Chapter 9
CAMERON
Islept better than I had in weeks and unsurprisingly I dreamed about Finn. More specifically, I dreamed about his hot body and what I’d like to do to it.
When I finally woke up, it took me a minute to register that I had a pair of strong arms wrapped around me.
We must have switched positions in the night, because now I had a warm body pressed against my back and an erection that wouldn’t quit.
Although that last one probably had something to do with the hand that was loosely cupped around my dick, squeezing gently.
Finn nuzzled in and pressed his lips just below my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. He rolled his hips forward, his movements fluid and lazy even though his own dick was hard as he thrust against my ass. I won’t lie, it felt amazing.
I wondered briefly if he was awake, but then his hand started moving again with more intent, so I guessed he was testing the waters.
The sensible thing to do would have been to tell him we weren’t doing this, or maybe put my hand on his to stop him touching my dick, but honestly? He was getting me all riled up, and for once I didn’t want to be sensible—and I sure as hell didn’t want him to stop.
It had been a long time since I’d had someone as cute and sexy as Finn interested in me, and suddenly I couldn’t think of a single reason not to get off with the hot guy in my bed.
Besides, he’d started it, so he must want it, right?
I rocked back against him, grinding on him and clenching my ass around the outline of his dick. Finn’s movements sped up and the hand around my cock tightened, the heat of his fingers soaking through the cotton. It wasn’t enough.
My mouth going dry at the boldness of what I was about to do, I took his hand and guided it inside the waistband of my underwear.
Finn’s breath caught and he froze for a second, but then he hummed and wrapped his hand around my bare dick and stroked. I let out a low moan as my cock throbbed, and he did it again, his palm dragging against my length.
Something in me relaxed in the knowledge that not only was Finn awake, but judging by the way he was grinding against my ass, he was as into this as I was. “Yeah?” he whispered, voice low in my ear.
“Uh-huh,” I said, then gasped as his thumb skated over the head of my dick, spreading the precum there.
Finn leaned forward and kissed that spot under my ear again, sending another shiver down my spine. He set up a slow rhythm and I rocked back and then forward, a messy push-pull between his hand and his dick, desperate for more of his touch.
“Wait,” Finn said, breathless, and then I found myself being rolled so we were facing each other.
I caught the pale flash of a smile in the faint morning light before Finn dragged my old tee over my head and worked my underwear down over my hips and pulled them off.
Then he did the same with his own clothes, leaving us both naked.
I reached out instinctively and cupped his ass, the muscles tensing and relaxing under my palms, and a thrill ran through me when my bare chest brushed against his firm pecs.
I gave in to the urge to bury my face in the curve of his neck and inhale the scent of him, and Finn’s breathing quickened.
He snaked a hand between us, and when he wrapped a palm around our dicks and started stroking, my brain shut down completely.
My entire world narrowed down to the rasp of his hand on my dick and the slickness of our leaking cocks dragging against each other. Heat crackled under my skin as Finn jerked us off, fast and messy, and the way he was pressing gentle kisses along my neck had me moaning into his skin.
Finn panted softly against my skin as his cock throbbed alongside mine, and my hips stuttered forward into his grip.
I was desperate to come, and I let out a soft whine.
Finn tightened his grip, his fist flying, and when he flicked a thumb over the head of my dick, that was it.
I was gone. My back arched, my toes curled, and I came so hard I saw stars. It felt like I was flying.
My cock was still pulsing when Finn’s movements sped up, his other hand tightened on my hip, and seconds later his cum splashed against my skin.
I reached between us and wrapped my hand over top of his, pumping both our dicks as I chased the last of my pleasure, and Finn whimpered as his dick spurted out more cum and added to the mess.
It was even hotter than I’d dreamed it would be.
We both collapsed back against the mattress and I floated in a haze of post-sex contentment.
Finn cleaned us up using a corner of the sheet, and I let him since I was too fucked out to move.
I gave him a lazy smile as he curled up against my side and started idly tracing patterns on my chest with his fingertips.
“Wow. That was one hell of a wake-up call,” he murmured.
“Mm-hmm.” I ran a hand down the curve of his hip. “I’m not mad about it.”
The hand on my chest stilled. “Why would you be mad about it?”
It took my barely awake brain a moment to pick up that there was something off in his tone, and I raised my head and blinked at him in the dim light. “I don’t know? Because I woke up to you starting something? Which was awesome,” I added quickly, “just unexpected.”
Finn’s brow creased. “Um.”
Um? What the fuck did “um” mean?
I propped myself up on one elbow. “What?”
Finn bit his bottom lip. “Cameron, I didn’t start anything. You did.”
I gave him a blank stare.
Finn sighed and pulled himself up into a sitting position. “You really don’t remember, do you?”
Tendrils of unease threaded their way through my gut. “What are you saying?” I whispered.
Finn ducked his head and ran a hand over the back of his neck. “I mean, you were grinding back on me and making these little noises, and it was hot as fuck. Then you grabbed my hand and put it on your junk and started, um, thrusting.”
