6. Finn
SIX
FINN
Margo is a lot of damn fun.
She and her friend joined us at our table, and she took the spot next to me. Her thigh has been pressed against mine for the last hour, and I swear to fucking god every time she moves, I see another inch of creamy white skin.
It’s hard to look away from her, especially when I think she’s doing it on purpose to be a tease, and I’m so tempted to slide my hand up her leg. To dip my fingers inside her underwear and see if she’s wet.
I bet she is.
Her cheeks are flushed bright red and she keeps glancing at me. Every few minutes, she’ll bite her bottom lip then drop her gaze to the front of my jeans, and I know for a damn fact I’m not going home alone tonight.
That makes me feel like I won the damn lottery.
“How did you meet Finn?” Holden asks, and it snaps me out of my daydream about her in my lap.
Margo swirls her drink with her straw. “At the finish line of the Jingle Jangle Half Marathon yesterday. I almost fell, and he caught me. Is he usually that chivalrous?”
“Most chivalrous guy I know,” Holden says.
“He lent me his Maserati while my car was in the shop,” Rhett adds.
“Pretty sure he saved someone from a burning building.”
“Didn’t he get the Presidential Medal of Honor?”
“Enough.” I laugh and flip off my friends. “Don’t listen to them.”
“See if I compliment you again.” Rhett taps his phone and pulls out his wallet. “I’m heading out.”
“Me too.” Holden yawns and throws down a twenty. “Anyone need a ride home? I only had one beer and I’m good to drive.”
I keep my mouth shut because I want Margo to dictate how the rest of tonight goes. If that’s another round of drinks together. If that’s her coming home with me. If that’s going separate ways and never seeing each other again.
I don’t have any expectations, and the ball is in her court.
Margo and Katarina exchange a drawn out look. I don’t know what kind of silent conversation they have, but Katarina glances at Holden suspiciously.
“Are you a murderer?” she asks.
“Uh.” Holden pulls on his collar. His nervous fidgeting is not helping him sell his innocence, even though I know he wouldn’t hurt a fly. “No?”
“You don’t sound too sure. Do you have any weapons in your car?”
“Just an air freshener.”
Katarina hums and looks at Margo again. Margo nods, and Katarina jumps off her stool. “I’m not far, but it’s cold as shit outside. I’ll take you up on that ride, please. As long as you delete my address from your phone after.”
“I’m not a stalker,” Holden grumbles, and he, Katarina, and Rhett head off toward the exit.
“How long are you hanging out?” I ask Margo when we’re alone.
She rests an elbow on the high top. I can see a hint of her cleavage from this angle, and her intentions are pretty fucking clear. “However long you are.”
“Think I’m all set.”
“So am I.”
“I have to be honest with you about something before this goes any further,” I say, and her eyes widen.
“If you tell me you have a girlfriend, I’m going to be so pissed. I’m going to track her down and tell her how much of a piece of a shit her partner is.”
“Okay, I appreciate the feminine rage, and rightfully so, but I don’t have a girlfriend. Cheating isn’t one of my kinks, and what I want to talk to you about involves something else.” I grab the leg of her chair and pull her even closer. She’s practically on top of me, and no matter how badly I want to touch her, she needs to hear this first. It might make the flirting we’ve done all night pointless. “There’s a reason I look familiar. You, uh, dated my son. Jeremy.”
“ What ?” Margo pulls back. “Are you serious?”
“Dead serious.”
She takes a second to process the news I dropped, and I think it’s a good sign she hasn’t bolted out of here yet. Her eyes roam over my face, looking at my nose and my jaw, and I see the moment understanding dawns.
“Holy shit,” she whispers. “You look… well, you don’t look just like him, but you look so similar. For the record, you’re hotter.”
I laugh. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
“How the hell did I not connect the dots?”
“You can blame it on being delirious after the race. You weren’t thinking clearly.”
“Wow. Okay.” She rubs the back of her neck. “This is a big surprise. I’ve been in your house. I’ve used your shower. I sat by your pool over the summer and I—” She snaps her mouth closed, and I narrow my eyes.
“You what, Margo?”
“It’s nothing important.”
“That’s a lie. You fucked my son in my house when I wasn’t around, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” Margo says, some breathy little moan from the back of her throat, and I want to burn my guest room down. “And I sunbathed topless in your backyard.”
I groan at the thought of her spread out on one of my chairs with her long legs. Her back arched and her tits out. She’s bold; my neighbors could’ve seen her from their kitchen window if they looked outside, but maybe she likes that. Maybe she likes being on display for all the world to see.
“That obviously complicates whatever is happening here.” I gesture between us. “I knew who you were in the medical tent, but I didn’t expect to run into you tonight. Or ever again, honestly.”
