Stir (The Sizzle TV Series Book 5)

Chapter 11 – Finn

“Finn.” Nic’s eyes are blank, entirely unreadable. “Natalie.” He turns back to his apartment and shuts the door.

Natalie slumps, her head thumping back on my door, her eyes squeezing shut.

“Oh, God.”

I pull her hand up, pressing a quick kiss to the back. Retrieving my keys, I let her inside, wishing I’d done it five minutes ago if only to spare her getting caught like that. Natalie stands in the middle of the small hallway, her hands over her face, shaking her head.

“Oh, God,” she mumbles over and over.

“Hey.” I wait until she looks up at me from between her fingers. Her face is burning pink, and I know she’s embarrassed, but damn, she’s adorable. “It’s going to be okay.”

“How can you say that?” she asks.

I take her hand, kissing it again. “We’re consenting adults. Nic is perfectly aware of what happens when two people like each other.”

A hint of humor comes into her expression. “Liking each other isn’t what I’d call what we were doing out there.”

“You wouldn’t? Because I liked it a lot.”

She almost smiles. Her hands come down to fiddle with the open buttons of her coat.

I step closer, backing her up toward the wall. I get that she’s embarrassed, obviously, because her boss just caught her making out; her hair is messed up, and her clothes are all disheveled. She looked—looks—so turned-on, anybody would know how she was feeling right then. But there’s more to it.

Suspicion dawns, just the barest hint of an idea.

“It’s kind of hot.”

“What is?” she asks. Her breath picks up, just enough so I can hear it. I lean in to whisper in her ear.

“Getting caught. By Nic.”

Natalie shudders, her breath coming out in a rush with a tiny moan that I’m dead sure she didn’t mean to let out.

I take her mouth again, the need to touch her spurring me like the devil’s own heels. I can’t get enough. Her coat hits the floor as I start on the buttons of that silk blouse, tempted to tear it in half.

“Finn.” Natalie’s moan is louder this time, and I realize I must have said that part out loud.

A soft thud comes from the other side of the wall at Natalie’s back.

We both go still, her wide eyes meeting mine.

“Nic’s apartment.”

“Do you think he’s all right?” she says.

Nic saying, “She’s special.” Distracting his father when the man wouldn’t leave Natalie alone. The look on his face when she showed up to work, bright-eyed and rushed. That scorching-hot look in the lobby before this whole thing had started.

“I don’t think there’s an emergency, if that’s what you mean,” I say slowly. “If we can hear him?—”

“He can hear us, too,” she says, putting it together.

The idea lights my arousal on fire, the tension between us thickening fast, and I watch as her eyes dilate, her breath coming faster.

“It turns you on,” I murmur, tracing her lips with my thumb. “That he might hear what we’re doing.”

“I—”

The damned buttons of her blouse finally give way, and I push it off her shoulders. Her pale blue lace bra is see-through, and I can’t get my mouth on her fast enough, licking along the tops of those smooth, firm breasts. When I touch my tongue to a nipple through the fabric, she arches hard back against the wall and moans, not bothering to keep it quiet.

Natalie grips the back of my head, holding me where she wants me, and I go to work, sucking through the fabric, teasing the other peak with my fingers. Her head tips back, a hand over her mouth, but the sounds she makes don’t stop, not even a little.

Testing my theory just a little further, I make my way back up to her mouth, slapping my hands on the wall on either side of her, just loud enough to make the sound unmistakable.

Natalie whimpers, her eyes wide open, locked on mine.

Game on.

“I bet he’s standing right on the other side of this wall,” I say, unable to stop my hips from working against hers. Natalie lifts a leg the way she’d done outside, and this time, I don’t miss my cue. I lift her by the waist, the force of our bodies coming together against the wall, producing another thud. Natalie cries out, squeezing me between her thighs.

I know he wants her. Christ, how could he not? I lift her off the wall, surprising a noise out of her, setting her on the heavy hall table, scattering keys and papers everywhere. Her lips are at my shoulder, licking and biting, urging me on. I shove the skirt up, tight enough around her plush hips that I can use it as a handle to hold her in place as I go to my knees.

