Charmer (Havenbrook #1)

Chapter 26

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

FINN

Hours later, I didn’t even let Willow get through the door to my apartment before I pounced. Thankfully, Drew had made a quick run to the store so he could be spared our show, but I wouldn’t have stopped even if my brother had been sitting right in front of us. It didn’t matter if it’d been days or hours since I’d last had Willow in my arms; the urge to be with her again, to feel her under my hands, was too strong to do anything but take.

Willow dropped her purse on the floor just inside the door and looped her hands around my neck as I rained kisses along hers. “This isn’t exactly what I came over here for. Thought you needed my opinion on stain for the floors downstairs?”

I walked her backward to my bedroom, stumbling only a little along the way. Once inside, I kicked the door shut, then reached back to tug off my shirt. “I do. Later.”

I peeled off her dress in one fluid motion and tossed it to the side, my eyes hungrily taking in every inch of her. Jesus, I could look at her every single day and never get tired of the view.

After shucking the rest of my clothing, I dropped to my bed. Lying on my back, I patted my chest. “Right now, I want you to come on up here and sit on my face.”

“Finn!” Her shocked declaration screamed offense, but it didn’t stop her from shimmying out of those barely there panties or slipping off her bra. Also didn’t stop her from climbing up the bed, her hands running up the length of my thighs as she went, her breath hot on my already aching cock.

I swallowed, the sight of her lips so close to my erection making it twitch. “Thought you were gonna work that pussy over on my tongue.”

“I never said that.” She wrapped her fingers around my shaft. Flicked her tongue along the underside of my cock, making my whole body jolt with need. “Maybe I wanna have a little fun with you first.”

She went straight in for the kill, engulfing my cock without any lead-in. I groaned, long and low, when she sucked me deep into her hot little mouth, swirling her tongue around the head in some kind of mind-blowing move designed to make me damn near lose consciousness.

I swept my fingers into her hair, pulling it back from her face so I could watch my cock disappear between those ruby red lips. Her and that heaven-sent mouth drove me out of my ever-loving mind. Forgetting myself for a moment, I thrust up off the bed, my dick going deeper into her mouth as she locked her eyes with mine. Christ , the sight alone was enough to get me off, but combined with the way she gripped the base of my shaft, how she caressed my balls with her other hand, I’d be lucky if I lasted three minutes before shooting off down her throat.

I needed a distraction. I needed her .

“C’mon, Willowtree.” I reached out, like I could extend my arm far enough to touch her thighs. Guide her straight up to straddle my face. “Why don’t you come on up here and let me have a taste.”

She hummed low in her throat, the sound vibrating along my length and nearly making me see stars.

“Jesus, sweetness, don’t do shit like that. Gonna make me come before I give you yours.”

Willow sucked up the length of my shaft before releasing my cock with a pop, replacing her mouth with her hands, and giving me the sexiest devil-smile I’d ever seen. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want.”

I breathed out a laugh, pressing my head back into the pillow and squeezing my eyes shut when she swept her thumb along the underside of my cock and over the head. “C’mon now, you know that’s not how it works here. You get yours first, always.” My voice was low, gritty. Barely in control. Well, if I had to fight dirty, I would. I wanted her to come on my tongue, and I wanted it immediately. “Don’t think I haven’t seen you squirming. I know your pussy’s wet. Aching. You’re just dying to slide your hand between your legs and finger that little clit, aren’t you? Come on up here and let me take care of it for you.”

My words had the desired effect on her. Her lips parted, her eyes going glassy, and that tight ass of hers wriggled and swayed like she was trying to relieve the pressure between her legs. And then…thank the sweet Lord…she climbed up the length of my body, twisted around, and straddled my face. Lowering that dripping pussy right over my mouth.

“Christ, did sucking me off get you this wet?” I gripped her hips and lifted my head to take a swipe through her slit, licking up all that delicious sweetness.

