and have all the men jealous over who I have by my side.”
To his honest comment about Coco being a hot babe, Finn heard a clueless Gordon as he muttered, “Not my wife.”
Gordon tried to twist around, but Finn stopped him, while both he and Coco ignored the ass.
“I can’t believe you did all this the way you did,” she said.
Finn raised a questioning eyebrow.
“You could have stopped me at the front door, but you didn’t,” she whispered.
Then Finn understood, and he smiled. “You need to remember now, babe, I’m the man who has your back.”
“Oh, please,” Gordon said. “You cannot have my wife’s back, ever !”
Finn felt Coco’s sexily painted fingernail scrape up his chest before she grabbed his tee shirt, then she used it to tug him forward. It wouldn’t have moved him, but he went with it, following her direction.
The next second, Coco was up on the toes of her high heels, kissing him with a warm, soft, and amazing mouth he wanted to kiss forever. Gordon freaked as Coco French-kissed Finn until his cock was banging hard, while he tightened his grip on Gordon so he couldn’t get loose.
The fucking wimp.
It took all Finn’s willpower not to pant when she kissed the breath out of him. Then he had to toughen up his voice.
“You go home now, yeah.”
He’d said it like a statement, rather than a question, and he loved how full and damp her lips looked after their marathon kiss.
To which Gordon muttered things like “She reads too much damn romance” and “It’s just a phase.”
Coco ignored Gordon, but Finn could tell by the hurt in her eyes that it wounded her. Still, she smiled as if she was thinking about licking Finn’s body from head to toe, and then, with her sultry Southern drawl, she said, “I promise, Deek.”
Her fingernail trailed up his chest again and he caught her hand, lifting it, to kiss her palm.
“I’ll bring dinner,” he told her. “You call me when you hit the door back home.”
“Please,” Gordon drawled sarcastically. “How much did you pay him to put on this show, Coco?”
“I will,” Coco said. Then, turning to glare at Gordon, she snapped, “From now on we talk through divorce attorneys.”
“You can’t do that!” Gordon exclaimed, ineffectually fighting Finn’s hold. “I won’t let you divorce me. That’s crazy!”
Finn watched Coco flip her hair up on one side.
“Whatever,” she said snottily to Gordon, and then she turned and swung her amazing ass, for all it was worth, back to her car.
Finn groaned in approval, shaking Gordon’s wrists.
“You fucking idiot, losing that,” he said with a sneer, as he noticed Gordon watching Coco’s sexy ass swinging too.
“She’s just been watching too many soap operas,” Gordon grumbled. “You’ll see. She’ll be gone and back to the home I provide her by tomorrow.”
“Idiot,” Finn muttered, then he shoved Gordon into the passenger side of his Jeep.
Eight] I’m Taken, Sugar
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S he did promise Finn she’d go right home, and she really liked calling it that, but she made one stop before going there. It was a necessary stop, and she was pretty sure Finn would understand. However, when she came out the attorney’s office, one she’d picked randomly as the first one she’d seen when driving down Main Street, she wondered why a tall and very good-looking man of Native American heritage was looking over her car.
She nearly didn’t notice him, because she was so caught up with thoughts about hiring an attorney to file for a divorce. But the man, who was looking at her license plate, would catch any breathing woman’s attention. He was that fine.
He had long, thick black hair tied in a ponytail down his back, and he wore black jeans and a black button-up shirt over a strong body. She bet he worked out as much as Finn did.
Yum.
She licked her lips slowly, wondering if the town just naturally had such ruggedly good-looking men. Like maybe it was a
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