Chapter 23 Gianna #2
“Ding ding ding,” she said, laughing sarcastically. It sounded strained and forced rather than her usual authentic laugh.
“I’ll kill her for you if you want,” he said out of nowhere. “No one who makes you feel like shit should take another breath.”
Her eyes widened in shock, but she shook her head immediately. “No, that’s okay. Like I said, it’s complicated.”
He shrugged, intertwining his fingers with hers. “If you change your mind, the offer stands.”
She couldn’t do anything but laugh in disbelief.
If that was his way of trying to be sweet and romantic, it certainly was flawed and wrong, but the sentiment was there.
And it showed her that maybe she was just as fucked up because even with the option available, she wouldn’t take it because in the back of her mind she still thought about the ‘what if’ of a better relationship with her mother.
They had been so deep in their conversation, she hadn’t even realized that it was raining now, pounding against the windows and the roof of the car.
“It’s a good thing we didn’t take the bike,” Finn said, just as another crack of thunder cut through.
“You and that damn bike.” She rolled her eyes, trying to hide the smile on her face.
He grinned, poking her side. “Don’t be jealous. You can be my favorite girl; she can come second.”
“Oh God. Tell me, does she have a name too?”
“FiFi.”
She gasped. “That’s terrible.”
“I think it’s cute.”
“What’s that supposed to be a play on? Finn?”
“She’s my daughter.”
Gianna let out a loud laugh, the cackle filling the small space. “Remind me to never let you name anything.”
His eyes lit up. “Oh yeah? Like what? Our kids?”
She shut up immediately. “I didn’t say that.”
Finn shrugged. “I’ll have a baby with you, but I’m more interested in the creating, if I’m being honest.”
Him holding a baby, their baby, popped into her head for a split second. It warmed her heart, for a second. No, a millisecond. So quick that it was almost like it didn’t even happen. She ignored the way her heart beat erratically, blaming it on the weird night and nothing else.
“You’ll be getting neither from me.”
“Such big words.”
“With lots of truth in them.”
He shook his head, still beaming. “Oh, I’m sure.”
Gianna bit her lip. She was having an oddly good time with him, and it only reminded her of the conversation she had with Allister the other night. How he was starting to get suspicious of Finn’s dating status and how it was probably best that they cut it off.
“I talked to Allister the other night,” she said.
“Great way to change the conversation.”
She ignored him. “He said that you guys brought up dating?”
“It was brief.”
Gianna exhaled. “He said that you said it was complicated and that you didn’t interact with anyone else all night. He’s convinced that you’re seeing someone.”
“I am.” He was confused. She could tell by his furrowed eyebrows.
“And when they start asking you questions or when they start getting really curious, then what?”
“You want me to lie to them? Is that it?” Finn asked. “Do you want me to be seen with someone else in public? Do you want me to fuck someone else in front of them to make sure no trails lead to you?”
White hot jealousy traveled through her body. She was surprised by how visceral the reaction to just his words were, let alone if he actually did it. God, she might lose it.
He shook his head. “That’s what you’re alluding to, right? That you want me to have someone in public and what, you in private?”
She couldn’t take it. She hopped over the center console, holding his face in her hands.
“Shut the fuck up,” she hissed.
“Would that make you happy? For me to parade someone else around at my fights? To let someone else on my bike? To have someone else spend the night in my bed? To listen to me fuck someone else all night? Or maybe to bring someone else here, to my special spot where I’ve never taken anyone else?
” The words sounded like venom leaving his mouth and it only fed the fire that was inside of her.
Gianna couldn’t believe her increasing frustration. It was just pulling her further and further into his inferno.
Finn leaned in closer, pulling her hands down from his face, and instead letting her wrap them around his neck.
“Do you want me to call someone else a brat?” he asked, his voice a careless whisper. “What if I called them my princess instead?”
That broke Gianna.
She pushed her lips onto his, pouring all of her frustration and bitterness into the kiss. She didn’t know where he got the audacity, but she couldn’t fathom it. Any of it. The thought of hearing him call anyone else princess—a growl escaped her throat.
