Chapter 30
Accounts Payable
Finn
I’m wound up. I need to fight someone for making Sara almost cry. Tom is the obvious target. He’s always up for some sparring.
What kind of fucked-up thing was he cooking up? Setting up Sara’s archnemesis with Wyatt, the fucking love of her life? Not literally, but it’s been obvious Sara has feelings beyond friendship for Wyatt. We all knew it.
Maybe this was Tom’s way of cutting her off from Wyatt. Using Verity as a cleansing tool. Fucking Tom.
“We should eat.” Sara straightens and her society face falls into place. The one she wears when she’s out with her mother or at a benefit. It makes me want to fuck her until that face disappears.
But right now, she needs her armor so I’ll let her keep it. Dante sets her on her feet and we all walk back over to the dining table. My knee bounces from the excess energy. Dante talks a little about work but I can’t listen. I eat a few more bites but I can’t sit here.
When I stand, my chair scrapes the floor. They all look at me expectantly.
“I’ll be back.” I storm into my bedroom and switch my clothes for a t-shirt, athletic shorts, and running shoes. When I walk back out, I feel Sara’s eyes following me, but I need to burn off this energy.
And I’m not using her to do it. Fuck or fight. Or in this case, work out until I’m exhausted.
Peabody barks when I get to the door. My head hangs. The little dude just needs to take a leak. He comes trotting over. Fuck.
“I’ve got him.” Dante stands. Our eyes meet and I see the understanding in his. “Go.”
Sara glances at Dante and then at me. Her soft green eyes are still a little broken. She can’t hide it from me anymore. Not that she ever could.
Yeah, I need to go. I leave the apartment. The elevator takes too long. I hit the stairs. The exercise room is on the second floor, so I jog down to that level. It’s an effective warm-up.
When I step into the gym, a few gazes turn my way. One woman, who I’d been flirting with, smiles at me. I give her a quick nod before hitting the treadmill. I have my headphones in to keep everyone else out.
Tom pisses me off when he pulls this shit. We all get it. He doesn’t think we’re good enough for Sara. He doesn’t want us creeping on his little sister. Fuck him. She’s not little anymore and she’s ours.
Sweat drips down my body as I run faster and faster, pushing myself harder. Needing to feel the burn in my muscles.
All I can think about is how small Sara looked when Wyatt told her his date was Verity. Maybe Tom really did have a mission and wanted to talk to the girl. But why Wyatt? Did he mean to dig the knife into his sister’s heart that way?
I’m focused on keeping pace and almost blind to my reflection in the mirror until I see a hint of red. I take the treadmill down in speed until it’s safe to look. Sara sits on a work-out bench with a towel in her hand.
She put on a black sports bra and some shorts, showing off her tight body. She drinks from her water bottle while she watches me. Her hair is wet around the roots and her skin glistens with sweat.
How long has she been in here? Fuck, how long have I been in here?
I slow to a walk and then step off. Grabbing my towel and water, I hit stop on my music and sit next to her on the bench.
“Want to talk about it?” she asks.
“Not particularly.” Most of the anger is drained away, but there’s this part of me that still needs to do something, anything, to fix Sara’s problem. “You?”
She shakes her head and pats her face with her towel.
“How long have you been down here?” I glance at my phone and see it’s later than I thought.
“I couldn’t stay up there with Wyatt alone. Not right now.” She shrugs. “Seemed like a good idea to burn off some energy.”
I smirk and tap my water bottle against hers. “We could have found better ways to burn off energy, flower.”
She chuckles. It’s not quite that bright, happy laugh of Sara’s that I need in my life, but she’s still hurt. We didn’t know we’d be reopening a wound. It may not have healed given the last few years of Sara’s life.
“You good?” she asks. She puts her towel down and looks me over.
“Better.” My gaze catches on her. I’ve never been able to be in a room and not look at her.
Her hair falls around her face out of the high ponytail she put it in. I brush it back and her green eyes meet mine. That betrayed look is gone now but there’s still pain. But there’s also heat.
