Chapter 4
Unearned Interest
Finn
Sara’s face is flushed and her pupils are dilated. She’s turned on and it’s hot. And when she glares at me, I feel all the heat left to swelter in her body untapped. Drew just left my girl high and dry.
“You can leave. I’m fine.” She stacks plates and heads into the kitchen.
Tom has a theory about his sister that I don’t agree with. Especially when Tom’s sister looks like my flower. I’ve held back for years, watching her pine over Wyatt, but catching flashes of heat from her when she looks at me.
The dishes clatter in the kitchen. I could leave right now and everything would stay the same.
Tom will still be missing. Dante will block Sara from getting to Wyatt.
Wyatt will try to ignore the feelings he has for Sara.
And I’ll flirt with her and she’ll turn me down out of misplaced loyalty to Wyatt.
Or...
Drew stirred the pot and now my flower needs more. I’m here. She’s here. It can’t hurt to take a taste. It might go against the bro code, but Wyatt will never do anything about that longing between them. He doesn’t want to lose Tom as a friend.
But fuck, what they don’t know won’t hurt them. I down the rest of the whiskey Drew and I were sharing and walk into the kitchen.
“What’s wrong, flower?” I lean in the doorway and watch her load the dishwasher.
“I was on a date.” She points a knife at me and her green eyes flash. I figured my late entrance would anger her, but it gave me a chance to check on her and check out the guy she’s dating.
I shrug. “He left because he’s got somewhere else to be.”
Something on his phone pulled him away. Personally, if I were him, I would’ve waited me out.
“Maybe he would have stayed if you hadn’t shown up.” She pushes the knife into the dishwasher forcefully.
Ouch. I hope she isn’t thinking that’s me she’s jabbing the knife into.
“How about a peace offering?” I quirk a smile her way.
She narrows her eyes. “What are you talking about? Why are you even here? I’m a grown adult. I can be alone without needing pretty boys coming and checking on me.”
She gestures toward me before slamming the dishwasher shut. She breezes past to get back to the dining room. Her orange scent lingers in the air, driving me fucking insane.
From the time she turned sixteen, she’s been able to get under all our skin. The bikinis she wore in the summer to draw our attention. The cute little dresses. The sweets she made us. Watching her eat fucking ice cream cones was exquisite torture.
“Sara, did your gentleman caller leave you high and dry? Or maybe horny and wet?”
Her eyes narrow as she sets the cake back on the table. There’s a moment of indecision, but then it’s gone and she looks determined. Fuck, she’s sexy when she’s riled up.
“Frustrated. That’s how he left me, Finn.” She crosses her arms and glares at me. “Obviously, you aren’t going to help with the problem.”
Oh, flower. I almost shake my head. A challenge like that I’m not likely to refuse.
I stride her way and her eyes widen as she backs away from me until she’s against the wall. I close in on her and press my body into her soft curves, tipping her chin up. Her lips are parted and her startled eyes search mine.
“Feeling needy, flower.” I trace her lower lip with my thumb. She whimpers. “I know my way around a woman’s body.” My gaze falls to her lips. “Since I ran off your suitor, maybe I should give you what you need.”
Her warm breath coats my thumb. Her voice is low when she says, “What do I need?”
That’s not no.
I smile before dipping my head toward hers. “Release.”
I claim her mouth like I should have years ago.
So fucking sweet as she parts her lips for me and moans into my mouth.
This could all go sideways fast. Tom would be furious.
Wyatt would be jealous as hell, but wouldn’t do anything about it.
Dante, fuck, who knows with Dante. He wants her, and if he had this opportunity, I’m not sure he’d pass it up.
When her tongue strokes against mine, I groan and lift her against the wall. Her legs wrap around my waist and she cradles my erection between her thighs. Fuck. I need to calm down before I push too far.
But then again, if the lady wants me, who am I to deny her?
Sara
Finn is blowing my mind as he explores every inch of my mouth while grinding his cock against my pussy. If I was wet before, I’m soaked now. When he cups my breast and massages it, I gasp into his mouth as my breast tightens.
What the fuck is even happening? I was being a brat to him like I always am, but then he was on me. Holy crap, his cock rubbing against my pussy is the best thing I’ve ever felt.
“Fuck, flower.” Finn rests his head against the wall next to mine. His hot breath bathes my skin. His hand slips up my thigh.
He lifts his head and his green eyes search mine. “Tell me to stop, Sara. If you don’t say no, I’ll make sure you’re completely satisfied.”
Sparks and heat flood my body. I bite my lip. This is what I wanted. This is what I craved.
I wanted it to be Drew tonight, but fuck, I’ll take Finn. He’s a no-strings kind of guy. I’ve had more than one fantasy about Finn Lawson.
“Prove it.” The words spill out of me like a dare.
His wicked grin is my only warning before his fingers slip beneath my panties and thrust into my pussy.
“Oh, fuck.” My pussy pulses around the invasion. My breathing is uneven as he holds them there inside me, stretching me around his fingers.
“Fuck, flower, you’re so fucking wet and tight.” Finn’s forehead drops against mine. He draws his fingers out of me and lifts his hand before our faces. “See how wet you are for me?”
