Freeing Lily: A Steamy Romantic Suspense (MacKay International Book 3) Page 4

  “There’s been an explosion, sir. One of the warehouses has been destroyed.”

  Fuck!

  Chapter Five

  ~ Lily ~

  I stretch awake, soon realizing I’m alone in bed. The warm spot where Finn was lying behind me has gone cold. My sleepy brain vaguely remembers him leaving the bed to answer his phone. I don’t remember him returning. I was exhausted after the stressful day of traveling—and then the pleasure Finn gave me.

  My cheeks heat at the thought of the sex toy he bought for us to play with. He promised me he would, and he followed through on it. I found myself unable to speak or move last night as he brought my body to unbelievable heights of pleasure.

  Sliding out from the bed, I grab the large fluffy hotel bathrobe and wrap it tightly around my body. I then shuffle sleepily into the shared living room, stopping abruptly when I enter.

  Aunt Kitty is sitting wide awake on the couch, wearing a matching robe, but she isn’t alone. A toned Black woman, wearing navy blue dress pants and a bright blue polo is chatting with her and drinking a cup of tea.

  “Good morning, sweetie,” Aunt Kitty greets me with a smile.

  “Morning,” I mutter, stepping further into the room.

  “Miss MacKay.” The unknown woman stands with a smile and extends her hand. “Josephine Johnson. I was sent by Pride Security.”

  “Hi.” Shaking her hand, I relax. “Thank you for coming—”

  “You can call me JoJo, and it was my pleasure,” she says warmly, taking a step back, rejoining Aunt Kitty on the couch. “I was just telling Mrs. Stein how excited I was to be coming back to the city.”

  “I told you,” Aunt Kitty admonishes kindly, “call me Kitty.”

  I flop down into the corner of the narrow couch and ask them, “Where’s Finn?”

  “Mr. Finch is on the terrace.”

  Setting down her cup, Aunt Kitty pours me one from a tray on the coffee table, handing it to me. “It’s a little too nippy out there this morning for me.”

  “Thank you.” I take a tentative sip from the steamy cup before setting it down on the end table next to me. “I’ll be right back.”

  I open the door and step onto the terrace. Finn’s back is to me. I take a second to appreciate the way his black polo is stretched across the width of his shoulders and how his khaki pants accentuate the roundness of his ass. One hand is gripping the railing, the muscles in this bare forearm flexing, and the other hand has his cell phone up to his ear. Everything about the man is enticing.

  The door clicks closed as I pull it shut behind me, and Finn turns around. The tight scowl on his face brightens instantly when he sees me.

  Beckoning me over, I walk to him, my pace brisk as my bare feet step on the chilled stone. I rest my head against his chest and wrap my arms around him. Finn places a kiss on the top of my head, wrapping me up warmly in his free arm.

  “What did the Fire Marshal say?”

  The question has me pulling back slightly in his arms to look into his face with concern. A million questions run through my head. Mainly, where had the fire been, and had anyone been hurt?

  “Make sure they have access to everything; we have nothing to hide,” Finn continues to tell the other person on the line.

  “What happened?” My question comes out in a near whisper.

  “Tell them I will be back as soon as I can,” he states in a commanding tone.

  My stomach sinks at the thought of him leaving. The very idea of being parted with him has my body buzzing with anxiety.

  “You’re leaving?” I croak out louder than I intended to.

  Finn’s arm tightens around me, and he presses another kiss to my crown. I can’t help but melt into him, strengthening my hold on him and burying myself into his chest.

  “I’ll let you know when I arrive.” Finn finishes his call.

  “What happened?” I demand as he shoves the phone into his pocket before wrapping his arms tightly around me.

  “There was an explosion and fire at one of my warehouses yesterday,” Finn seethes, betraying his anger and frustration.

  “What?” I gasp.

  He nods, his face lined with frustration.

  “It’s him, isn’t it?” I mutter. A flush of shame runs through me. If it wasn’t for Finn helping me, his business wouldn’t have suffered.

  “Most likely.”

  “I’m sorry,” I mumble.

  Finn’s two large hands grip my shoulders and push me away from his body as he states firmly, “You have nothing to be fucking sorry for.”

