Chapter 25 Finn
FINN
I help Lex right her dress and we leave the bathroom hand in hand.
As I lead her onto the dance floor, I force my mind to stay in the moment, not allowing myself to dissect what just happened and what it might mean.
For now, I just want to enjoy Alexis, and soak in every touch, every kiss, just everything before the clock strikes midnight and it’s time to wake up.
I hold her close to my body, making a little bubble for us, and sending a message to everyone else to keep away.
We dance for long enough that I'm sure I can drive us both home. Watching her slip into the passenger seat has my heart doing somersaults. There’s just something that feels so right with her.
Why the fuck does it have to be this complicated?
She shivers and I reach into the backseat to retrieve my suit coat, draping it around her.
Lex smiles before burying her face in the collar, breathing deeply.
Seeing her in my jacket gets me instantly hard and makes me picture her in my house, in my bed wearing only one of my shirts.
“You can pick the music, Lex.” I hand her my phone with the music app open.
She grins, doing a little wiggle in the seat.
I love the way she gets excited over little things.
It makes me want to shower her with gifts and praise just to see the way she lights up.
She finally picks a song and dances in her seat.
I reach over and grasp her thigh, needing to touch her, not ready for this night to end.
My cock is still hard as hell, and her smooth skin is too tempting.
Slowly, I drag my fingers up and down her leg, letting them graze the inside of her thigh.
She spreads them and shifts so my fingers slip even higher.
“You want something, Lex?” Drawing lazy circles on the inside of her thigh, I look her up and down.
“Finn,” she whines, sending a thrill through me. I could get addicted to hearing my name on her lips, begging for my touch. We come to the last stop light before we head onto the back roads. My eyes lock on hers, and she licks her lips and whimpers as my finger skims her panties. They are damp.
The light changes and I gun it, then reach over and hike her dress up. Lifting her hips, she helps me expose that fucking perfect pussy. Cursing the fact that I'm driving and can’t truly see her, I grab her possessively.
“Who does this pussy belong to tonight, Lex?”
“You.” The answer comes without any hesitation, a husky rasp that drives me mad.
“Take them off,” I command, giving her panties a tug, “and spread your legs for me, baby.” She quickly kicks off her shoes then shimmies out of her lacy thong.
She reclines her seat slightly, spreading her legs as much as she can.
I run my finger up and down through her slick folds, remembering the way I had shoved my cum back inside her earlier.
I groan before dipping a finger inside of her, gathering our releases on it.
Then I pull out and circle her clit lightly.
Lex is already panting, lifting her hips, chasing the pressure and friction.
I keep making smooth circling swipes around her clit, before sliding back through her lips again but not pressing inside.
“Finn, please. I need—” Her words break off as I sink two fingers into her and she grabs her own hair.
“What do you need, Lex? Use your words, baby girl, I want to hear it.” She just breathes and squirms in the seat. I pull my hand from her and her angry grunt draws a dark chuckle from me.
“Words or it stops.”
“Make me fucking cum, Finn!”
Satisfaction fills me. “Put your foot on the door, Lex. Open up for me.” She lifts her right foot into the ridge of the door.
I let my eyes leave the road for just a second, and as we pass a streetlight, I get a quick glance at her sweet pink pussy all wet and ready for me.
I reward her words with two fingers plunging into her wet pussy, pumping into her hard.
The wet sounds are obscene and dirty, driving me fucking out of my mind.
I adjust my palm to grind against her clit.
She’s moaning, her breaths coming in short gasps.
She is close, her walls fluttering around my fingers.
“Yes, Finn, just like that. Fuck, you feel so good.
I'm so fucking...” I press in deep, crooking my fingers to rub on the sensitive spot inside her while bearing down on her clit with my palm.
With nothing to bite or smother her cries, she comes, shouting my name as fluid gushes from her, soaking my hand and the seat.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck. Finn! I’m so sorry. That has never happened. Fuck, your car!”
Unwilling to listen to her apologize for what just happened, I swerve onto the shoulder, probably faster than it is safe, but desperate to make her understand. As soon as the car stops, I throw it into park and reach for her. Taking her chin in my fingers and bringing her to face me.
“Never, and I mean never fucking apologize for taking your pleasure, baby. That was the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen.” She smiles, melting at my words.
Her face is flushed and her eyes are shining.
She is gorgeous beyond words. Unable to resist, I capture her lips for a bruising kiss.
We come apart, and without taking my eyes from hers, I dip my fingers between her legs, running them through her center, coating them in her release.
Bringing them to my mouth, I suck them clean as she watches me.
This girl, no, this woman, is dangerous.
She bewitches me, daring me to lose control, to lose myself in her again.
I don’t, I can’t. Instead, I watch her, drinking in the way her swollen lips, puffy from our kiss, part, and her breath stutters.
My eyes track the slow spreading of the flush from her cheeks, down to her chest. I did that.
It’s a heady feeling; the satisfaction hits me hard.
Still riding that high, I right her dress again, and pull back onto the road.
The drive goes by too quickly. As we pull into the parking lot of her place, I realize I am nowhere near ready to say goodbye, knowing once that happens this night is really and truly over.
She looks at me hesitantly. The invitation to come in written across her face.
“Let me walk you to your door, Lex. Wait there.” I hop out, adjusting my cock in my pants as I round the car to her side, opening the door and grabbing her hand to help her out.