Matching pale blue lace between her thighs.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

Natalie’s eyes are wide, her mouth open in a perfect O, watching me in the dim hall. She teeters, catching the edge of the table just in time, hard enough it jerks back against the wall with another bang. Her eyebrows lift, her gaze coming back to meet mine.

Yeah. I put her on that table on purpose.

Growling, I pull her ass to the edge of the table and lay my tongue right over the top of all that gorgeous lace, on the verge of coming in my pants at the scent of her, hot and wet. She’s so wound up it makes me crazy, and I don’t bother pulling the lace off her pussy. The string at her hip offers no resistance, snapping almost as soon as I touch it. Pulling it to one side, I get my mouth on her at last.

Natalie’s moan lifts the hair on the back of my neck. The taste of her, her sounds, and God, her body—I can’t remember ever feeling so desperate to get inside a woman before, but she’s going to come on my tongue and my fingers first.

Bracing her on the edge of the table with one hand, gliding the fingers of the other up the inside of her thighs, I trace over her slickness before sliding one finger into her tight body, working her clit with my lips and tongue. The effect is immediate. Natalie cries out, falling back against the wall as her climax rocks her, thighs quaking and squeezing around my neck, milking my finger for all it’s worth. I don’t let up until she’s spent.

Still shuddering, Natalie tugs me up by the hair. I stand, get my belt and fly open, and grab the condom from my pocket before I take her mouth again. The taste of her gets me so hot my cock starts to throb, and I make quick work of the latex.

When I look up, Natalie’s staring down, gorgeously flushed, that rich dark hair clouding around her shoulders, her lips swollen.

“Christ, you’re sexy.” She swallows, never looking away from my erection for a second. I risk one slow stroke, up and down. Her eyes track the movement, every inch. “You want this?”

She laughs joyously.

“Good Lord, yes.” She reaches down, grips the head of my prick, testing the hardness, peeking up at me as though asking permission.

“Next time, gorgeous. You’ve got me so fucking hot; if you touch me much more like that, I don’t know if I can take it.”

She blushes pink and pulls her hand back, and I swallow a curse, leaning in to capture her mouth again, pulling her back to the edge of the table, bringing her right where I need her. Next time I’ll indulge her, let her play her fill. After we take the edge off. For now, I need?—

Sliding in with one smooth thrust, Natalie takes my cock with a shudder and a moan. I pause, holding back as long as I can, making sure she’s ready because, sweet Jesus Christ, she’s tight, and I am not a small man, and if she moves, it’s going to set me off too soon. More.

“Baby, wait,” I say, my teeth at her ear, shaking as she hitches her hips off the table in small bursts, like she’s trying to ride me where she sits. “Slow it down.”

“Can’t, can’t stop. Please, Finn.”

I pull back, thrusting hard once. The table hits the wall with the force of it.

Natalie’s mouth drops open, realizing what’s about to happen, and she starts to come again.

“Yes.”

The rhythmic grip of her pussy on my hard cock is too much to take. I drive into her over and over, the heavy table hitting the wall with every thrust. Natalie hangs on to my shoulders, fingers sliding and gripping, digging in with her nails, and I lose it, coming with a groan they can probably hear three blocks away. Definitely next door.

An extra pulse shudders through me, my cock thickening all over again.

Natalie’s eyes open wide, still catching her breath, mirroring my own shock. My pulse, only just beginning to slow, picks up all over again.

“Again?”

Pulling myself from her body is exquisite torture when it’s the only place I want to be, where I want to fucking live, but I’m not about to put either of us at risk.

“Stay here. Right here.”

She nods, perched on the edge of the table in my hallway. I make quick work of the condom, find a washcloth, clean up as fast as I can, grabbing a second cloth—and condom—in under two minutes.

But it’s too late. Natalie is buttoning her blouse, her bra and skirt already back in place. She’s got her goddamned shoes on.

“Natalie—”

“Finn.” Her hands falter as she tries to smile. “I…”

She looks down, focusing on her shirt. I approach her slowly, setting the things on the table. I take her hand and bring her fingertips up to kiss them.

“Stay awhile.”

“I—I can’t. I’d better go,” she says, her eyes on my mouth, her own lips swollen and blurry, and it’s all I can do not to back her into the wall and start all over again. “Work tomorrow, you know.”

