Chapter 23
Vee
I opened my eyes as Fin stood, struck by the reality of his encouraging presence and the intensity of his stare.
In a world filled with unknowns, I was in the center of the bubble I’d come to crave.
My heartbeat accelerated as his blue gaze scanned over my nude, exposed body.
No longer touching me, with no more than his eyes on me, my breathing hitched and my nipples grew painfully harder.
“Do you know how much I want you?”
His thick, husky tone sent tingles through my nervous system. My tongue darted to my dry lips as I searched for words, and my focus went to his obvious erection, tenting his black pants. “How much?”
Fin undid his leather belt, pulling it loop by loop from his black pants and dropping it to the floor. The buckle clicked, the sound echoing within the tile walls. I swallowed as he unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper. A shiver went through me as he freed his angry, hardened cock.
The skin was pulled taut, veins making their appearance as the tip glistened.
“Very much.”
Fin grasped the length of his erection, his hand moving slowly up and down.
I nibbled my lower lip, watching in fascination.
“You were so damn sexy on the sideline.” His baritone tone lowered. “In those damn cowboy boots. I’ve been thinking about you wearing them and nothing else.” His hand kept moving. “And I came home and found you freshly bathed.”
My chest heaved as I stared at the beautiful vision unfolding before me. In all my thirty-four years, I’d never watched a man pleasure himself. He wasn’t in a hurry, yet I found myself jealous of his hand. I wanted to be the one bringing him fulfillment.
Fin’s deep voice pulled me from my trance.
“I want you more than I want anything, Vee. I need you like I’ve never needed anyone.”
Moving my gaze upward, I met his intense stare. The way Fin was looking at me, like a man starving and I was his meal, twisted my core. “I want you too, Fin. I need you too. Because I want you so badly it hurts.”
He came forward, his lips crashing on mine. My own taste covered his tongue as he reached for my messy bun, entwining his fingers and tugging my head back. My scalp tingled as his kiss sizzled my lips.
Gasping, I moaned as his hands moved and he reached for my hips. There was no hesitation as he pulled me to him. I gasped as he speared me, filling me to completion. His length and girth found little resistance as he stretched me to the place where pain and pleasure intersected.
I called out his name.
My body, primed and ready for his invasion, flew into overdrive.
My sensitive nerves pulled taut as endorphins flooded my circulation.
Grasping the edge of the vanity, my fingers curled, trying to hold on as he pounded, hard and fast. Fin’s expression morphed as he gave into his desires.
A man consumed, his thrusts came with their own rhythm, each one filling me as the pressure within me built.
This was more than lust. This was our mutual need to be lost in one another. While submitting to Fin was a release I needed, I also wanted to show him that these primal, wanton desires were mutual.
I moved forward, my hands going up to his chest and my fingers fisting his soft sweater. Beneath my grasp, Fin’s heart beat in time with mine, fast and furious. My explorations didn’t deter his thrusts, pulling out, pressing in. Our bodies slapped together with each union.
I reached for the hem of his sweater and successfully pulled it over his head.
The t-shirt beneath it was the next to go, lost to the abyss of the floor below.
A mix of fresh soap and sandalwood filled my senses.
My objective was accomplished as I ran my fingers over Fin’s exposed chest. Each indentation and bulge was at my disposal as his muscles tightened and flexed.
My nails carved half-moons into his broad shoulders as I leaned into him.
No longer supported by the vanity, it was Fin’s grasp of my ass that kept me from falling.
The angle was new, creating friction like I’d never known.
Under the lights, perspiration beaded on our skin, and the air filled with words and sounds.
I recognized our voices, yet I couldn’t comprehend the words we uttered.
The noises were primitive, the same as those spoken by lovers through the centuries.
Every nerve within me detonated. My entire body convulsed.
From the tip of my scalp to my curled toes, I was a mass of explosions.
I gasped for breath as I clung tightly to Fin’s shoulders.
