Chapter 16 Finn
FINN
I knew I would eventually see Lexie again, but I hadn’t expected to walk out and find her lounging by the pool looking like pure temptation today in that fire-engine red bikini that left very little to the imagination.
My mind is filled with pictures of her in nothing but a red thong.
Shame rolls through me as I remember fisting myself as I thought of her that night, and if I’m honest, several other nights since then.
When she started choking, I was relieved to have something break the tension as I purposely pushed images of her body from my mind.
But then I couldn’t resist looking down and her breast was out.
Her tits are mouthwateringly perfect in person.
My cocked strained against my gym shorts that hid absolutely nothing with their light fabric.
Shit. That cannot happen in front of my daughter.
I can’t imagine how awkward it would be if she saw me sporting a semi over her friend.
Not to mention how embarrassing it would be for me.
I’m fucking forty-two, not some teenager that can’t control his dick.
Needing to get a hold of myself, I made a hasty exit toward the house and straight into a cold shower.
Once the shock of everything wears off, I’m ready to face both girls.
They’re walking in through the large French doors off the patio as I reach the bottom of the stairs.
“What do y’all want to eat?” Taking their orders, I opt for carry out instead of delivery, needing a drive to clear my mind.
Heading out to my car, I stop and savor the sight of it.
After signing the deal with my new partners in Dubai, I bought my dream car.
An Aston Martin Vantage in midnight black.
I appreciate the low-slung silhouette with lines sculpted for speed, commanding attention.
Every line of this car feels deliberate, a balance of refined beauty and raw power. I fucking love it.
Reaching for the handle that is flush with the body, adding to the air of sophistication, as if it chooses who is worthy to drive it.
I open the car, slipping into the rich handstitched leather seats.
Vivian had called it my mid-life crisis car, but she was wrong.
It’s my liberation car, a symbol of moving on and chasing every dream I had put on hold for far too long.
I rev the engine and head down the road, enjoying the breeze as the day cools with the setting sun.
By the time I walk through the front door, I’ve convinced myself that having Alexis in the house this weekend won’t be an issue, and my reaction was the same as any male seeing a young, tight body.
My internal pep talk is shot to shit at the sight of Lexie stretching to get a cup from a high shelf.
She’s wearing little pink plaid boxer shorts that show off her tanned and toned legs and a tiny peek of her right cheek as she stretches.
Her blue shirt is an oversized crop top that hangs off one shoulder.
I spot the lines of a tattoo peeking out from under the hem of the top.
My mind wanders to how far it goes up along her side and breast. I think back to earlier, but all I remember seeing was the nipple piercing, no memory of a tattoo.
Her little grunt of frustration draws me out of my daydream.
I clear my throat and reach over her to grab the wine glass she had been reaching for.
She spins in surprise, losing her balance a little, catching herself on my chest. When she gasps, her chest shifts and her breasts press into me.
We stand there staring into each other's eyes.
She looks like she just got out of the shower, fresh-faced with no makeup on.
She is a natural beauty. Her makeup choices may add to her sexiness, but damn, no makeup Alexis takes my breath away.
The urge to lean down and kiss her nearly overwhelms me.
Her tongue darts out to wet her soft pink lips and I track the movement, feeling myself closing the distance to her mouth, lips slightly parted.
The sound of Marcee coming down the stairs has me stepping back, putting more than enough space for the holy spirit, as the middle school chaperones used to say. Marcee is still toweling off her hair. “Oh, yum, something smells so good, my mouth is watering.”
I chance a glance at Alexis, and she's still staring at me in a way that makes my mouth water. A haze of lust coating her features. This is going to be a long weekend.
After dinner, we make our way into the family room to watch a movie. Alexis has the remote and is flipping through the options. “There are too many choices. Finn, what’s your favorite movie?” Her brown eyes shift to me.
“Varsity Blues, all the way.”
“Nope, no, not watching that movie!” Marcee calls as she comes in with a large bowl of popcorn.
“Why not?” Watching Alexis laugh steals my breath a little. Her face lights up and her eyes shine as she tips her head back, her blonde hair flowing behind her.
“There is no way I'm watching a strip club scene or a girl in a whipped cream bikini with my dad!”
“Good call, Marcee, I forgot about those parts. I second the veto of that movie. What about Top Gun, or Old School, both great?” I concede.
“Top Gun!” both girls shout. As the opening credits roll, Marcee moves to the overstuffed chair, leaving Alexis and I on the couch together. Pulling her legs up onto the couch, Alexis pops a piece of popcorn into her mouth.
“Gods, Iceman is so freaking hot! Charlie definitely picked the wrong man.” She sighs wistfully.
Marcee gasps, glaring at Alexis. “No way, Maverick is way hotter.”
“Well, now I’m regretting my suggestion,” I quip while taking a sip of beer.
Marcee throws a pillow at me while Alexis just gives me a wink.
She shifts her body so she's leaning against the arm of the couch.
Her shorts have ridden up and I'm gifted with the most delicious peek of her ass. It’s so smooth and tight, I want to bite it.
Averting my gaze, I chug the rest of my beer and mumble about getting another before darting out of the room.
When the scene where Goose dies plays, a sniff from the other side of the couch draws my attention.
A tear runs down Alexis’s cheek. It takes every ounce of self-control not to reach over and wipe it away, but that feels too intimate; touching her at all feels risky.
Instead, I sneak a glance at Marcee, seeing she is glued to the screen, I reach over and squeeze Alexis’s foot, running my thumb along the arch.
She gives me a watery smile. I note her eyes are more green than brown when she’s crying, then she rubs her foot against my thigh.
It’s all innocent, but damn, I want to pull her into my lap and hold her.
The movie finishes an we get everything cleaned up when I realize I only have one spare room set up, since I didn’t know Alexis was coming. “Alexis, I hope you don’t mind sharing a room with Marcee tonight. I’m still buying furniture for the house and only have one spare bed.”
“No problem at all. I know I kinda crashed your weekend together.”
“You are more than welcome here anytime, Alexis, and I promise to get a second bedroom set up soon so you can stay as often as you want.”
Making my way upstairs, I reflect on the evening and I know I made the right choice moving closer. This was a pretty perfect night.