Out of Time

2

Later that day, I shoved all my school crap into my brown messenger bag. I’d just finished my study session with my partner from chemistry, and still had a crapload of homework to do, but that was hardly a surprise. Going to school to become an occupational therapist was not an easy thing.

With it came tons of homework and labs and studying. I’d known it was what I wanted to do since I’d entered high school, and I hadn’t wavered from it at all. I loved helping people, so it seemed like a good fit for me to pick a career where I was, well, helping people. Hands down.

But now I was finding that juggling a love life and school and lying to Dad about it was a bit hard to keep up with. Not that I was complaining or anything. It was a lot to handle sometimes. Tonight before I left, I needed to drop off a few articles of clothing in the main room so people could take what they wanted, then I also had to grab a change of clothes for me.

I had a feeling I would be spending the night at Finn’s house again, and that was A-okay with me, thank you very much. Heck, if I had it my way, I’d never leave his side again except for school. Even that was a challenge, to be honest.

I knew I had to focus on studies, and so I did. There wasn’t a question of me slacking in that area. I had goals and dreams, and they didn’t include flunking out of college. But it was better when Finn was with me. I even slept better with him beside me. I needed him there, being all hot, smart-assy, annoying, and irresistible all at once.

You know. Being Finn.

When I’d found out he was my father’s spy after falling in love with him, I never would’ve thought we could move on from that. Never thought I could move on from that. But when it came to a life without Finn, well, I didn’t want to live that life.

I’d tried it. It sucked. I wasn’t going back.

I heard someone come up behind me in the library and I gazed over my shoulder. One of the last people I wanted to talk to right now stood there, looking ashamed of himself.

Good. He should be.

“Hey, Carrie.”

He scratched his head, barely managing to muss up his blond hair, and gave me a sheepish smile. His gold Rolex—which almost made me laugh, since Finn called him Golden Boy—glinted in the light, so at contrast with Finn’s G-Shock watch he sometimes wore that it made me wonder what the hell I’d ever thought Cory could give me out of life. He was my politician father about thirty years ago.

I had no idea why there’d even been a hint of interest in my mind for this man when Finn was within a five hundred-mile radius of me. Cory was everything my father would want for me, and everything I did not.

I tensed. “Hi.”

“Uh…” Cory cleared his throat. “Can we talk about the other night? I saw you over here studying earlier, but didn’t want to interrupt.”

I was trying to forget all about that ugly scene outside of the frat party where he said those awful things to Finn about him being nothing more than trailer park trash. Really freaking hard. It was kind of difficult to be the bigger person when I wanted to punch him for being so darn condescending to the man I loved.

No one insulted Finn and got away with it. Call me overprotective, and maybe I was more like Dad than I cared to admit, but I wanted to claw out Cory’s eyes.

I blew my hair out of my face and shoved my last book into my bag. It barely fit. “I don’t really think there’s anything to say.”

“Look,” Cory said quietly, his eyes lowered, “I’m sorry that I—”

“How’s your stomach, by the way?”

Cory flushed and shifted on his feet. “It’s fine. I don’t even really remember what happened that night. I was pretty drunk.”

“Yeah, I kind of noticed.” I headed down the stairs to the classroom’s exit, and he walked with me. “You said some pretty nasty things, you know.”

He stopped walking. “To you?”

“To Finn.” I looked at him out of the corner of my eye.

He totally relaxed when I told him it wasn’t me he hurt. The jerk.

Cory rubbed the back of his neck. For his part, he did at least look slightly ashamed of what he’d done. “I really don’t recall. I just remember waking up with a sore stomach and a copy of the police report I apparently filed. I feel horrible about the whole thing. You have to believe me.”

“I’m sure you do,” I said, gripping the shoulder strap of my bag even tighter. My anger faded away a little bit, but not all the way. “He’ll be outside waiting for me, so you can apologize to him if you want.”

He flushed and stumbled on a step. “Are you two…you know, back together?”

“Yeah, we are.” I pressed my lips together, feeling as if I needed to explain myself or something. “I know you thought we were—”

He laughed uneasily, but his red cheeks gave away his discomfiture on the topic. “I didn’t think anything. Really. It’s fine. I hope you’re happy with him. That’s all that matters.”

“No speeches about how it’ll fail this time?”

He lifted a shoulder and averted his eyes. “I think I said enough on this topic already, don’t you?”

“I guess you did, yeah.”

He opened the door for me and motioned me through. Today he seemed different. I lifted my head, squinting through the bright sun for any signs of Finn. And then I saw him.

He leaned against a huge palm tree, his bike parked behind him. He wore a pair of ripped blue jeans and a green T-shirt with a stick figure missing his back on the front. The other figure held it in his hand and smiled. It was funny and stupid and so Finn.

His tattoos flexed on his muscular arms, making me want to trace each one with my tongue, and I took a big step toward him.

Would that urge, that need for him, ever go away?

God, I hoped not.

I knew the exact moment he noticed me. His eyes warmed, and he ran his left hand over his short brown curls. His mouth tipped into a bright smile…that is, until his gaze skidded to the side and he noticed who was with me.

Then he looked less sunny and more dangerous. Go figure.

He tugged on his curls and he pushed off the tree, stalking toward me. As he crossed the grass, Cory stiffened beside me. “Is he going to hit me again?” he whispered.

“No, he wouldn’t do that.” I hesitated, watching the storm gather in Finn’s blue eyes, making them look almost gray. “I wouldn’t say anything cocky, though, if I were you.”

“God, no,” Cory said, straightening to his full height. “I’m not an idiot.”

That might be debatable, but I kept my mouth shut. He’d said he was sorry.

