this side of Lena, the sharp tongue, and the strong backbone made her even more fucking sexy. I hadn’t ever seen her angry, and to be honest, she didn’t really look angry now, more resigned than anything.

  Nellie, her face beet red and her breathing heavy, spun on her heel and hurried away.

  “Now, that was fun to watch.” I told Lena as I watched Nellie leave the store. I looked out the big windows and watched her hurry down the sidewalk in the pouring rain and then jump into a dark sedan a few spaces down from my truck. I could still see how furious she was, even at this distance. I saw her arm move as she threw the car into reverse, and then she hit the gas.

  And backed right into a police car that was driving slowly through the rain filled streets. I gasped at the crunch, and then felt Lena walk up and stand next to me. She realized what was going on when the officer stopped his car and got out, leaving Nellie trapped in her parking space.

  The cop looked pissed. Nellie was even more furious than before. Lena, on the other hand, was leaning over clutching her belly and laughing so hard she couldn’t breathe. Tears were streaming down her face, and occasionally she would snort as she tried to breathe in, making her laugh even harder.

  “Oh, shit. That’s fucking awesome!” She finally sputtered out as she reached into her purse for her phone. She pulled it out and started taking pictures through the glass, occasionally checking to see that they were coming out okay. “I’m framing this, I swear to God. We’re going to have to move this picture off the mantle every year at Christmas when we decorate. Fuck, I’m going to video it for a minute now so I can watch it when I’m feeling low. I hope he gives her fourteen tickets.”

  “We are?”

  “We are what? Putting this on the mantle? Yeah. An 8x10 frame. I want it front and center.”

  Before I had a chance to marvel that Lena was already planning her future with me, I heard Lena gasp.

  Nellie had thrown her car door open and stepped out of the car. The officer said something to her, and she reached up and slapped him so hard his head flew back. Lena and I gasped as we watched the officer do some maneu
ver that had Nellie face down on the hood of her own car with her arm up behind her back.

  “I got that shit on motherfucking video.” Lena purred. “I’m going to be a star witness for the prosecution. Holy fuck. Could this day get any better?”

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  FINN

  “Now, tell me what she was talking about with the lawyer and having to move.” I told Lena as I pulled the socks off her feet. She was lying back on the couch in my living room, her head on the armrest and a book laying open on her chest.

  She and I had spent over an hour giving our statement at the police station and letting them download the video from her phone. We had stopped for dinner afterward and then come home to relax just like Lena had requested we do before breakfast this morning.

  “My Mom died of cancer when I was twelve. She and my Dad had been together since high school, and I honestly think that he didn’t know how to live alone. He met Nellie through some church function he had been invited to by his best friend who was also widowed.” Lena groaned when I used my thumbs on the arch of her foot, and the sound reminded me so much of what she sounded like during her orgasms that my cock started to get hard. “Within six months, she and my Dad were married, and she moved into our house. It was hell from the get-go, but my Dad just didn’t see it. He was happy, and I didn’t want to upset him, so I stayed away as much as I could. I graduated early and went off to college, so I only had to be around Nellie for about four years. I moved out and went to ACU, and only came home on holidays to see Dad.”

  “I know I’m older than you, but how did we never run into each other in town if you grew up here?”

  “I’ve never really been a social kind of person. I’d rather stay home with a good book than go out and mingle with the masses. I was that way in school too. I went to private school, so that may have something to do with it.”