Within my core, muscles involuntarily contracted around his throbbing cock.
Stars appeared behind my now-closed eyes.
The sensation hit like a freight train and continued rumbling as my pussy shuddered. The reverberations went on and on, leaving me weak and drained. I was a ragdoll in his embrace.
Fin held me tight, one hand under my ass and the other arm secure around my lower back.
In his grasp, I floated, falling from the highest high as my whimpers and pants for breath subsided.
I opened my eyes to the blue orbs that had the ability to send me soaring and at the same time, keep me safely bound to Earth.
Fin tipped his forehead to mine. “Jesus, Vee. That was…”
“Amazing?” I offered.
“Is there a word that outshines amazing?”
He carried me back to the vanity. We both looked down as Fin pulled out, breaking our union. His glorious cock shimmered in the bright lights, shiny from our connection. Tugging my lips with my teeth, I looked up. “Incredible.”
“Spectacular.”
A smile spread across my lips as I leaned forward and brushed my lips with his. “You played great today.”
Fin scoffed. “Oh, that’s right. Fuck, I’d lost track of the rest of the day. I thought it began and ended here.”
“You did.” I ran my fingers through his gelled dark hair, seeing the highlights of gray. “It scares me more when you’re out on the field. What if it had been you who was hurt?”
He shook his head. “Simpson got hurt because he didn’t set his foot. It’s a rookie mistake, and he shouldn’t have made it. I don’t make rookie mistakes.”
My gaze went to Fin’s eight-pack torso. “How is your rib?”
“The trainers taped my ribs before the game.” He shrugged. “It feels the same.”
I let out a sigh.
Fin brought his palm gently to my cheek. “Distraction Fin’s-in-control can last as long as you want. Or…” He opened his eyes wider. “You can share what’s bothering you.”
“Why do you think anything is bothering me?”
His grin quirked. “I know you.”
“You think you do.”
“I do. First, the alarm wasn’t set. Second, it’s not even six o’clock and you’ve opened a new bottle of wine. Third, you were in the bathtub. That’s something you do when you’re overthinking.”
My laugh bubbled from my chest. “Maybe you do know me.” I tilted my head. “I’ve thought about having a bathtub installed in my office bathroom. I could overthink at work too.”
Fin shook his head. “Nope. Not a good idea.”
“Why?”
He leaned back and scanned me from head to toe.
“Because I don’t like the idea of anyone else finding you freshly bathed.
I’m the only one who gets to see you like this from now until forever.
” He took a step back. His pants and boxer briefs were around his ankles.
Nevertheless, he walked to the shower, his cock bobbing with each step and turned on the spray. “Join me?”
“I just had a bath.”
“And I fucked the bath out of you. I showered in the locker room, but I bet this one will be more enjoyable.”
Scooting, I hopped down from the vanity. “That’s a difficult invitation to pass up.”
Fin kicked off his leather loafers and removed his pants, socks, and black silk boxer briefs, before opening the glass door. Steam filled the shower with a hazy fog as we both stepped in.
The frenzy of earlier was gone. Our shower was a slower, more methodical exercise in rediscovery.
It wasn’t like we hadn’t showered many times since our reunion; however, this one was different.
We each ran soft, soap-filled loofahs over one another, exploring the terrain of one another’s bodies.
Fin gently massaged shampoo and then conditioner into my scalp and through my long locks.
By the time we turned off the water, our fingers were pruney and nerves were settled.
With wet hair and wearing only robes, we made our way out of the bedroom.
“Do you want to watch the game?” Fin asked, walking toward the television.
I went to the kitchen and pulled two clean glasses from the wine rack. “How about we order some food from downstairs?”
He was at my side. “Talk to me, beautiful.”
Swallowing, I fought back tears. “Daphne is contesting Dad’s will, and if Bre’s telling the truth, her baby will take half the team away from me.” My chin fell. “Six weeks and I’m losing everything Dad built.”