She moaned, her hand stalling on my cock as she focused on her own pleasure. “That, and a certain phone call may have started me on this path.”

“Mmm…then I’m gonna have to call you more often.”

“Don’t—” She gasped as I sucked her clit between my lips and pumped a finger into her. “Don’t…don’t stop…”

I smiled around her, certain that wasn’t what she’d been planning to say, but I couldn’t say I minded. Having her so lost to her pleasure she couldn’t throw up future roadblocks was just fine with me. Once again, she engulfed my cock in her mouth, deep suction interspersed with throaty moans.

From somewhere in the distance, I thought I heard my phone going off with an incoming call, but it was hard to tell with Willow’s hips rocking over my face and her thighs pressed so tightly to my ears.

Even if it was, I sure as hell wasn’t going to answer.

I doubled down on my efforts, sucking her harder, faster, pumping my fingers into her deeper. Driving her further and further toward the edge I knew she was close to falling over.

On a strong pull of her clit between my lips, she gasped, tossing her head back and pumping my cock with her hand instead of her mouth. “Finn… Finn .”

What I wouldn’t give to hear that every night for the rest of my life. She sucked me deep again, moaning around my length…and this time, I was certain it’d been my phone before, as a couple beeps sounded, indicating a missed message.

Attempting to ignore it, I focused all my efforts on her, but it wasn’t two minutes before my fucking phone went off again with another text. I wouldn’t have cared, but every time that damn sound rang through the room, Willow’s once strung-tight body relaxed, like she’d been nearly to the top of that mountain and had slid back down halfway, only to have to climb again.

On the fourth trill—and subsequently, the fourth time Willow’s body lost the tension of her near-release—I growled and rolled her off me before flipping around and planting myself between her thighs.

“Finn, what— Oh Lord, keep doing that. Yes …” She spread her legs wide and reached down, sliding her fingers into my hair and holding on for dear life.

Slipping my fingers inside her, I pumped and curled them, searching for the spot I knew would make her scream. On a soft stroke, she gasped, her hips arching off the bed, and I knew I had it. So I exploited the hell out of it as I flicked my tongue against her clit. None of this slow buildup anymore. My goal was to get her to come before my damn phone went off again.

And she did.

When I sucked her clit between my lips and stroked that spot inside her, she held me close, her moans a high crescendo as she nearly pulled out my hair and pulsed against my tongue. Jesus, was there anything better than making my girl come?

Well, possibly having said girl acknowledge that she was, in fact, mine. But other than that, I wasn’t so sure anything could beat it.

With a final brush of my lips against her pussy, I climbed up the length of her body. I left kisses everywhere I could reach, stopping to spend a few solid minutes with her breasts because it’d been at least a day since I’d seen them and that was entirely too long in my book.

“How do you always do that?” she asked, still breathless from her release.

“Do what?” I brushed my lips against one of her hardened nipples while she squirmed.

“Turn things around. I wanted to drive you crazy for once, and yet I’m still the one who ended up on my back, blissed out of my mind.”

I could only stare at her for a moment, shocked into silence. Didn’t she realize? She drove me crazy every minute—every second —of the day, and she was worried I never was?

“Don’t you know by now you—” My phone trilled again, three beeps, one right after another. I growled, irritation getting the best of me as I snatched my phone from the makeshift nightstand—okay, TV tray. “Should’ve turned this goddamn thing off.”

“Must be somethin’ important. Missing out on a hot date?”

I raised an eyebrow as I slid my hand up her leg, tickling my fingers on the underside of her knee. “Not unless we were supposed to be on one and you didn’t tell me.”

She smiled then, a soft one meant just for me, and relaxed back against the bed. The sooner I dealt with whatever issue this was, the sooner I could be inside her.

I checked my notifications, finding a missed call and voice mail from Rory, followed by five texts. Swearing under my breath, I unlocked my screen and pulled up the messages.

