Wow, it’s been a while since I posted last. First, my site was down, then all the traveling…ever, lol. But, I’m back and trying to get back on track. And I love these “First Time” posts, and this month is a fab one. I think the hardest part is picking one because it feels like I’m picking faves. But, I kinda knew where I wanted to go with this one.
I’m currently working on Crow’s book, and I love that a lot of previous characters get to make some appearances, so I’m sharing the moment for Finley and Coen. Coen appears in both the Collateral Damage series and more recently in the Wayward Souls and Brotherhood Series. He’s in Colt’s book and in my upcoming release—Six, the next Wayward Soul book. And he’s already mentioned in Crow’s book and I suspect will continue to appear throughout this series. So… why not give him and Finley the spotlight for a moment.
Below is the cover and blurb, followed by their first romp…and I’m a big fan of some hot, angry sex, lol. Oh, and I included the entire chapter, so it’s long… sorry, not sorry… but it’s all entwined and well, I didn’t really want to cut anything off. I quite love these two. They were my faves for a lone time and still are one of my favorite couples I’ve ever written.
Just note, obviously, but the title, the scene is graphic, so… you’ve been warned. If you’re not at least 18 years of age, you should turn back now 🙂
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Love—an unparalleled force of nature.
Conservation Officer, Finley McKay, isn’t a stranger to criticism. Taking risks to protect delicate ecosystems doesn’t impress most people—including the doctor renting the cabin beside hers. The man’s arrogant, opinionated and far too sexy in his faded jeans and tees. She already knows he’s an ass—she just wished it mattered enough to make her keep her distance.
Dr. Coen Brady isn’t looking to fit in. Having recently retired from the military, he’s hoping to spend a few months hiding from the world in a small, out-of-the-way town in northern Washington. But just his luck, he has the misfortune of running into his next-door neighbor. A girl who seems determined to get herself killed before his time there is up. She’s reckless, stubborn and slowly driving him insane.
When anger morphs into angry sex, Coen knows taking her to bed is a calculated risk—one he might regret when her investigation turns deadly, leaving Finley’s life hanging in the balance. Breaking a few rules to keep her in the game doesn’t seem that dangerous, until it becomes painfully obvious she won’t stop until justice is served—even if the price is her life.
“It’s been two hours, Finley. We’ve gone from the Jeep, to the sheriff’s station and back again. How long are you going to give me the silent treatment before you realize I’m not going anywhere until you talk to me?” Coen paused in Finley’s doorway, arms crossed, leaning against the frame as he watched her lock up her weapons, muttering under her breath.
She glanced over her shoulder, color high on her cheeks, lips pulled tight. She snapped down the lid on her lockbox, wincing as it grazed her left palm before stowing the metal container. “Show’s over. I’m sure there’s somewhere else you need to be.”
“Not going to happen until you tell me what the hell was going through your mind back there. You damn near got yourself killed, and for what? Some punk kid you can track down later?”
Finley spun to face him, jaw set, body more than primed for a fight. “I was doing my job. That’s what I was doing. Just because you don’t think animals are worth dying over—”
“I never said that.” He stepped inside, slamming the door behind him, smiling when the entire cabin shook from the force. It eased the tight feeling in his gut—the one he didn’t quite understand. “Don’t put words in my mouth or twist what I say.”
“You said it wasn’t logical to risk my life for an animal that was just going to die, anyway. How else am I supposed to interpret that?”
A tinge of guilt gnawed at his conscience. “Simply that not many things in this world are worth dying over.”
“Which means some things are.”
“It’s about taking calculated risks.”
“That’s what today was.”
He snorted. “Oh, sweetheart. Today was anything but calculated. Desperate? Sure. Ill-conceived? Hell yeah. You had something to prove, and you’re just damn lucky you lived to tell about it.”
The muscle in her temple flexed, her good hand fisting at her side. “What if those men were leaving a trail of human bodies? Would it have been calculated, then? Worth my life, then?”
“That’s not what this is about.”
“Isn’t it?” She scoffed, closing her eyes as a low groan breathed free. The obvious pain only seemed to anger her more as she slammed her closed hand into her thigh, once again glaring at him. “You think what I do is pointless. I disagree. End of story.”
She turned, marching over to the window, visibly dismissing him as she put her back to him. But if she thought he was that easy to get rid of… He stalked over to her, spinning her to face him. Her eyes widened as he trapped her against the wall, one hand palming the wooden logs beside her head while the other stayed close to her waist.
