Chapter 13 Finn #2
“Hey, Finn?” she asks as I’m stuffing everything I have into one of four machines. Why my brother owns four washers is beyond me. Because he can, I suppose, and he needed something to fill this ridiculous room, which is at least half as big as my entire cabin.
“Yeah?”
“I don’t have a lot of experience with this sort of thing, and I don’t want to embarrass myself by making something out of nothing, but if I’m going to be more in control of my life, then I should try to be confident in all respects, don’t you think?”
I glance over my shoulder at Rosie nervously twisting a shirt in her hands with her chin lifted in some kind of challenge.
She’s nervous and determined, and I know a trap when I see one.
Unfortunately, I’ve got no idea what she’s angling at, so I do the only thing I can do. I give her my honest answer.
“Yeah,” I agree. “I think that’s smart.”
“Good.” She tosses the shirt aside and stands taller. “You’re attracted to me, aren’t you?”
I swear, my heart stops beating and time stands still.
I relive the other morning in my bed, waking up with my cock hard and her ass against my hips.
I think about yesterday, chasing her through the trees and fighting the primal urge to catch her and make her mine.
I imagine what might have happened less than an hour ago if I’d kissed her in the kitchen when I had the chance.
It’s moment after moment of temptation and torture.
I’m about to deflect, brush off the question or change the subject, but the words won’t come.
I think about how she’s been manipulated, gaslit, and lied to by the people who were supposed to protect her, and how that has compromised the belief she has in herself.
I can’t be part of that, not when she’s so brave and so vulnerable and so right.
Fuck it.
“No, Songbird,” I say as I turn around. “I’m not attracted to you.”
I pause, closing my eyes and taking a breath before I step over the line and into the deep end. When I open them, Rosie’s watching me with baby blues filled with so much hurt and hope that I couldn’t stop now if I tried.
“I’m a fucking mess for you.”
Her eyes widen, and the world glitches into slow motion as Rosie heaves in a breath of her own and springs forward.
I catch her as she flies at me, lifting her up so she can wrap her legs around my waist and greeting her hungry mouth with my own.
Her lips are frantic, her tongue desperate and needy.
She tastes like sugar and she smells like sunlight, and my shaky grasp on my self-control snaps.
I kiss her like a man denied water for far too long.
Lips and tongue and teeth collide as the tension between us explodes like fireworks.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you,” I confess between kisses in words that come out choked and rough.
“You deserve better than me, Songbird, but if you want this, I’ll give it to you.
” I delve into her mouth, our tongues lashing as I grab her ass and hold her hard against my dick.
“I’ll give you everything I have to give. ”
Her kiss is as desperate as mine. A moan escapes her throat, and the vibration meets my tongue in a wave of temptation.
I stumble toward the laundry room counter, setting her down so I can use my hands for other things, but the distance it puts between her thighs and my cock is unacceptable, so I pick her up, spin us around, and pin her against a wall.
“Give it to me, Finn,” she pants between short, sharp breaths. “I need this.”
My groan is pained, and as Rosie tips her head back, inviting me to explore her jaw and her collarbone, I drag her shirt down to bare her shoulder and run my tongue and lips down her smooth neck.
“I want to taste you,” I tell her. “I want my tongue to know every sweet inch of you.”
Rosie whimpers between kisses. “Yes. Yes.”
My dick is hard and throbbing, trapped painfully inside my jeans.
I shift a little for some relief, but when Rosie feels the press of my erection against the warm, wet fabric between her legs, she rolls her hips against me, seeking friction on her clit.
I push harder against her, giving her something to ride, and she gasps between thrusts of her pelvis, fingers weaving their way into my hair and growing tighter as the arousal inside her builds.
“I want to touch you,” I murmur against her ear before nipping her earlobe. “Tell me it’s okay to touch you. It’s been hell keeping my hands off you all this time.”
“Touch me, Finn,” she replies breathlessly. “Oh, God. Please. Touch me.”
I tug harder on her shirt, tearing the fabric in my frenzy to free her tits, losing my mind as she rubs herself against me.
She’s wearing a lacy bra underneath her T-shirt, pale blue and pretty, the pattern swirling over her peaked pink nipples.
I can’t reach them with my mouth without moving her off my cock, so I cover one breast with my palm, squeezing and then tugging, brushing and then circling, until I find the technique that makes her writhe.