I had intended to just walk her to the door, but I end up pressing her to the car and kissing her.
When we’re both breathless, I whisper, “Come on.” And lead her to the door.
The whole way there I’m telling myself that I have to end this now. I have to walk away before things go further, before I risk hurting my daughter more than I already have. The internal battle keeps me quiet the entire walk to her door.
Keys in hand, she turns from the door and looks up at me through her lashes. “Want to come in?”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to throw caution to the wind and go inside. I’m not ready for this night to end. Fuck, I’m not sure how I will ever be ready to walk away from her after what we just shared. Looking past her to the door, I seriously consider saying yes.
Then I think about my daughter, the fact that if she were in town she could easily walk in on us, hell, she’d only need to look out the window and would have seen us kissing in the parking lot.
It’s a sobering thought. Dropping my chin to my chest, I blow out a breath before responding, “More than anything Lex, but I can’t. ”
Her chin tips up in challenge, something I don’t like flashing in her eyes. “Can’t or won't, Finn?”
“I…I just…I need time to think.” It sounds lame even to my ears, a pathetic copout. When her face falls, I know she agrees. She only lets me see the pain for a split second, before she schools her features and meets my eyes.
“Yep, got it. Wouldn’t want you to do something else you might regret.
Thanks for a fun night, see you around, Finn.
” She turns to the door, dismissing me. I know I should let her walk inside.
End this before someone gets hurt, before my daughter gets hurt.
But I can’t. The thought of letting her go inside to that empty apartment thinking I don’t want to be with her twists my stomach in knots.
“Lex.” She pauses but keeps her back to me. “Lex, look at me. Please.” When she meets my eyes, hers are glossy. It’s a dagger to my heart. “I do not regret tonight, not one second of it. But this isn’t something we can rush into. It’s messy, and I—” I can’t seem to form a coherent sentence.
Alexis nods but I see the tiny quiver of her chin.
It’s like a bucket of ice has been dumped on the inferno that we have been stoking all night.
Leaning in, I touch my forehead to hers, craving the connection, feeling empty and cold without it.
“Tonight was beyond anything I could’ve dreamed of.
Fuck, it beat any fantasy I’ve allowed myself to have of being with you.
A part of me still wonders if it’s just another dream, and I’ll wake up to realize it never really happened.
Even worse, waking up and knowing it can’t ever happen again. ”
I’m not sure who moves first, but our mouths find each other.
For once, it isn’t heavy or frenzied. It’s soft and exploring.
I thread my fingers into her hair and hold her to me.
We pour all the what-could-have-been feelings into this kiss that I never want to end.
Because I know once it does, I have to wake up from this dream and put it behind me.
For Alexis, for my daughter, and for me.
Alexis is the one to end the kiss, taking a tiny step back. A slight smile on her face, and a playful glint in her eyes. She unlocks the door and steps inside, doing what I wasn’t strong enough to do.
“Good night, Finn.” She slips out of my jacket and hands it back to me. “Don’t forget this.”
I take a step backward, then another. Putting some distance between us so I’m not tempted to reach out and grab her again. “Good night, Alexis.”
She gently closes the door and I stare at it until I hear the lock click into place. Turning away, I shove my hands into my pockets and slowly make my way back to my car. My heart heavy.
As I'm climbing into my car, my phone bings.
Alexis:
I left you a little present in your coat pocket. Thanks for an unforgettable night, Finn.
Frantically, I reach into the pockets and pull out her black lace thong.
My eyes dart to the glass doors of her balcony.
There she is, her silhouette framed in the doorway watching me.
I bring her panties to my nose and inhale deeply.
She turns her back to the window and lets her dress slip from her body to pool at her feet as she walks out of view.
“I deserve a fucking medal or something right now,” I grumble to myself as I pull out of the parking lot, telling myself that one night has to be enough.
What a fucking joke.
That thought lasts all of two days before I find myself grabbing my keys as I head to the door.
Me:
Hey beautiful. I need to see you. You free?
Alexis:
Maybe?
Me:
What if I bring ice cream?
She replies with a picture of her lying on her bed with just a sheet covering her breasts and pussy.
Me:
I'll be there in 20 minutes.
Alexis:
LOL it takes at least forty minutes to drive here.
Me:
Not with how I’ll be driving.
Alexis:
Hmmm, I guess I could find something to keep myself busy for that long…
Another image is loading, no, it’s a video.
I click impatiently, trying to get it to load faster.
Finally, it plays and she stares right into the camera as she slides a hand under the sheet.
The sheet moves as she spreads her thighs.
The thin fabric is barely covering her now as it slips lower and lower.
“Fuuuuck.” The video cuts off just before her breasts are exposed. Fucking siren, she’s going to kill me. I run out the front door and nearly collide with someone coming through the gate.
“Dad,” Marcee calls before tears break free and she drops the bag she’s carrying. My world stops and panic grips my heart. She knows.
“Marcee, sweetie?”
“He broke up with me!” I wrap her in my arms, holding her as she sobs, before leading her into the house and to the couch. I pull up my messages and shoot off a quick text.
Me:
Sorry Lex, Marcee came home early and I can’t come.
A weight settles in my chest, looks like the universe is giving me a message, and saving me from making a huge mistake.