Read Old Enough To Know Better Online
Authors: Carolyn Faulkner
She shook her head. Where in the hell had he come from, anyway, and, more than that, what could she possibly have done to deserve him? She already knew the answer to the second question was absolutely nothing, especially since he was the second time she’d found someone that was perfect for her.
Somewhere down the line there was going to be some serious reckoning happening on her account. The karmic books were seriously lopsided in her favor, although she knew that he was going to do his level best to balance the books with his palm across her bottom on a regular basis. But for now, she was going to let go and enjoy what she was lucky enough to have, and so she snuggled down into his arms, content just to let him hold her.
When he popped the question, several months later, it was right after he’d given her a thorough blistering for not calling him to tell him she was going to be late home from going out to dinner with his mother. He’d asked her to be home by ten, which he thought was more than reasonable, considering they’d left at six.
But he should have remembered how she and his mom could – and would – talk, and reminded her about her rule to call him if she was going to be late, although he also reminded her that he shouldn’t have to remind her of her rules.
Of all the rules he made for her – which really weren’t too many, it was the ones that restricted her freedom, as far as she was concerned, that she chafed against the most and therefore were the most likely to ignore.
So he was quite ready for her to blow off the call he should have received some time before ten. But then it got to be eleven. And twelve. And then one. Cell reception was notoriously bad on the Island, and he wasn’t getting through to either of them. But there were pockets of reception on the plan he’d switched her over to, and she was expected to find one and make at least one call to let him know she was okay and ask – and he meant ask – if she could come home later.
None of that was done, and he was getting a little frantic. He made a mental note to switch his mom over to the same plan Cat was on, if only, for his own mental health.
They dragged themselves in at about 1:30 by taxi. All the way from Bangor, but, considering their condition, he was glad they had, and he personally paid their tab and gave the guy a healthy tip. He’d never seen his mom quite so polluted. She was teetering on her high heels, and just about knocked him over with the alcohol on her breath when she went to hug him.
Catherine wasn’t in much better condition, either, but she was a quieter drunk. She merely stood there, staring at him, bleary eyed, with a strange grin on her face. He couldn’t tell if she was happy, or getting ready to ralph.
He got his mom tucked away into one of the guest rooms well away from the master bedroom, although he wasn’t really worried that she was going to hear anything, because as soon as she hit the bed, fully clothed, she passed out, thankfully.
Cat was right where he’d left her. Hadn’t moved a muscle as far as he could tell. Finn stood directly in front of her. “Are you alright?”
She nodded, smiling that eerily beatific smile at him.
“You know you’re in trouble, don’t you?”
More happy nodding. “For not calling you. But I din’t have no sing-signal.”
“You’re going to get a signal, believe me, woman.” He took her hand, then made her step out of her killer spike heels before she killed herself, then brought her out onto the deck instead of the bedroom. It was a warm, early summer night, just perfect for correcting ladies who got drunk and forgot the rules made to keep them safe and protected.
She was wearing that pink dress; the one she’d worn on their first date. It had him salivating, wanting to bend her over the railing for an entirely different purpose, but he steeled himself in his resolve and made her ready.
The first connection of the flat of his hand with her rounded cheeks had her considerably more sober than she cared to be in that situation. Cat suddenly realized where she was and what was just beginning to happen. “Finn! No!”
“Oh, yes, my love. I’ve been frantic about the two of you all night. It’s time you felt a little frantic yourself.”
And she did, more than a little, as he built the heat in her bottom to blazing proportions, ignoring her pleas for mercy and the inevitable tears, which he hated to see but which he didn’t allow to deter him from applying the necessary amount of correction to her glowing rear end.
He stopped at one point, although he wasn’t done, to reach into his pants pocket. “I was going to give this to you tonight when you got home, but somehow I think it’s even more appropriate to give it to you in this position, and I think I’ll like the answer better if you’re a bit tipsy when you give it.”
Finn kept her bent over, but got down on one knee anyway, and showed her the ring. She would have moved towards him, but his hand stayed her. “Catherine Angelique, I would be so honored if you would do me the honor of becoming my wife.”
She was crying again, but not for the same reason as she was before. She was overwhelmed, and could only say, “Yes!”
He slipped the ring onto her finger quickly, as if he thought she might reconsider, then he stood and snicked his belt out of his pants. Finn heard her quickly indrawn breath at the sound. “I’ll hug you when we’re done, but we’re not quite finished here, my love.”
That thick black belt lashed across the crest of those generous hillocks, making her dance even more fervently than had his hand.
Finn stepped forward to examine his handiwork in the pale moonlight. “That’s gonna leave a mark. I hope.”
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