The gym still has a few people in it, including that woman who flirts with me. She smiles when she sees me noticing her, but I turn my back on her to offer a hand to Sara.
“Come on.”
When she takes my hand, we walk out of the gym and to the elevator. I must reek. Sara still smells like Sara though. Citrusy and sweet. When the elevator closes and no one else gets on, I close in on her.
“You smell delicious, flower.”
“I smell like sweat.” She puts her hand on my wet shirt as if she could hold me back. Her gaze lowers to her hand. “You’re drenched.”
I pull off the shirt with one hand and drop it before pressing my body against hers. The burn of her bare stomach against my skin lights me up. I lean in close to her neck. Her gasp makes my hard cock twitch as I inhale her sweet, complicated scent.
“Does working out turn you on, flower?” I slide my hand into her shorts and panties to cup her wet pussy.
“That’s mostly sweat.” Her voice is breathy and she gasps into my ear when I slide my finger inside her.
“That’s your arousal, flower. Thick and sweet.” I pump my finger in and out of her tight pussy. She grabs hold of my sides as her hips rock. “I’m dying to taste you like this.”
“I need a shower,” she protests.
“No, you don’t.” I swipe my tongue up the side of her salty neck.
Her moan fills the elevator as her pussy squeezes around my fingers.
The elevator dings and I drag my fingers out of her, leaning down to grab my shirt. Her eyes are dark as she follows me out into the hallway. I open the door and tug her inside against me. When the door shuts, I push her back against it and drag her shorts and panties off as I kneel before her.
“Finn.” Her pitch is high, but there’s that hint of desire in her voice that makes me want to bend her over and fuck her until she rasps out my name.
I lift her leg over my shoulder and gaze up into her beautiful face. Licking my lips, I smile. “I’m all in, flower.”
When my tongue slides against her clit, tasting her arousal and her sweat combined, I’ve died and gone to heaven. Her hands grab on to my hair, not to pull me away but to hold me close. I chuckle against her pussy before I dig in.
I suck and lick her clit and fuck her pussy with my tongue. Her sounds become my symphony and her body my instrument. I need her to feel how I feel, wound so tight I’m ready to explode. My fingers thrust into her cunt, stretching her, fucking her, making her sing as I suck on her clit.
I draw my fingers out of her pussy and slide them back to her puckered hole, easing them inside using her slick as lube.
“Finn.” She tugs on my hair, but she can rip my hair out until I’m bald as long as I can eat this pussy.
I fuck her ass with my fingers, slowly.
“I can’t. Oh, fuck.” Her words are gasps, more notes as I push her higher and higher. When I thrust my tongue inside her, she shatters. I fuck her through her orgasm with my tongue and fingers, keeping her high, until she twitches against the door and tries to get away from my touch.
I thrust my fingers deep into her ass, holding her leg up with my arm as I stand. My other hand drops my shorts and boxers to the floor, freeing my cock. My mouth claims hers before I thrust my cock into her tight pussy.
She cries out into my mouth, but she can’t move away as I fuck in and out of her. Her hands cling to my hair like a lifeline. I swallow every cry, every moan, every noise she makes, needing them all.
I press my forehead to hers. “Open your eyes, flower.”
Her lips are parted and she opens those gorgeous green eyes to meet mine. Desire is thick in the air around us. Every thrust tips us closer to the edge.
“We won’t let her hurt you.” I need her to know that. If it means taking down the queen fucking bee, I’ll do it. No one will hurt Sara again. No one will snuff out her light. Not with us on her side.
“Finn,” she pants. She cries out as she comes, drenching my cock.
“Fuck, flower.” I can’t focus. Growling, I fuck in and out of her clenching pussy. Our slick bodies slide together until I can’t stop the orgasm bearing down on me.
I groan, holding her gaze as my cum fills her.
She gasps as an aftershock tightens around my fingers and my cock.