His fingers glisten with my wetness before he takes them in his mouth and sucks on them like they’re his favorite candy. My pussy aches at the look of pleasure on his face.
When he opens his eyes, the heat in them makes my insides burn. “When do your parents get home?”
“Not for a while.”
He leans in and takes my mouth. I can taste myself on his tongue and it doesn’t bother me. I want more.
He lifts me off the wall. I cling to him as he sets me on the table. “I need another taste.”
I bite my lip as he presses me to lie down. He lowers my panties down my legs and off. Oh, fuck, this is happening. He opens my thighs and his green eyes take in my bare pussy.
I made sure everything was clean and waxed before this weekend, hoping someone would be exploring it besides me.
“Flower, you’re beautiful.” He leans down and kisses my pussy.
My chest aches as I realize I’m holding my breath. He presses my thighs out as his mischievous eyes collide with mine before his mouth is on me, devouring me.
I moan as he sucks and nips and licks my pussy like he’s licking it clean. Then he dips his tongue inside me and I’m catapulted into a new reality because fuck. My breath grows shorter as the spring inside me winds so tight.
He keeps fucking me with his tongue until I can’t take any more.
The spring explodes and I cry out. I can feel his smile against my pussy as I try to inch away from the stimulation, which has become too much.
“No, flower, I’m not finished with you yet.” He lifts my legs over his shoulders and feasts on my pussy. He thrusts two fingers inside me while he sucks on my clit and I’m done for.
“Oh, fuck, Finn. Oh, fuck.” As my release overwhelms me, a gush of fluid flows out of me. I’m mortified at how wet it is. I cover my face with my hands.
“Fuck, Sara. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Finn draws me to sit up as he curls his fingers inside me. His face is wet from me.
“Is that supposed to happen?” I grab a napkin and wipe at his smiling face.
“Is that... ?” he repeats. His smile falters a little before his green eyes search mine. Whatever he finds, his eyes soften. “Yes, flower. It’s perfectly normal for a fucking amazing orgasm to make you squirt.”
His fingers keep brushing that place inside me that pushes me higher. His thumb rubs my clit slowly. “One more. Give me one more and we’ll call it good.”
“What about you?” I cup his cheeks as his touch overwhelms me again. I pant against his lips.
“I’m good.” He claims my mouth as he makes me cry out another release. My heart is pounding so fast and my body clenches so hard around his fingers.
He draws them out of me and I instantly miss them.
“Taste yourself.” He holds his fingers up to my lips.
Searching his darkened green eyes, I part my lips and take his fingers into my mouth. Fuck, I suck on them, moaning. He thrusts them slowly in and out. His gaze lowers to my lips. I imagine taking more than his fingers into my mouth.
How thick he’d feel inside me.
He pulls his fingers out and lifts me from the table. I glance over his shoulder at the mess. The mess I made. Fuck, I didn’t even know that could happen. I mean, I’ve read about things like that, but I haven’t experienced much.
I wrap my arms around him as he carries me through the house and up the stairs to my bedroom. Finally. He walks past the bed and into the bathroom where he sets me on the counter.
He kisses me softly before unwrapping my legs from his waist. I don’t know what to do now. He goes to the sink and wets a washcloth. “You might be a little sore tomorrow.”
My eyebrows furrow. He moves between my legs and washes me carefully.
“Is that it?” I fully expected the works, especially when he carried me up to my bedroom.
He blows out a breath and drops the washcloth in the sink. He rests his forehead against mine and strokes his thumb along my jaw.
“As much as I want to fuck you, Sara, I—” He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before his mouth takes mine. He kisses me like it will be the last time. I slide my hand down to rub his cock over his pants.
“You want me,” I murmur against his lips. His cock pulses against my palm.
“Fuck, I do. But—” He backs away and scrubs his hand over his face before looking at me with eyes not intent on seducing me. Something softer lingers in them. “Not tonight, flower.”
I close my legs and slide off the counter to stand. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No. Fuck, no. You’re perfect, flower.” He cups my jaw and lifts my chin before pressing a kiss against my lips. “I just—”
He backs away and coldness draws into the space he occupied. The fire sputters as he looks a little lost.
“I can’t do this, right now.” He threads his fingers through his hair as he looks me over. He shakes his head. “Call me when your parents get home, flower.”
He vanishes out my door and I listen for the sound of the door alarm going off and then stopping. I release my breath and finish cleaning myself up before changing into pajamas.
I’m not tired. Not after all that.
I still don’t understand what happened or what it means. If it means anything. Finn finally took action. He finger fucked me and went down on me. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.
I walk down the stairs and finish cleaning up the dining room. My pussy pulses just thinking about what happened in here. I lost track of my orgasms.
But the way he rushed off, I sigh. Did I say something wrong or do something wrong?
I nibble on my lip as I go to the front door to make sure it’s bolted locked for the night.
Someone walks across the street in dark clothes.
The red glow of a cigarette is the only light over there.
The hair on the back of my neck stands on end.
A chill races up my spine. It’s just my imagination trying to make something out of nothing. I doublecheck the security system just in case.