“Do you think it would be weird?” She gnaws on her bottom lip, and I spend way too long staring at her mouth. “Would you consider me sloppy seconds?”
“Sloppy seconds?” I reach out and tuck a loose piece of hair behind her ear. “I saw you one time from a distance and almost got hard. Your ass looked damn good in the jeans you were wearing, and I thought you were attractive long before I thought there was a possibility I could have you. Now?” I move my hand to her jaw and cup her cheek. “I’m waiting for you to say yes. You’re first in my book.”
“Your son didn’t know how to fuck me.” Margo brings her mouth close to mine. “Do you think you will?”
“Baby, when I’m finished with you, you won’t be able to walk straight. I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
She stands, eyes locked on mine. “Then what the hell are we still doing here?”
I jump to my feet and throw down more than enough cash to cover our tab. I hold her elbow and practically drag her to the door. The air is frosty when we step outside, and she exhales at the change in temperature. I walk her backward until her shoulders press against the brick building. She grabs me by my sweater and tugs me toward her.
There’s a teasing look in her eye. A hint of mischief that makes me want to be very, very bad. That makes me want to do the depraved things I’ve dreamed about. When she licks her lips and tilts her head to the side, giving me access to her neck, I’m so tempted to take her right here, right now, while she wears that cute fucking skirt.
“How drunk are you?” I move my mouth to her throat and lick my tongue up her neck. “On a scale of one to ten.”
“A four? Sober enough to want to do this.” She lifts a leg and wraps it around my waist. I slip my hand up her thigh and find warm, bare skin. “Sober enough to know I want you, Finn.”
“Does this work into some sort of revenge plan? Your ex fucked you over, so you fuck his dad?”
“And if it is?” Margo rolls her hips, and I almost growl. “Would it help if I called you Daddy?”
“Fucking Christ.” I put my hand on the wall next to her head. My dick throbs, and my rationality is close to flying out the window. That’s never been something that’s made me hard before, but I have a feeling I’d like anything with her. “I can’t fuck you here. If you’re mine for the night, no one else gets to see. ”
“Okay, so why aren’t we halfway back to your place?”
That’s a damn good question.
I could tell by her sports bra and the way the shorts she wore at the half marathon hugged her hips she has a perfect body. She’s tall—maybe five-seven—and made of curves I want to hold on to while I fuck her from behind. I want to peel off her clothes until she’s naked in front of me. I want to look at her until I have every inch of her memorized.
“Let’s go.” I pull away from her and start down the sidewalk. “I’m three blocks up the road.”
“I know you are. Topless sunbathing, remember?”
“I don’t think I’m ever going to forget that, Margo. It’s permanently ingrained in my brain. On my death bed, I’m going to still be mad I didn’t get to see your tits in the summer.”
She laughs and yanks her beanie over her ears. “I wish it were summer now. I’m freezing.”
“Why didn’t you bring a coat? It’s twenty-eight degrees outside.”
“It would ruin my outfit.”
“Brat.” I wrap my arm around her and do my best to warm her up. “I should punish you for walking around without the right clothes on.”
“And if I want to be punished?” she asks. “If I want to be bad? Are you going to teach me a lesson?”
That shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does, but the idea of putting her over my knee infiltrates my mind, and now I don’t want to do anything else.
“Going to teach you a lot of things,” I say. “Like how not all men are inept when it comes to female anatomy. Some of us know what we’re doing.”
“Prove it.”
I’ve always been a competitive guy. I’m never one to turn down a challenge, which is why seven minutes later, we’re stumbling into my house and I’m locking the door behind us.
“Still sure you want to do this?” I take her purse and drop it on the floor. “Or do you want to back out?”
Margo lifts her chin. With her eyes on me, she grabs the hem of her sweater and drags it over her head. Her lace bra is bright red and pushes her tits together, and I groan at the sight of her. “What do you think?”
I pull off my own sweater and her gaze rakes down my chest. She licks her lips and grins. “What’s the expectation here, Margo? A one-night stand? A quick fuck? Do you want me to get you off then send you home?”
She slinks toward me and hooks her finger in the belt loop of my jeans. “All of the above?”
“If you’re going to stay, we’re doing things my way.” I grab her chin and our eyes meet. There’s heat behind the green, and I smile. “Think you want to play?”
She’s going to back out.
There’s no way in hell she agrees to sleep with me. My moral compass doesn’t know which direction to point, but I’m sure hers does.
Now that we’re here, this whole situation close to becoming a reality, fucking her ex’s dad probably borders on the edge of insanity.
Margo’s smile matches mine. She stands on her toes and brings her mouth close to my ear. “Game on, Finn,” she murmurs, and the three words rock my entire fucking world.