She likes it rough, short sharp tugs that make her body jolt and her yoga pants damp.
I keep it up, fighting the climax building at the base of my spine.
Rosie’s face is flushed, her hairline is matted with sweat, and her pussy is grinding hard on my lap when she closes her eyes and draws that lush bottom lip between her teeth.
“I want you to come,” I say, low and husky. “Hard. On my dick. On my hand. On my mouth. I want you to come while I watch you touch yourself. I want your orgasm to be the reason I exist.”
“Finn?” Her voice is low and confused, her eyes closed tight, her long throat exposed as she arches her spine away from the wall. Rosie digs her nails into my shoulders and swivels her hips on the hard ridge of my jeans. “I think… I think…”
“You think what, Songbird?” I pinch her nipple again, then soothe it with my palm, sweat edging down my temple as I watch her skin flush and her breath quicken as her body tightens toward release.
“You’re such a good girl grinding your greedy wet pussy on me, and fuck, look at you.
You’re so beautiful. Now tell me what my beautiful Songbird thinks. ”
“I think I’m going to come!”
“Yes, baby,” I say, canting my hips to give her the angle she needs. “Come so fucking hard just for me.”
I slide my hands underneath her ass and lick the moisture from her collarbone as she cries out with a wordless scream of release.
I set my forehead against the wall beside her, breathing through my own arousal until the threat of blowing in my pants eases.
Her body slows, her grinding shifts from frenzied to lazy, and her muscles soften until her thighs release me and the only thing keeping her up are my hands under her ass.
Slowly, she snakes her arms around my neck and lays her cheek on my shoulder, and I push off the wall to carry her to the counter.
“Well,” she says as I set her down. “That was unexpected.”
I rest my hands on her thighs, only letting them go when I brush a damp curl from her forehead. My fingertips sweep across her flushed cheekbone, then attempt to fix the ripped fabric of her T-shirt before giving up. She’s disheveled and flushed and gorgeous.
“Unexpected,” I agree, “but fucking amazing.”
Rosie ducks her head with a shy smile, then peeks up at me through her thick lashes. “I’ve never done that before.”
“What?” My hands have a mind of their own, because one minute I’m tenderly squeezing her thighs, and the next I’m cradling her jaw, then stroking her back. I’d stop, but I don’t want to. “Made out with your bodyguard in his brother’s million-dollar laundry room?”
“No.” The pink in her cheeks burns brighter. “I’ve never… you know.”
I smile at her discomfort, which seems silly after what we just did, but also because I’ve got no idea what she means. Then, at the self-conscious fall of her eyes again and the rising flush in her cheeks, the answer hits me like a smack across the head. My grin melts away.
“You’ve never come before?” I ask.
She shakes her head and avoids my eyes. “No.”
“But… you’ve been in a relationship for six years.”
Her nod is small and embarrassed. “Uh-huh.”
“He never… And you didn’t…?”
“Nope. It was never high on his list of priorities.”
My jaw clenches and I glare at the white wall over the top of Rosie’s head. That selfish asshole. That piece of shit who had the most wonderful woman in his bed and he couldn’t even fuck her worth a damn.
“But you liked it?” I ask her, lifting her chin so she has to look me in the eye.
“Yes,” she admits quickly, and I smirk at the feverish thirst in her bright blue eyes.
“And you’d like to do it again?”
She nods, small and quick, which makes me wonder if she thinks I mean right now. My dick’s hard enough that I wouldn’t need much persuading.
“So do I.” I lean in until our lips are a hairsbreadth apart. “And guess what, Songbird?”
“What?” she replies.
“As long as you’re safe, there is no higher priority for me than your pleasure.
So, for as long as you’re here, and for as long as you want me to, I’m going to make you come…
and come… and come… to make up for all the orgasms you’ve been denied.
” Her body trembles in a full-body shiver that makes me smile. “What do you say to that?”
“Okay,” she whispers, her lips close enough for her breath to tickle.
I cover her mouth with mine and kiss her slowly. It’s nothing like what we just did. This one is slow and deliberate. We both know what we’re doing this time, and we both know that this kiss is real.
I might have made Rosie come, but she’s given me a gift today without knowing it.
She’s made it possible to believe there might be something I can give her after all.
Nothing that will last and nothing worth leaving her life for, but something she might take with her when she goes.
I can teach her what she’s worth and what she should expect to get from the man who loves her.