Rory:

Hey, I left you a voice mail as well, but I need to move up the meet time because the school’s putting together a last-minute bake sale fundraiser to help cover the Crawleys’ medical expenses from that horrible car accident. Poor family just can’t catch a break. I’d like to whip up as many things as I can to help. Can y’all do 6:30 instead?

I glanced at the clock. Shit, that was in fifteen minutes. I quickly scrolled through the other messages.

Rory:

Can you confirm, please?

Hello?

Honestly, I hope your building isn't on fire or anything. I don’t want to leave y’all in a lurch, but this fundraiser’s important. I need to know if 6:30 works, or I have to cancel.

That’ll throw off your construction timeline completely, btw, but it’s up to y’all.

“Shit.” I ran my hands through my hair then grabbed my discarded clothes from the varying corners of my room.

“You’re leaving?” Willow propped herself up on her elbows, her face a mask of disbelief.

And, sweet Jesus in heaven, the sight of her spread out like that, her breasts bouncing with every subtle movement, nearly did me in. I had half a mind to text Rory and tell her to fuck off—nicely, of course—and spend the rest of the evening with my cock buried inside Willow.

But I had to go be an adult. An adult with a raging case of blue balls.

“Your sister’s kind of a tyrant.” I pulled up my jeans, letting them hang on my hips, before slipping on my T-shirt. “If her interior skills weren't so good, I’d never continue working with her.”

“My sis—what?”

“I mean, I know she’s always been bossy, but she’s taking this bar design thing to a whole new level.”

“She does what now?”

I glanced up at her as I buttoned my fly. “She’s been helping with the design of the bar since our dumb asses didn’t think to hire someone. Honestly, she’s been sort of a godsend, the tyrant bit notwithstanding. She didn’t tell you?”

Willow barked out a laugh and grabbed her proffered dress from me. “No. And she wouldn’t. Wouldn’t want anything to taint her perfect Rory image.”

It took me a minute to figure out why working on a design would taint anything, but when the answer came, it was like a punch to the chest. “Ahh, and workin’ with the Thomas boys will do just that. Got it.”

One would think after all this time, after making something of ourselves and using what we now had to the betterment of the town, we wouldn’t still be reduced to the damn Thomas boys , said with such derision. That we wouldn’t be reduced simply to the trouble twins.

“Hey…” Willow must’ve heard the frustration in my voice, because she stopped the hunt for her panties and came over to me, sliding her hands up my chest and locking her fingers behind my neck. “In the eyes of Daddy? Yes. And you remember how Rory was back then, don’t you? A daddy-pleaser to a fault. She hasn’t changed—if anything, she’s gotten worse.”

I didn’t know if Willow was just placating me, or if she spoke the truth, but I let her words soothe me as I gripped her hips, my cock twitching when I didn’t come across any panty lines. “Aren’t you always telling me she’s constantly lookin’ to catch you doing something wrong?”

“Yeah. I swear I think it’s her life’s mission some days.”

“Well…” I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Now’s your chance to return the favor.”

“How do you mean?”

“Since she didn’t tell you she was helpin’ out, I’m guessing it’s because she doesn’t want you to know. And she’ll be here in ten minutes…”

Willow’s eyes widened, then a knowing grin spread across her face. “You’re a genius.”

When she let go of me and strode toward her panties, I caught her hand to stop her. “Leave ’em off.”

She breathed out a laugh, glancing back at me over her shoulder. “You can’t possibly be serious.”

I tugged her back until she stood in front of me. Placed her hand over my aching cock. “I’m still hard for you, Willowtree. Won’t you give me this one tiny thing?”

I knew the moment I had her. Her shoulders relaxed, and she melted into me a little, her hand gently stroking against the fly of my jeans.

“ You , sir, are definitely the bad influence, not me.”

“You love it.”

For the first time in way too damn long, the look she gave me said she might not just yet, but maybe…maybe someday she could.

And for now, someday was enough.