Chapter 15 Gianna
FIFTEEN
GIANNA
Whether he heard her calling his name to slow down during the ride or not, Gianna wasn’t sure. What she did know was that they were in the middle of the woods. Alone. At night.
Finn drove for a little bit longer until he pulled up to what looked like a dock that extended several feet into the nearly invisible lake. She wouldn’t have even known there was a lake if it wasn’t for the moon that lit up enough of the sky to allow for the reflection to be seen.
It was creepy, no doubt, but there was also something serene about it.
A perfect place to die, it seemed.
He cut off the bike, and the moment he did, Gianna leapt off. She took off the helmet, holding it in front of her like some sort of weapon.
“Why did you bring me here?” she asked, her voice strong despite how scared she was.
He stared at her for a moment, not making a single sound. She couldn’t even see his face to see what he was thinking. He was like a shell of a person, devoid of everything for that one moment.
Until he let out a loud laugh that had him throwing his head back.
She frowned, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.
What the hell was so funny?
“Do you really think that helmet could do something to me?” he asked, getting off the bike.
“Come here so we can find out,” she told him. “Now, answer my question. Why did you bring me here?”
He shook his head, taking off his helmet and setting it on the seat. “Why do you think I brought you here?”
“I don’t know. To kill me?”
“Wow. If you had that much intuition while you were walking alone on campus, you probably wouldn’t have gotten kidnapped.”
Gianna threw the helmet at him, but he caught it with ease. “That’s not funny.”
“Neither is the wild shit you come up with in that pretty little head of yours.” He put the other helmet on the seat as well, crossing his arms as he looked at her. “If you’re finished with your little freakout, I’d like to have a chance to talk.”
Her shoulders fell. “Talk? About what?”
Finn didn’t say anything. He just started walking towards the dock, forcing her to follow him.
The old wood creaked and groaned under them as they walked, and there were missing parts that showed the dark water underneath, but he seemed to know exactly where to step. It was like he had been there before.
He got to the very end of the dock, taking a seat at the edge and letting his legs dangle. Gianna looked at him suspiciously, wondering if he would push her in and hold her down if she took a seat too.
“You’re safe to sit,” he finally said, letting her mind rest.
She did, keeping a good amount of distance between them.
It was so silent. Usually the silence scared her, left her feeling completely alone and sent her mind whirling.
But for some reason, sitting here in this silence, she felt relaxed.
Other than the occasional owl and Finn’s breathing, there was nothing else out there.
“Finn, why are we here? It’s late, I’m hungry, and to be honest, I’m really not in the mood for whatever game you’re trying to play.”
She turned to look at him, but his dark brown eyes were already staring at her.
His gaze was too intense; it made her want to look away, but she forced herself to stare back.
In situations with guys, she was the one who held the upper hand, who played them like puppets and had them falling on their knees for her.
Not him. He played her and she hated it.
But it wasn’t in the same way Raphael—the dumbass—had broken her heart out of his own selfishness and desire for being an asshole. Finn played the game with her. He matched her moves before she even realized it.
“I wanted to know if you were still going on that date tomorrow.”
Immediately the same walls she had up earlier were back.
“Why?”
“Just asking. Now that we’re friends and all.”
“We’re not friends.”
“Since when?”
“Since always.”
“Well, didn’t seem that way when you had your tongue down my throat—”
“That was all you!” she screeched, pointing her finger at him. “You kissed me.”
Finn leaned in closer, his smirk growing.
“You kissed me back, though of course it was apparently the worst kiss you have ever had in your life. I would say by the little moans that escaped your mouth and how tightly you held onto me that you enjoyed it more than you’re letting on.
Hell, I would even bet that you went to bed with a soaking wet pussy, princess. ”
Gianna’s mouth dropped open. The filthy words leaving his mouth shouldn’t have sounded so fucking delicious, but they did. And all it did was remind her of how good that kiss was—how often she had thought about it since then.
“You’re disgusting,” she said, trying to make the words sound aggressive. Instead, they came out of her mouth sounding more breathless than she had intended.
“Tell me, did you slip your hand into those tiny little shorts and play with yourself before you went to bed, or did you leave yourself frustrated?” Finn asked.
The words sounded like honey leaving his mouth, but they were wrong. All of it was so fucking wrong. He was her best friend’s brother. She had known him forever; she had never even thought about him in that way.
And she still didn’t.
No, she didn’t.
“Shut up,” she growled, pushing him away.
He grabbed her hands, pulling her body closer to his. His warmth surrounded every single inch of her skin, and she hated how much she liked it.
She needed to hate it; she needed to snap out of it. For God’s sake, she needed to get a grip.
“Did you think it was me doing it for you? What did you imagine? My tongue or my fingers?” His eyes were dark, matching the thickness of his voice.
“Is that why you’re going on that date tomorrow?
Because you’re hoping that boy will get you off?
Let me tell you, princess, no one will give you the same feeling I did, and I haven’t even touched your pussy yet. ”
His hand drifted from her wrist, stroking up her arm and over her shoulder before it reached the back of her neck. Her lips parted, suddenly so aware of how close he was, how good his touch felt, and how fucking wet she was.
“Too bad you pissed me off with your words the other day,” he said, shrugging. Then, he pulled away from her completely, leaving her feeling cold and empty once again.
Gianna blinked, coming out of her daze. “What the fuck?”
“Let’s go. Don’t want people to start wondering where you went.”
He stood, holding his hand out for her. She ignored it, standing without his help. She swore she could feel steam leaving her ears, her cheeks most likely a bright shade of red.
Once again, he trapped her. He lured her in, and she fell for it completely.
She stomped back to the bike, not willing to look at him. One glimpse at that arrogant face and she was scared she might actually attack him.
How could she have let him get a leg up on her again? She needed to focus. Gianna wasn’t the type that let any man play her and that was what she was forgetting. She was becoming too soft, too easy to play with.
If Finn wanted to play, she would beat him at his own game.