  “But if you hadn’t rescued me and —” Finn silences me with a rough, branding kiss. His hands cup my face unyieldingly.

  Pulling back, he runs his thumbs gently along my cheeks and growls, “The only one to blame is Mayer.”

  “But your company,” I mumble, a swell of guilt rolling through me.

  “Yes, there was damage, but this is why I have insurance—and hired a security company who was able to stop the fucker before he destroyed all the warehouses. They are still trying to figure out how he gained access to the premises to begin with.”

  Finn leans down and presses his full lips to mine, kissing me with slow eagerness. “Good morning, princess.”

  “Morning,” I mumble breathlessly.

  A cool breeze blows through the terrace, and I shiver, snuggling back into Finn’s chest for warmth. Once again, seeking strength and safety within his arms.

  “Let’s get you inside,” Finn says, pulling out of my arms and grabbing my hand. “Where the fuck are your shoes?”

  “Inside,” I say blandly, letting myself be led back into the sitting room.

  “Where should we go out for breakfast?” Aunt Kitty asks, glancing over at us as we enter.

  “You ladies choose,” Finn answers. “But somewhere close by. I, unfortunately, will have to leave afterward to head back to Boston.”

  “Why are you leaving?” Aunt Kitty asks, looking back and forth between us with concern.

  “There was an explosion and fire at one of my warehouses last night—”

  “What?” Aunt Kitty gasps, placing her hand on her chest before an angry scowl escapes her mouth. “It was that asshole’s doing, wasn’t it?”

  “That’s my guess,” Finn says. Coming around and dropping into the couch opposite Aunt Kitty, he pulls me down next to him. “So, I need to get back to assess the damage and make sure we don’t lose any business over this.”

  “Was anyone hurt?” Her voice is full of concern.

  “Luckily, no.” He exhales, relaxing slightly. “So, let’s go enjoy a full English breakfast before I need to leave.”

  “I don’t think I can move,” I moan, grabbing my stomach and resting my head on Finn’s shoulder as the cab weaves its way through Mayfair and back to the hotel.

  We decided to venture out to a nearby hotel for breakfast. JoJo insisted we take a cab, which was good because spring rain descended upon us just as we were leaving, catching us unprepared.

  I ate way too much of the delicious food and then had more because I couldn’t pass up the buttery croissant filled with chocolate.

  These past few days, it was strange being able to choose what I ate. And having things that I actually enjoy. If I’m not careful, I’ll make myself sick or pack on the pounds. When I was held captive, I ate what they gave us. I never want to eat another bowl of rice again.

  Finn’s chuckle vibrates through me as he places his warm hand on my legging-clad knee. I link our fingers, sighing, not wanting to think about letting go later when he leaves.

  “That was an excellent breakfast,” Aunt Kitty chirps happily. “Thank you, Finn.”

  “Yes. Thank you.” I turn my head and place a quick kiss on his shoulder.

  “My pleasure, ladies.”

  Finn’s flight takes off in several hours, and he will need to leave once we return to the hotel. My grip on his arm tightens. I’m not worried about my safety, but I don’t want to be separated fr
om him yet. As we all head into the hotel lobby, the doorman greets us cheerfully, holding open the large doors as we enter.

  “JoJo and I will wait down here and have a cup of tea,” Aunt Kitty tells us at the foot of the stairs. She smiles brightly at Finn and me. “And let you two say goodbye properly.”

  “I need to check the suite before you enter,” JoJo argues, moving to follow us.

  “Yes, of course,” Finn sighs, palming my hip and pulling me tightly to his body. He whispers in my ear, “After that, we’ll enjoy some time alone before I leave.”

  I giggle with excitement as we bound our way up the grand staircase toward our suite. Stopping at the door, we wait for JoJo to catch up. She enters the suite, with Finn and I following and waiting in the entryway as she quickly searches the rooms. We stand there with our arms wrapped around one another, our eyes memorizing the other’s face.

  “All clear,” JoJo announces, coming back into the hall. “I’ll wait downstairs with Mrs. Stein.”

  “Thank you,” Finn says distractedly to her.