He leaned in, noticing the way her gaze dropped to his mouth then back up. “What’s pointless is your decision to chase an armed suspect without backup through the damn forest. Injured, no less. Do you have any idea how many ways that could have gone wrong?”
She shoved at him, cursing when he simply stood there. “I’m not a rookie, and this wasn’t the first time someone thought they didn’t have to pay for breaking the law. I know how to handle myself. You don’t have to like it. No one’s asking you to become a conservation officer.”
“No, I’m just the guy who gets to dig the slugs out of your mangled flesh.” He closed his eyes against the flood of memories—the endless row of soldiers, the blank, unseeing eyes—before shaking his head. “Do you have any idea what bullets do the human body? And I’m not just talking a few holes. They tear and shatter and leave shrapnel in every fucking organ. Christ, you didn’t even fire back.”
“I’m intimately aware of what bullets do, which is exactly why I don’t use my weapon unless it’s my only option.” She shoved at his chest again. “Damn it, Coen, I’m not going to argue my worth to you, so just fuck off, already.”
He snapped—the pain in her eyes, her choice of words hitting him like a physical blow. He moved his hand off the wall, palming the back of her head as he drew his thumb forward, tracing a line along the edge of her ear to her jaw as he claimed her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside when she gasped in surprise. Womanly sweetness with a hint of coffee filled his senses, the firm drag of her tongue across his only making him more desperate.
Her fingers clenched around his sweater—not quite pushing him away but not drawing him closer as he finally eased back, his breath mixing with hers as he hovered an inch away. A thousand thoughts tumbled through his head, and he didn’t know whether to leave or kiss her again.
Finley swallowed noisily, her good hand trembling slightly against his chest. “If you think I’m going to admit I’m wrong just because you kissed me…”
“God, no. You’d never be that reasonable.” He brushed his lips along hers. “And I don’t give up when I’m not wrong, either.”
Her fingers tightened, inching him closer as she nipped at his bottom lip. “Don’t you ever shut up?”
He accepted her challenge, eating at her mouth as he crushed her chest against his. Her nipples peaked against his pecs, the hard tips spiking his dick against his zipper. All the reasons for not taking her as his lover blurred into the scratch of her nails across his scalp as she speared one hand through his hair, tugging on the short strands. He shifted his hips, aligning his cock with her mound. Finley moaned into his mouth, tilting her groin forward as she ground herself against his length.
Coen broke the kiss, anger still clouding his head. If he hadn’t followed her… He maintained eye contact, resisting the smile that twitched his lips when her eyelids fluttered open, her eyes glassy with arousal. “Fuck, Finley.”
“That had better be your plan.”
“This doesn’t change what you did. You’re still reckless.”
“And you’re still an ass.”
He growled, fisting her hair as he tugged her head to the side, biting at the lean muscle threading into her shoulder. “It’s not going to be gentle, sweetheart.”
“Did I ask for gentle?” She pulled against his hold, moaning when he simply repeated his action. “God, Coen.”
“I knew you’d taste just a bit wild.” He eased back enough to squeeze one hand between them, leaving the other buried in her hair. He flicked open the buttons on her shirt, pushing it aside before shoving his hand inside her bra top. Her nipple pebbled against his palm as he lifted her breast out of the cloth, baring it to the harsh light of the cabin. “So fucking pretty.”
He dipped down, taking the hard bud in his mouth, pressing it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Finley arched against him, her head connecting with the wall. He glanced up at her, enjoying the way her eyes squeezed shut as she seemed to force air in and out through her nose.
He licked at her flesh, chuckling when she pressed her groin against his cock again, a shiver trembling through her. “Are you trying to get yourself off without me? Dangerous decision.”
“I need—”
“What you need is to take what I fucking give you.” He kissed her mouth again, the punishing force leaving her panting for air. “Condoms are in my wallet. Back left pocket.”
She frowned, as if he’d spoken in a foreign language, before lowering one hand to his ass, fishing out his wallet. He didn’t move, didn’t give her any additional room as she managed to wedge the leather between them, removing a strip of foil packets before dropping the wallet on the floor. She glanced up at him, holding his gaze as she raised the edge to her mouth, keeping the top one steady with her teeth as she separated it from the others. She glanced over his shoulder, tossing the rest onto the bed.
He looked at the packets on the mattress, arching his brow when he made eye contact again. “You could have dropped them beside my wallet.”
She transferred the foil to her hand then nipped at his chin. “Did you think we’d only need one tonight?”