“I did what?” But it was true. Now he’d said it, the details came flooding back. Dreaming about Finn. Wanting Finn. And in my half-asleep state, deciding to go for it, and damn the consequences.
Shit.
I’d just sleep-humped Finn Kelly.
I swallowed around the sudden lump in my throat. “I—I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “I’m better than this, I swear.” I covered my face with both hands and prayed for the earth to swallow me up.
Finn tugged at one hand and pulled it away from my face. “So you’re saying you didn’t mean to start something?”
I shook my head, my stomach sinking. “Not deliberately. But I guess my body took the wheel.”
“I kinda guessed it wasn’t Jesus, what with all the dick.”
Finn didn’t sound mad, so I stole a glance up at him.
He didn’t look mad either. In fact, with his flushed cheeks, lazy smile, and messy bedhead, he looked like a guy who’d just gotten laid and was pretty happy about the whole thing.
Still, my simmering anxiety demanded that I check.
“You really aren’t angry at me? Only, I feel like I took advantage. ”
“Why would I be mad? Oh no, the cute guy I’ve been crushing on is into me. What a tragedy!” He mimed clutching a set of pearls, still grinning, but then his smile faded and his brow creased. “Unless you didn’t want this?”
“Oh, I wanted it,” I blurted. “I dreamed about you. Which probably explains the sleep-humping.”
Finn’s pleased grin returned, and his eyes danced. “Honestly, I’m flattered that I managed to seduce you while I was asleep.” He let out a soft laugh and the tightness in my gut eased.
He really wasn’t mad. In fact, he seemed super pleased about the surprise wake-up sex, and I couldn’t blame him. It had been spectacular.
Finn was watching me carefully, an odd expression on his face, and I was suddenly aware that we were both still naked. It occurred to me that even though I’d touched Finn’s dick, I hadn’t seen it yet.
The irresponsible part of my brain whispered that if I asked, he’d show it to me, and maybe we could fool around some more, with both of us awake this time.
I shoved the thought aside. No. I’d already used my quota of dumb decisions for the day. I’d do the sensible thing and feed Finn breakfast, then take him back to town where he could do whatever it was he had planned for the day. Then I could work on my gingerbread house.
Strangely, the idea didn’t fill me with as much excitement as it usually did.
Finn nudged me with his elbow, the strange expression still in place. “Hey. Are you really okay? Because if you’re having regrets, we can pretend this never happened.”
I looked up at him in surprise. I’d half expected him to tease me about this, and I was oddly touched by his concern. Not that I’d be forgetting what we’d done any time soon, because come on, but I appreciated the offer. “I’m fine,” I said. “Zero regrets.”
Something like relief flitted over Finn’s features before he flashed me his usual cocky grin. He got out of bed and pulled on his underwear before looking around the room, his brow creased. “Shit. I don’t have anything to wear.”
“I put your clothes in the dryer after I showered last night,” I said, grateful for the change of topic, “since they were mainly just damp. I’ll get them.”
I slid out from under the covers, aware that Finn was watching my naked ass as I found some clean underwear and slipped it on. I hoped he wasn’t disappointed in what he saw and then wondered why I cared. This had been a one-time thing. An accidental hookup, nothing more.
A fantastic hookup, but still. The part of my brain that loved to question everything couldn’t help wondering if he was really okay with it or if he was just being polite.
When I stepped out of the bedroom, I was immediately attacked by Asshole, who wrapped herself around my ankles, meowing loudly.
I fed the cat and delivered Finn’s clothes, and while he dressed I grabbed the rest of my clothes and said, “I’m just gonna—” and ducked into the bathroom to give him some privacy. I washed up and got dressed, then made coffee.
When Finn emerged from the bedroom, I held up a mug. “Coffee?”
“You’re the best.” Finn took the cup I offered him with an easy smile.
I made us toast and scrambled eggs, and I was relieved to find that the silence as we ate was less awkward than I’d feared. Still, I had no doubt Finn would be glad to leave this whole situation behind.
Once he’d eaten, Finn pulled his boots on and, yeah, he was eager to go. I ignored the tiny stab of disappointment when he wrapped his scarf around his neck and donned his gloves and beanie, and I dressed in my own outerwear.
Then I opened the front door—only to close it again.
“What is it?” Finn asked from behind me.
“It snowed,” I said slowly.
“There was snow yesterday,” Finn said.
“Not like this.”
Finn shrugged. “It’s still just snow. Can we get out the shovels?”
“Finn,” I said, because he obviously wasn’t getting it. “There’s a lot. My porch steps are covered in snow. My driveway is gone, even if I could get my car out.”
The smile fell from his face. “Shit. Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
I didn’t bother to answer. Instead I opened the door again and let the picture tell the story.
A blanket of white reached almost to the top of the porch steps, with little snowdrifts spilling over and piling up where the wind had been blowing.
My driveway had vanished under an endless white landscape, and so had the road to town—and the snow was still coming down.
We were snowed in.