His lips were violent, kissing her with the same ferocity that she had. One hand wrapped up in her hair, the other hand on her hip, pulling her closer into him. The console dug into her stomach, forcing her to pull back for a moment.
He pushed the seat back, giving more space between the steering wheel and his body before he lifted her over so she could straddle his lap.
She ground against his hips hard, pressing against his hard cock every single time. Finn connected their lips again, slipping his tongue in.
His hands worked in a frenzy, pushing the leather jacket off her shoulders and throwing it somewhere in the car before he lifted the hoodie off her.
She did the same, pulling his jacket off and then the T-shirt he wore, leaving his chiseled body on display for her.
She ran her nails down his chest, beaming at the groan that escaped his lips and the goosebumps that rose on his skin.
Heavy breaths escaped her lips, but her body felt alive. Even more, she was wet beyond belief. She found herself craving him far too often and too intensely than she should.
Finn’s lips found her neck, biting the skin harshly and then soothing it with his tongue, repeating the action over and over again.
Her hands found the buckle of his jeans, undoing the button.
He lifted his hips slightly, pressing against her aching pussy on accident, but allowing him to lower them enough to free his cock from its restrain.
She wrapped her hand around him, swiping her thumb over the bead of cum at the head of his dick before jerking him off. Finn was vocal, and fuck did she love it. Every moan and groan that escaped his lips only added to her own pleasure, highlighting just how good she was making him feel.
“Fucking perfect,” he said, pulling her back in for a kiss.
Heat swirled in her core. She needed more friction, touches, something, anything. She slipped her hand inside her sweatpants, still keeping the other one wrapped around him. With no issue she found her clit, swirling her fingers around the nerves, moaning against his lips.
He pulled back, looking between them before looking back up at her. Finn’s eyes were almost completely black, his pupils huge. “Don’t be a brat, let me have a taste.”
She looked at him in confusion until he grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand out. He dipped her fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue over them, keeping his eyes on her the entire time.
Oh God.
“I need you inside me,” she said breathlessly.
He lifted her again, helping her slide her underwear and sweatpants off. She was completely bare, the rain still pounded against the windows, and here she was fucking Finn in a car in the middle of nowhere.
He guided his cock inside of her, letting her sink down on him. He felt better than he did the first time. Hell, he would probably feel better every time they fucked. She sat all the way down, letting the gasp leave her lips.
She felt full. Completely and utterly full. And not alone.
She ground her hips, rotating them, riding him, and chasing her pleasure while she held onto his shoulders. It all felt so fucking good.
His eyes were on her, a smirk on his face. “What?” she asked him, barely keeping her eyes open.
“I love to see you claiming my cock as yours,” he said.
“And if I said it was mine, then what?”
“I would say take it.” He grabbed her breast in his hand. “I would say use me however you want.”
She let out a moan, her pussy pulsing at his words. “And if I said that if I ever see you with anyone else, or if you call anyone else a brat—or worse, princess—that I’ll kill you, then what?”
He wrapped his hands around her body, pulling her into him so they were flush to each other. He smiled like a Cheshire cat, leading her to believe that he had gotten exactly what he wanted.
“Then I would say you’re just as fucking obsessed with me as I am with you,” Finn said, leaning in close. “And it’s about fucking time because you’re mine, princess.”
And then he lifted his hips, thrusting into her like a madman. She opened her mouth, but not a single sound came out. She was overstimulated from pleasure, from his words, from his touch, from him.
“Don’t come yet,” he told her. “Wait for me.”
“Please,” she begged.
“Wait for me, princess.”
And as if her body was now attuned to only him, she waited to come. She waited, teetering on the edge of her pleasure until she could fall over the edge.
Finn’s hand wrapped in her hair, holding her forehead to his. It was intimate, more than just fucking. That was exactly what this had become. More than just sex. He knew it. She knew it.
“Come with me, princess.” The groan left his lips, and at his command, she came, her body crashing completely.
He held her against him and all she could do was relish in the warmth, in his arms. Finn pressed kisses against her head, running a hand up and down her back. “My princess,” he muttered against her hair.
She didn’t fight it. Gianna closed her eyes, imagining a world where she could have it all.