I do know. And I can already see it in her eyes as she looks between me and the wall that separates my apartment from Nic’s. From her boss’s home. Where he almost certainly just listened to us fuck like horny teenagers.

Already, she’s regretting this. I want to punch something.

“Of course,” I say, gritting my teeth. “Give me a minute, I’ll walk you to your car.”

“No,” she says, glancing down and blushing furiously. “You don’t have to?—”

“Wait for me, Natalie, or I will follow you to the damn parking lot naked. You’re not walking down there alone.”

I pull on my clothes as fast as I can, in case she thinks I’m lying. I’m not about to let the woman walk into a parking lot after dark, not even in my own apartment complex, and it has nothing to do with the fact that I was hired to help guard her.

Her eyes stray more than once in the direction of Nic’s door as we walk. I don’t know what to say to make this less of a clusterfuck. I pull open the door of her car but stop her before she can climb inside.

“Natalie.” I wait until she meets my eyes. “I had fun tonight.”

Her mouth trembles, and she tries to smile. Fun is obviously the wrong fucking word to use. “Me, too.”

“Damn it.” I don’t want to crowd her when she so clearly wants to leave, but I can’t let the night end this way. I know if I do, she’s never going to look at me again.

Except when I show up at her office tomorrow and every morning for the foreseeable future. God damn it.

“I can’t change what just happened,” I say, helpless to tell her anything but the truth. “I wouldn’t even if I could. Nic is a grown man. Once he saw us together earlier, I bet you anything he did what everybody does: he put on his headphones as soon as he closed the door.”

She blinks slowly, taking in my words. Her shoulders relax ever so slightly.

“You think so?”

“I really do. It was just a fantasy. Sexy talk. You seemed to like it, so I went for it. If I crossed a line there, I’ll apologize.”

She smiles a little, but it’s a real smile with a hint of heat and humor behind it.

“You could argue that I’m the one who crossed the line.”

“Lady, you can cross that line with me anytime.” Keeping my eyes on hers, I bend slowly, stealing a kiss. We’re alone out here, but I don’t press. Natalie is long-game material, and I don’t want to fuck this up any more than I already have tonight.

“Thanks, Finn.”

“Anytime.” Her lips quirk at that, making me grin. “I mean that. You get the urge for a pick-me-up with your coffee break, you just say the word. I’ll be there, ready to serve.”

She laughs, smacking me lightly on the chest before climbing into her car.

“I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

The apartment feels empty now that she’s gone. I shut the door behind me, leaning back against it, eyeing the table in my hall that will forever remind me of what just happened here. The memory, the scent of her and sex in the air, plumps my cock right back up. Sliding my hand over the fly of my jeans, I press down hard, needing the friction. We’d barely taken the edge off, and all I can think about is the next time I see her.

That word again. More.

A noise breaks the silence, a rough groan. A man’s voice.

Nic.

It’s muffled and abbreviated, but there’s no mistaking that sound. My breath catches in my throat. I wait, my hand frozen on my dick.

Another one.

It’s close by, too, no further into the apartment than that table in my hallway.

Jesus, if he’s—if I can hear him that clearly?—

Heat explodes over my body, and all that second-round tension I’d been ready to spend in Natalie’s lush, sexy body comes roaring back. Before I realize what I’m doing, my fly is down. Cock in hand, hard and leaking, and ready to shoot like I hadn’t just come a few minutes ago.

Another sound, this one needy, pained even, like somebody covered his mouth to keep quiet. Why the fuck that gets to me, why any of this turns me on, I don’t fucking know. Right now, I don’t fucking care.

The echo of Natalie’s cries, the banging of the table against the wall—I replay all of it, but this time, I picture Nic on the other side of the wall, hearing every bit of it. He’d be hard as hell, stroking off as he listened to us, to her cries and the unmistakable smack and slide of skin on skin.

A broken groan and a sharp thud this time, like he’s banged a fist on the wall.

He’s coming. Right here, right now. The knowledge—not a thought, but the bone-deep, instinctive knowledge—triggers my own orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I slap a hand to the wall to hold me up, humping into my fist. As the blood slowly stops pounding in my ears, the silence becomes deafening.

He heard us. I heard him. There’s no way he didn’t hear me just now, too.

What the fuck just happened?