  The door clicks closed behind JoJo, and Finn takes no time in pushing me up against the nearest wall and fusing his hot wet lips to mine. I moan. The sweet taste of pastries and the bite of coffee hits my tongue.

  My hands weave themselves into his hair on their own accord, and I pull him in closer. Finn’s strong hand grips my thigh, pulling it up to wrap my leg around his waist. His lips move to my neck, where he nips it lightly with his teeth, teasing me with pleasure.

  “I don’t want you to leave,” I find myself admitting, my voice soft as I stroke my hands down his firm chest.

  “I know, princess,” Finn breathes hotly into my ear. “I wouldn’t leave if it wasn’t important and I didn’t know you’d be safe.”

  “I know,” I mumble, my voice sounding petulant to my own ears.

  “Fuck, princess,” Finn breaths out, pushing his growing hardness into my thigh. “I don’t have time to do what I want to you.”

  Giggling, I ask, “What do you want, baby?”

  “Lily,” he growls, taking a step back. “Take those damn leggings off.”

  I leisurely reach up under my dress and wiggle out of my leggings, making sure to take down my underwear as well. I watch as his face morphs into a sexy scowl before he reaches out and takes over. I gasp and grab onto his forearms as he practically tears them down my legs.

  I kick them off as he reaches for the buckle of his belt, undoes it, unzips his fly, and releases his hard cock. Dropping to my knees, I take the tip into my mouth and swipe the weeping slit with my tongue. Finn’s masculine flavor envelopes me. I grip the base tightly and hollow my cheeks as I suck my man’s cock. Finn’s hands tighten in my hair as he vibrates with need.

  “Touch yourself.”

  I look up at his command, my heart pounding in my chest at his directive. My pussy began to melt the moment he pushed me against the closed door. I know what I’ll find if I reach beneath my dress.

  “Keep sucking, princess,” he instructs, gently nudging my knees apart with his feet. The hem of my dress raises up my thighs as I reach down with my free hand. I moan against his cock as I press my finger to my clit. The nub is swollen and needy. I run my finger down and press it into my wet channel, feeling the heat within. Slowly, I finger myself in the same slow tempo as I suck Finn’s cock. I get lost in the rhythm.

  “Enough.” Finn’s gravelly voice brings me back to reality. I soon have him kneeling before me, my fingers pulled from my pussy and him sucking them clean between his full lips. Finn playfully nips the tips of my fingers before pushing me down onto the hard floor. He cradles my head in one hand. The other reaches down and drags up my dress further.

  “Finn,” I gasp into his mouth as he simultaneously kisses me and plunges his thick fingers into my pussy, stretching me. The pleasant burn makes my nipples tighten.

  “Fuck.” Finn nips my lower lip as enters me fully with one hard thrust and growls, “Mine.”

  The air is knocked out of me as he continues to pound roughly into me. I wrap my legs around his trim waist and anchor myself to his warm body. Finn fills my senses. My arms wrap around his neck as I hold on tightly.

  “Mine, mine, mine,” he chants, moving in an unforgiving, deliciously rough manner. Taking, possessing, me as he brings us both closer to climax. “You’re all fucking mine, princess.”

  “Yes,” I gasp as my orgasm takes over me, and I fall into pleasure. Finn catches me tightly in his arms as he reaches his climax, filling me with his hot cum. The legs that were wrapped around his waist fall to the floor in exhaustion.

  In the aftermath, he falls on top of me, further pinning me to the floor. After several seconds, he puts his weight onto his forearms and, breathing heavily, nuzzles my neck, his hot breath tickling the skin.

  Looking down at me, Finn pulls back slightly before pushing his cock back inside of me, reawakening my pleasure.

  “Finn,” I groan, rocking my hips up to meet him.

  My man smiles and presses his full lips to mine. What I think is going to be a rough, possessive kiss, is the exact opposite. He teases my lips with light, playful pecks.

  “This pussy is all mine, princess. Forever mine.”

  Chapter Six

  ~ Finn ~

  “Welcome to Boston’s Logan International Airport. It is 2:15 p.m. local time.”