“Fuck.”
“You keep saying it…”
He shut her up with a brutal kiss, lifting her other breast clear of her top once he’d released her mouth. Her pale flesh gleamed in the light, a nice contrast to the tanned skin of his hands. He worked that nipple, sucking and licking, teasing her as he moved his fingers to her pants, popping open the button then yanking down the zipper. She moaned his name, fingers once again locked in his hair as he shoved her trousers over her hips, humming at the soft feel of his skin beneath his palm.
“No panties?” He smoothed his hands down her thighs, taking her pants all the way to her ankles. He bent low, inhaling her musky aroma as he pulled off her boots then freed her pants, tossing them behind him. “Something happen to them, sweetheart, because I know you were wearing them last night.”
“Does it matter?”
“Can’t you answer a question without it being a damn inquisition?”
“Fine. The truth is it hurt too much trying to get them up and down every time I needed to pee, so I took them off before going to the station.”
He looked up at her, skipping his gaze over to her bandaged hand then back.
She shook her head, her breath hissing out between her teeth. “Trust me. I don’t feel anything but what you’re doing to me. You can fix it later.”
“Are you sure? Maybe I should stop…see you take some Percocet then replace that stitch. Tuck you into bed again.”
“Are you trying to be an ass? Or is it your mutant ability?” She released a shuddering breath, chin falling against her chest. “Please. Coen. You can deal with my hand after we’re done for the night. Promise.”
“You might regret that. I plan on keeping you busy for hours.”
“God. You really shouldn’t talk. Not unless you want me to come before you get inside me.”
“Can’t have that. Not when I plan on tasting your next release. Having you grind your pussy on my face until you scream.”
Her eyelids fluttered as she took a ragged breath. “Not helping.”
She bucked her hips against him as he palmed her mound, sliding his fingers through her slick folds.
“Fuck. You’re sopping.” He eased his hand back, licking her moisture off his fingers before returning them to her sex. “So damn sweet. Spread your legs for me.”
She stared at him, openly challenging him before shuffling her feet sideways when he arched a brow. He smiled, watching his fingers disappear inside her again, the tight clasp of her channel making his dick throb.
He stood, fumbling with his jeans before finally opening the damn fly—pushing them to his knees. Finley reached for his cock with her sore hand, but he cinched his fingers around her wrist, holding it out to the side.
He tsked her. “This hand stays still, or we stop and I fix it, now. Understood?” He waited for her curt nod. “Good, now open the condom.”
She huffed, biting at the corner, ripping the packet then allowing the foil to fall to the floor as she held the contents out to him. “Unless you’ll let me put it on using only my teeth?”
“Next time.” He leaned into her, quickly sheathing his shaft before snugging it at her entrance. “Wrap yourself around me, sweetheart. Quickly.”
She lifted one foot, resting her thigh on his hip, using his body to raise her other leg, effectively locking her heels behind his back. The motion tilted her groin, sinking the first inch inside her. Firm pressure squeezed his crown, her wet heat seeping through the thin covering.
“Shit, you’re tight.” He thrust forward then retreated, allowing his forehead to fall to the wall. “So fucking hot.” He thrust again, deeper, savoring the way her body clenched around him. “First time’s going be hard. Fast.” He withdrew then pushed back in, not stopping until he bottomed out. “Fuck. Second time, too…maybe even the third.”
A rough breath grazed his cheek. “Christ, Coen, just fuck me already.”
He moved, canting his hips back then punching them forward, taking her pussy in long, steady strokes. Her hand cinched around his neck, her fingers digging into his back as he banged her against the wall, each pass echoed by a dull thud as her ass hit the wood. He didn’t try to meter his thrusts, increasing his pace until the burning glide of her channel consumed every thought.
“More. Yes, god. So good.”
Her breath caressed his skin, her words only driving him higher. He shifted his stance, angling her head so he could claim her mouth. He needed more—needed to possess every part of her as his release curled its way down his spine, threatening to unhinge him.
He clenched his jaw, fighting the burning sensation in his sac. “Just round one, Finley. Going to take you every way I can tonight. Your pussy, your mouth. Maybe that tight ass that you put in danger.”
“I didn’t… Shit. Yes. Now.”
Her body tensed, her back arching against the wall. Her pussy quivered, sending rhythmic pulses along his shaft.
“Are you coming? Fuck.” He grabbed her ass, forcefully tilting her hips more. “Give it to me, sweetheart. Give me what I want.”
