Chapter 28
Twenty-Eight
Rhodes
I drop my bag in the mudroom, pausing only to throw my dirty clothes in the washer, then head down the hall to the kitchen.
It’s late, nearly three in the morning.
And I’m exhausted.
We’d lost tonight and it wasn’t an easy one—we were up by two with under eight minutes left in the third period.
And we gave up three unanswered goals.
Cool. Cool.
Sighing, I make a quick walkthrough of the house.
But—no surprise since Finn is Finn—the house is secure and there’s a plate of cookies for me on the island.
Snickerdoodles this time.
Sorry about the game. Waiting for you in bed.
-F
P.S. There’s a cocktail for you in the fridge if you’re feeling really grumpy.
I lean back against the island, my mouth curved up into a huge smile.
Fuck, but I love this woman.
Maybe that should be scary.
Instead…it just feels like fate.
I snag a cookie, fold and pocket the note.
Then make my way upstairs.
Poking my head into Chloe’s room, I see she’s out, her arms and legs akimbo, her blanket barely holding on.
I huff out a laugh as I tuck her back in then scratch the sleepy heads of Olive and Pear who settle on top of the comforter the moment I finish. Then I’m dodging the stuffed toys on the floor as I slip from the room and close the door, leaving an inch for the kittens to get out as need be.
There’s a light on in my bedroom, forming a softly illuminated triangle on the carpet.
I push through, expecting to see Finn curled up on my side of the bed, her breathing slow and even.
Instead…
Holy fuck.
She’s sitting up, eyes on me, and she’s wearing—
“Stitch,” I rasp.
Maybe it’s less what she’s wearing and more how fucking incredible she looks in the sheer scraps of lace that are masquerading as clothes.
“Hey,” she says, standing and coming over to me.
“I—”
But I can’t get any other words out.
Watching her walk to me, her breasts lovingly cupped in lace, that pussy of hers I crave like nothing else exposed more than it’s hidden by her see-through underwear, steals them from my tongue.
She’s—
“Beautiful.”
Her face warms, but she doesn’t reply. And she doesn’t stop. Not until her body is flush against mine, until her hands are on my shoulders and she’s lifting on tiptoe and—
She’s kissing me.
I’ve only been gone a few days, but fuck, I’ve missed her.
So the moment her lips hit mine, the moment she’s slipping her tongue in to tangle with mine, my control disappears.
Groaning, I scoop her up, barely having the forethought to close and lock the door behind us.
Then I’m carrying her across the room, dropping her onto the bed, and I’m kissing her.
No. I’m devouring her.
Feeling all that silky skin under my palms, molding her curves with my hands. Kissing her until she pushes at my chest, pants, “I was planning on attacking you.”
“No.”
I suck her nipple through her bra, her cry of pleasure wrapping itself around my cock.
“But you said I could tackle you any time I want,” she says breathlessly, her hands tight in my hair.
“Yeah.” I nip at her flesh. “But I didn’t say what I’d do in response.”
She gasps, lips parting as I suck deeper, harder.
“Mine,” I growl, reaching behind her and undoing the clasp of her bra. “Mine to touch. Mine to pleasure. Mine to—”
“Fuck,” she says, skating her hand down my front.
I still, my cock threatening to explode.
Then smile.
“Yeah.” I rub my jaw against the side of her breast. “Mine.”
Her mouth opens on another cry, and I take advantage of it, slamming my lips down onto hers, kissing her as I drag her bra off her arms. Then I’m tasting her throat, feasting on her breasts, teasing her nipples until she’s flushed and moaning beneath me, her skin glistening with sweat.
“Rhodes,” she whispers, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. “Please.”
“Let me make you feel good, baby.”
A jerky nod, her eyes half-mast as I tear myself away from her breasts and make my way down to that glorious cunt.
Slick and hot and dripping.