We both breathe heavily as we stay connected. When I ease my fingers out of her ass, she makes a little noise. I lift her against me and she wraps her legs around my waist. The guys are sitting in the living room, but they didn’t disturb us.
I don’t even pay them any attention as I carry her into my room and into the bathroom. Her arms stay wrapped around my shoulders as I lean in to turn the shower on.
I’m still hard inside her, though I’ve softened a little. I’ve always had a high libido and my recovery time is fairly short.
She runs her hand through my thick, sweat-soaked hair. “Do you always focus that hard when you exercise?”
Her words are soft and quiet in the bathroom, like she doesn’t want to disrupt this peace.
“No.” I search her eyes. “But there are times when I need to do something to get rid of energy.”
“What do you normally do?” She tips her head slightly.
I walk her into the shower, letting the water run over both of us, but still not putting her down. “Fuck or fight.”
“So, is this the fucking part?” She doesn’t seem offended that I would use her that way.
“No.” When I back her against the tile wall of my shower, I press my hips into hers as my cock stiffens. After peeling her wet sports bra off, with her help, I fling it out of the shower. I cup her breast and tease the tight nipple with my thumb.
I know how lucky I am to have this time with her. She was never meant to be mine. Wyatt, yes. Even Dante. They make sense. Drew Young. He seems to have his head on straight when it comes to Sara, but me…
“I needed to clear my head.” Brushing her hair from her face, I pull out before sinking back inside her sweet heat. “I don’t like seeing you in pain, flower.”
“I’m sorry—”
“Fuck that. I don’t need you to apologize. You should feel how you feel. I accept that, but I’m not going to bend you over the couch and fuck you when you look terrified of facing that bitch.”
Sara gives me a little smile. “You could have.”
“No, flower. When I fuck you, I want it to be just about us.” I draw out and slide back in, taking it nice and slow.
“Oh.” Her head rests against the tiles as her eyes search mine.
“I don’t need to use you as a warm body. I respect you. And the others would probably kick my ass if I did.”
She gives me a confused look.
I hold her chin. “I don’t want just another warm body, Sara. I want you. You aren’t a game or a trophy or a notch. You’re mine.”
I don’t know how to let her know this isn’t a flash in the pan for me.
She’s so much more. Her body arches into mine as she climbs closer to the edge again.
I reach between us and stroke her clit gently.
I want to tell her everything, but I know I can’t.
For us, this is temporary, but it shouldn’t have to be.
“Finn.” She clings to me as she cries out her orgasm. Her pussy milks my cock, drawing me into my release. I lean against her, feeling completely drained after working out and then fucking her twice.
Her hand strokes over my shoulders and down my back. I rest against her, taking her comfort and needing her warmth. I meant what I said. If anyone fucks with Sara, I’m willing to take them down. Male, female, it doesn’t matter. If they’re trying to crush Sara’s spirit, I’ll crush them first.
I pull out and lower her to her feet. Drawing her forward, I bring us both under the water before I kiss her. Softly, gently. I’ll ravish her again later, but right now, I just want to take care of her.
When I lift my head, she smiles this contented smile that makes my heart warm. She rests her cheek against my pounding heart as I reach for the soap.
“If you want to talk about it, I’m here.” It’s an offer I’m not sure she’ll ever take me up on.
She draws a little circle around my nipple and releases a breath. I rub my hands together to lather the soap and then smooth it over her porcelain skin. “I don’t want to talk about it. But I appreciate the offer. It just hurts to bring it up and I’m already exhausted emotionally.”
“Anytime you need to talk. I’m here.”
She lifts her head and meets my gaze. Her eyes widen in surprise. “Thank you.”
Needing to lighten the mood, I smirk. “I promise not to wake you up tonight when I fuck you, but I might need to fuck this ass too.”
I grab her ass and draw her close against me.
She sighs and smiles gratefully. “I’m pretty sure I’m going to wake either way.”
“Challenge accepted.”