His name rasped free as she stiffened then broke, a wash of warm fluid coating his shaft. He let go, allowing the climax he’d been holding off to blaze down his cock. His hips jerked against hers, his release holding fast for one more heartbeat before surging forward, taking him with it. He emptied into the condom, the steady contractions blurring his vision until nothing but Finley’s skin seemed to register. He held still, shaft twitching, thighs trembling until the sensation passed and he managed a gasping breath.
She clung to him, her head pressed into his shoulder, her entire body shaking. Another set of contractions fluttered against his cock, the warm feel of her pussy making him smile.
He slowly eased back, brushing his hand down the length of her hair. “You okay?”
Her head lolled backwards, thudding against the wall as she blinked, finally focusing on him. “I’m not fragile.”
“Good. Because we’re nowhere near done.”
He pulled free, grinning at her rough exhalation. He didn’t want to be the only one still riding the edge—feeling strangely needy. This was just sex—albeit fucking hot sex, but nothing more than a release. And, after the adrenaline rush from the firefight earlier, he considered it a damn miracle he hadn’t jumped her in the Jeep.
He tied off the condom, tossing it in the garbage beside the table before picking her up. She gasped, wrapping her good arm around his neck as he carried her the few scant steps to the bed. Her gaze held his as he placed her on the mattress, pausing to stare down at her.
Her hair hung in a tousled mass around her shoulders, a few strands curling around her breasts. Her eyes were still glazed, her bottom lip slightly swollen from where she’d bitten it. He skimmed his gaze down her body, over her pert breasts still positioned above her bra top to her mound. She’d trimmed her pubic hair into a small strip just above her slit, the soft, brown hair like an arrow to her pussy.
He caught her stare and held it, shucking his clothes behind him. Then, he reached for her arms, easing her shirt free before lifting her tank over her head, finally baring her completely. Strong, lean muscles flexed beneath her skin, a testament to hours spent hiking through the hills.
He ensured she was still looking at him as he slowly went to his knees, wedging her thighs farther apart. Her breath caught, the raspy sound curling around his dick, sending a new rush of blood to it. He placed his hands on her knees, gradually smoothing them up her thighs, stopping just shy of touching her mound. Her pussy creamed at the gentle contact, the heady scent making him moan.
“Damn, you smell delicious. Tell me, do you still like the view?”
Her brows drew together, confusion creasing her forehead. “The view?”
“Last night. After the meds kicked in, I helped you get ready for bed.”
A deep flush laced up her neck and into her cheeks, a hint of uncertainty flashing in her eyes. “And?”
“And, when I bent down to remove your boots and your pants, I caught you staring at me pretty much the same way you’re looking at me, right now. I asked what was on your mind. Do you remember what you said?”
She shook her head, moistening her lips with her tongue.
“You said you liked the way I looked—on my knees between yours.”
“God.” Her chest heaved as she seemed to fight to draw in oxygen. “What did you do?”
“You were hopped out on drugs, sweetheart. I tucked you into bed and left. Like any decent man should do. But tonight…”
Her breath hitched, the sudden absence of the heavy whisper of air making him smile.
He dropped his gaze to her pussy, slowly trailing his finger through her slit, chuckling at her strangled moan. “Tonight, I plan on doing what I wanted to do.”
She waited, frowning when he didn’t continue. “And what’s that?”
He looked up, swirling the tip of his finger around her clit, watching as her mouth opened into a perfect O.
He laughed again. “I’m going to bury my face in your cleft. Lick you until you come on my tongue and then…oh, then, sweetheart, I’m going to fuck you until you’re so damn full of me, you won’t remember what’s it like not to have me inside you. Your body wrapped around me. You did say you wanted to wear me to bed. Seems only fitting I oblige.”
He smiled as her flush deepened, pushing up to take her mouth with his. He didn’t rush, tangling his tongue with hers until she gasped in a breath, another shiver working through her.
He reclaimed his position, using his palms to spread her thighs farther apart. “I want to see you, Finley. Every damn inch so I suggest you keep them open. Wouldn’t want to have to stop and resort to plan A…fixing your hand then tucking you into bed.”
“No, I’ll keep them wide.”
Her head tilted back, but she didn’t look away, staring at him through a layer of lashes. He waited then bent forward, swiping his tongue through her folds.
“Just like your skin. Sweet, but with a hint of something wild. Tell me…” He cocked an eyebrow at her. “You still angry?”