I drag my tongue through her labia, suck at her clit, slip a finger into the tight sheath of her…
We both groan when she clamps down on me and—fuck—but I need to feel that on my cock, need to feel it holding me tight as I thrust into her.
But…
I’m not rushing this.
Not now.
Not ever.
So, I clutch at my control, yank hard at the reins, and slow way down. I torture us both by leisurely driving her up to the peak. Then coaxing her back down before she can topple over.
Then up again.
Then down—
She bucks and I’m suddenly on my back, a gorgeous naked woman on top of me.
Her mouth fuses to mine, her hands working at the buttons of my shirt, parting the material in a rush. Then she’s sliding down my body, grazing my nipples with her teeth, stroking her fingers along my abdomen, nipping lightly at my hip.
“Stitch—”
I break off on a curse when she dives her hand into my pants, wraps her fingers around my cock, and strokes.
“Fuck,” I growl, reaching for her.
But she’s already using her other hand to undo the button on my slacks, to tug down the zipper, shove the material out of her way, and—
We both groan when my cock springs free.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” she whispers. “Dreaming of it. Wanting it.”
No truer words have ever been spoken.
Before I can tell her that, she’s bending, taking my cock in her mouth—deep in her mouth.
I curse as pleasure rockets through me, my hands dropping to her head, the strands of her hair tangling around my fingers as she—
“Fuck,” I groan as she does something positively sinful with her tongue.
“Mmm.” The sound vibrates through my cock and I know—know—I’m going to lose control in about three more seconds.
So, I stay for two of them.
Enjoy the fuck out of them.
Then I pull her off me, the pop of the suction breaking almost enough to send me over the edge.
I toss her onto the pillows, reach into the nightstand for a condom—thank fuck I picked up a box of them a couple of weeks back.
I tear the packet open, roll it down the length of my dick, move back over the top of her.
The sight of that wet, pink pussy almost undoes me.
But I still pause, wait for her eyes to come to mine.
“Now, Rhodes,” she whispers.
My heart thuds hard against my ribs. Then I’m pressing forward—the slick heat of her surrounding me, holding me so damned tight.
I bottom out and pause, just breathing.
Just feeling how fucking good it is.
Her legs wrap around my hips, her hands grip my shoulders.
“Now,” she says again.
I pull back, stroke forward, testing angles, finding what makes her thighs tighten, her fingernails prick my skin, her head fall back, my name tumbling from her lips.
So I do it again.
And then again.
And I don’t fucking stop, don’t fucking falter as she meets me stroke for stroke, her moans are coming faster, my name in the air, her pussy starting to spasm around me, her—
“Rhodes!”
“Thank fuck,” I grunt as she squeezes me tight.
Because my orgasm is on me, bursting forward and making my thrusts go hard and wild.
Finn’s right there with me, holding me tight as it goes on and on and on.
And then we’re both collapsing to the mattress, and I’m barely able roll us to the side so I don’t crush her.
“Holy hell,” she whispers a long, long time later. “What was that?”
I chuckle, smooth back her hair from her sweaty face “That, Stitch, was some serious chemistry.”
“You’re not wrong.” She melts against me, eyes filling with mischief. “So, when can we do it again?”
I grin. “When I find the strength to move again.”
“Mmm.” She presses her lips to my throat. “So soon then.”
I chuckle. “Greedy.”
“Maybe.” She cuddles closer. “Or maybe I just like attacking you.”
“Offer’s always on the table.”
She laughs then falls quiet, breathing slowing, body going lax against mine. Eventually, I force myself to slip out of bed so I can deal with the condom.
“You okay?” she asks softly when I crawl back in beside her.
“Yeah.”
“You sure?”
“Very sure.” A beat. “What about you, sweetheart?”
“I’m great.” She yawns. “Maybe the best ever.”
I draw her closer, let my eyes slide closed.
But as I drift off to sleep, the only thing I’m thinking is that she’s right.
Definitely the best ever.