  I rub my face with my hands, attempting to wake myself up as we finally land. The flight from London was long, and my attempts to sleep were thwarted by concern for Lily and my business. There’s no way I’d leave my woman if it wasn’t serious, and I didn’t need to personally handle the situation. I have faith in Johnson, and I know Lily is safe, but I’d much rather be with her.

  Mr. Lion assured me he would send his most trusted agent. In his email, he outlined Johnson’s credentials as a decorated Marine veteran who has been with the company almost from the beginning. If I’m honest with myself, I was glad Johnson ended up being a woman.

  It’s not that I don’t trust Lily, but we aren’t in a place in our relationship where I want her around other attractive men. Although, I doubt I will ever like her spending large amounts of time with other men. Leaving her still didn’t seem right.

  As I attempted, in vain, to sleep these past few hours, I realized that giving Lily some space may be a good thing. I know she cares for me, but she hasn’t told me yet how she feels. She’s attached to me, but a little voice in my head worries that it’s because I rescued her. Not because she feels the connection we have—or that the love I feel for her is reciprocated. For my part, I can see our entire future together.

  I’ll just have to convince her that she wants the same thing.

  Right now, she’s probably finishing up dinner, and they are deciding how to spend their evening. I hope she received the new phone I instructed Trevor to buy and send to the hotel. I’ll call and check once I’ve disembarked. A perk of first class is getting to deplane before the other passengers.

  Standing, I stretch and reach for the small canvas “I Heart London” bag that Kitty picked up for me at the hotel gift shop, insisting that I would need it to carry my laptop and a sweatshirt, not to mention a place to put snacks, water, and any magazines I bought once I reached the airport. I didn’t have the heart to refuse. Grudgingly, I’ll admit it was useful. When we travel, Trevor usually carries anything I need. Not having my assistant here has been somewhat frustrating, not that I would rather have him here than protecting my sister. He’s right where he needs to be.

  After disembarking, I leisurely make my way down to baggage claim, knowing it will take time for the luggage to be unloaded. I stop at a coffee kiosk to caffeinate and pull my cell phone out of my pocket. The small café tables right in front are crowded, but I find one further down and sit. I turn on the video call feature and dial the number Trevor gave me.

  After several seconds, Lily’s beautiful face fills the screen.

  “How do you like the new phone?”


  “I love it.” She smiles into the camera. “Thank you!”

  “Good.” Her smile is infectious and is one of the many things I love about her. “Are you behaving yourself?”

  She rolls her eyes at me but answers, giggling, “Yes, don’t worry. JoJo’s keeping Aunt Kitty and I in line.”

  “Good,” I chuckle. “What have you ladies done today?”

  “We went shopping,” she tells me excitedly. “And then, since it’s still raining, we ate dinner downstairs, and now we’re deciding on a movie to watch.”

  “Sounds like you had a good day.”

  “I did,” she sighs. Leaning closer to the camera, she whispers, “I missed you, though.”

  “I miss you too, princess.”

  Lily smiles, with the pleasure of my words etched on her face. After being together non-stop for the past few days, it’s unsettling not having her within touching distance. It’s nice to know she’s feeling the same.

  “Where are you?” she asks.

  “Waiting for my luggage,” I tell her. Pausing to take a sip of my coffee, I continue, “And then I’m heading to the office.”

  “Is that Finn?” I hear Kitty’s voice in the background, and Lily moves the camera slightly so I can see her face. She smiles brightly and tells me, “Don’t worry, I’m taking good care of our girl.”

  Our girl.

  I can’t help but smile at her words. “Thank you.”

  After collecting my luggage from the baggage claim, I take a hired car directly to my corporate headquarters. I leave my bags in my office before heading down to the warehouses and meeting up with Bear Daniels, my head of security.

  “This way, sir.” Daniels leads me toward the worst of the damage. “They weren’t able to fully breach the security perimeter, so they set off the explosion here by the fence and hit our softest target area.”

  The acrid smell of scorched metal and burning wood fills the air as I walk closer to the nearly destroyed warehouse. All I can see is the millions of dollars of my customers’ products ruined, and the delay in satisfying their customers’ orders.