Finn reached us in record time, and he held his hand out for my bag. I gave it to him without a fight. As he slipped it over his own shoulder, he shot Cory a foul look.

“What the hell is Cody doing here?” Finn snapped, his entire body throwing off anger in heat waves.

I didn’t bother to correct him about Cory’s name. He knew darn well he’d said it wrong. I walked over to his side and rested a hand on his chest. “Finn, let him talk.”

“Why should I?” His heart thumped erratically beneath my hand, and he looked down at me, the anger softening slightly. “I’ve got nothing to say to him.”

“Because he has something to say to you.” I moved to Finn’s side, entwining his fingers with mine. Finn held on, his grip firm. “Cory, go ahead.”

“I’m…” Cory looked at me, pale. I nodded, giving him the encouragement he seemed to need. “I’m s-sorry I was a jerk the other night. Whatever I said…I didn’t mean it.”

“Oh, but I think you did.” Finn snorted. “Maybe, for the first time in your entire life, you were completely honest with me.”

Cory flushed. “Seeing as how I don’t even remember what I said, I can’t agree or disagree.”

“Let me enlighten you. You said that—”

I nudged Finn with my elbow a little harder than necessary. I could tell he was itching for a fight and would gladly give it to Cory if given the slightest provocation. “Finn.”

“Fine.” He sighed and smiled at Cory, but it came across as more predatory than friendly. “You’re forgiven. I won’t punch you, and you can go back to silently hating me and waiting for Carrie and me to fall apart. Deal?”

Cory choked on a laugh and took a step back from us. “Uh, yeah. Sure. Whatever you say, man.”

Finn narrowed his eyes at Cory. I tugged on his hand, trying to distract him, and started talking way too fast. “Well, now that that’s over and everyone is friends again…” Finn still didn’t look away from Cory, and Cory was growing paler by the second. I tugged harder. “Hello? Earth to Finn.”

Finn finally looked down at me, his hot eyes searing into mine. He seemed to shake off whatever he’d been thinking. “Yeah. I’m here.”

“Good.” I smiled at him, my heart skipping a beat when he placed his hand on the small of my back. His hard chest pressed against mine, making me want to press closer and rub up against him like a stripper doing a lap dance. “You ready?”

“Hell yeah,” Finn said, leading me toward his bike. He glanced over his shoulder, his brow furrowed, and his eyes on where Cory probably still stood. “That took a lot more self-control than I thought I had, I’ll have you know.”

“Why?”

“I don’t like him.”

“I know, but he’s harmless enough.”

“Yeah.” Finn snorted. “As harmless as a sniper.”

I looked back at Cory. He wore a lavender shirt, was going to school to become a doctor, and had manicured nails. He turned and walked away, his stride slow and laid-back, just like he was. Call me crazy, but that didn’t exactly scream dangerous thug to me. “I just don’t see what you see.”

“It’s simple, really. He likes you. I don’t like him,’” Finn said, grabbing my helmet off the bike. “Need I say more?”

He stuck my helmet under the crook of his elbow and smoothed my hair from my face. With his hands on either side of my head, he leaned down and pressed his mouth to mine, stealing my breath away with a simple kiss. My stomach twisted in knots, and my heart thudded in my ears.

When he pulled back, he ran his thumb over my lower lip and gave me a small smile. The way my body reacted to the simple touch, he might as well have stripped naked in the street. His blue eyes skimmed over my body, making me tense with anticipation. “Were you a good girl today?”

“Of course I was,” I answered instantly. “When am I not?”

“If you got down on your knees with my cock in your mouth,” he said, his gaze fastened on my mouth. “You’d be pretty damned bad then.”

“Finn.”

My cheeks heated and so did other parts of my body. Namely, in between my legs. I’d be lucky if I made it home before jumping his bones. And man, I wanted to do what he described now that he’d put the image in my head.

I wanted to kneel at his feet and taste him with my tongue, sucking him in deeper and deeper until he came in my—

“Hello?” He waved his hand in front of my face, his lips curved into a smile. “Did I break you?”

I licked my lips and he watched me hungrily, his gaze flashing as he read my expression. “Nope, not broken. I want to go home and do exactly what you just said, so hurry the heck up, will you?”

His eyes widened. “Fuck yeah.” He slid the helmet over my head, slammed his own on, and climbed onto the bike. “Climb on.”

Oh, I wanted to. And I would…as soon as I got rid of some clothes. It was the perfect time to do it, because most of my dorm mates were at dinner. “Hold on. I need two minutes.”

I grabbed the bundle of shirts I was donating, ran inside my building, and threw the clothes in the normal spot. Mom sent me way too many clothes, so I shared. No biggie. I darted back outside without being seen.

As I got on the bike behind him, I let my hands dip lower to his erection. Man, he was hard and ready and mine. He revved the bike and hissed when I closed my hand over him through his jeans. “Fuck, Ginger, keep that up and we won’t even make it home.”

“Then drive fast,” I said, resting my head on his shoulder. “Now.”

The tires squealed as we pulled away from the curb, and I laughed. When we got home, I planned on doing all the things I’d been dying to do since this morning. If I had it my way, we wouldn’t even say a freaking word once we cleared his door.

I needed him too badly.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the air whipping around us as he buzzed through the crowded streets, darting in between stopped cars as if we were invincible. And lately I’d been feeling pretty darn invincible. I felt like I could handle anything life threw at me from now on.

I had a freedom I’d never had before. My lifelong goals were all laid out and in motion, including acing classes and having a great GPA. I was making more and more friends every day. And to top it off, I had a hot, surfing, tattooed, bike-riding Marine for a boyfriend.

Even better? He loved me as much as I loved him.

We were invincible.

As long as we had each other.