“How can you know that?”
“We might have used the protection to get closer to you, but we have been watching you since you turned 18. You are a hard person to miss Finley, and it might have killed each of us when you started coming to the clubhouse. It felt wrong to be attracted to you. You were only 18 for crying out loud. But there you were, sitting on the bar drinking vodka like you didn't give a damn that you were in a room full of dangerous men.”
“You walked through the room with your head high, ignoring the looks of hunger from the men and the death glares that the women sent your way. The day that you told us about the Monica thing changed everything for us. We talked about it often. You fought for us, you risked getting hurt to make sure that I knew Monica was trying to trap me with a baby.”
“I rocked a chub the whole time that you beat the shit out of her. The only reason you didn't know it was because when I pulled you off of her, I put you over my shoulder.”
Finley covers her face with her hands and laughs loudly. Her whole body shakes and she pulls her feet up so that her knees are to her chest and wraps her arms around them. She buries her face between them, and her laughs just keep on going.
“What is happening?” Bell leans his elbows on his knees and assesses her with serious eyes.
“Is she in some kind of shock?” Scar whispers back to him, all the while Finley just sits there and laughs.
“I am not in shock. Well, I guess I am, but I have been hit with a lot of emotions in the last two days. First Bell admits that he is in love with me which is the first time I questioned your feelings about what happened those months ago. And then in the parking lot here, Scar had a lot of things to say. I noticed you three when I was about 16, it was more of an obsession really, my heart would race every time that I saw any of you. I thought that I was nuts, there was no way that any of you would be interested in someone so much younger than you. There are women all over the club that have way more going on than I do. Don't get me wrong, I’m pretty and the red hair works for me, but I am small in the way that men would prefer to have more meat and I see the women that hang out around the club. So, I just didn't see it, then the flirting started and I started to believe maybe I was wrong. My mind was reeling that night. Everything I ever wanted but shouldn't, everything I dreamt of but didn't think I could reach. The very thing that I was running from when I applied to get out of Uvalde. If that night had never happened…”
“If that night never happened then we would have found a way to get you back or live the rest of our lives settling for subpar relationships.” Scar is the one that speaks up, but he says what we are all thinking.
Nothing would come close to what happened between us that night.
“We wouldn't have known any different,” she whispers the words, and the way that her body shakes says that she didn't mean to say it out loud.
“We wouldn't have been happy, and that's the problem. We might have faked it, we might have moved on and found someone else that we could love but something would always be missing, something would always be off.”
Finley sits in the chair with her head down for quite a while, when her body relaxes and her breathing slows, she still doesn't move. I get off the floor and go sit on the couch beside the other two and just watch her. I tense every time it looks like she is going to get up, but she just readjusts and keeps her head down. I wonder which one of us is going to be the first to get up and move her, there is no way that any of us are okay with her sitting across the room with her head down when we have been keeping our distance from her for so long.
She is here, in our apartment, and I know that I am not the only one that wants to peel those clothes off of her and fuck her into the wall–and the carpet, couch, coffee table, shower, the list could go on.
Bell starts to move but Scar puts a hand on his arm and pushes him back into the couch. I have to agree with him, I don't think that Fin could handle his brand of intensity right now.
“Fin?” Scar squats down in front of her like I had been.
“Finley?” He tries again, his voice a little firmer this time.
“Sugar?” I guess he decides that she doesn't need him to get firm with her, she needs him to move in the other direction, so he does. “You are overthinking all of this. You are focusing too much on everything that has happened in the past and not what's going on right now.” He drags her feet out from under her and they fall to the floor, her head is still down but he doesn't let her stay like that long.
“Please stop, before I lose control over my temper, and we all have a bad night.”
“Scar,” I warn him, I don't think he would go full VP attitude on her but tonight might not be the night to push her. Not that I don't think it would be funny to watch her bow up to him, but it might ruin the rest of the evening.
“I am not scared of you or whatever attitude you are hiding behind that scar on your face, but I only needed a minute. I’m good now.” She pulls herself out of the chair and stretches out, causing all of us to groan.
A shiver rolls through her and she laughs before she stands up straight.
“You three are terrible and as much as I would like to stay and see where all this groaning and shivering could go, I can't.” She turns around and backs toward the door, we all move to stop her.
“What do you mean you can't stay?” Bell huffs.
“I took Top's car to get here, and as soon as the party at the house is over, he is going to need it.”
“You have several hours before that party is over,” I check my watch just to make sure that I'm right. She can't seriously think that she could storm in here and yell at us, have a good laugh, and then leave.
“I am not sleeping with any of you tonight.”
She is so fucking sexy when she is feeling bratty, it makes me want to spank her ass.
Hard.
“No one said anything about sleeping here.” Scar knows that's not what she meant, and she is not amused.