30. Emma
30
EMMA
“ S o, how did you get home?” Detective Anderson stands in my lounge, his arms crossed over his chest as he stares me down. His partner, Detective Mosse, sits on my couch with one leg crossed over the other. Neither of them looks particularly interested in my story, and the excitement of finally having proof begins to wane.
“That’s what she’s trying to tell you,” Finn says, irritation bleeding into his tone. “She doesn’t remember. But the footage she’s found proves that someone she doesn’t know took her from the club.”
I called Finn after leaving the bar, reasoning that he would be the only one awake at this hour and I didn’t want to face the police alone. Given how none of them had been that concerned when my car had been broken into, my faith was wavering.
“I understand that,” Detective Mosse says, brushing invisible lint off her knee. “What I don’t understand is why you didn’t report it at the time.”
My lips part and I short-circuit for a few moments. “Well I…I was really nervous and I felt really foolish. At the hospital, they said I was fine, so I did begin to think that maybe I had just stumbled home on my own, but this, this proves that isn’t the case.”
“There’s a hospital report?” Detective Anderson glances back at his partner. “Okay, we’ll take a look into that.”
“So, Miss Pierce, what is it exactly that you want to report?” Mosse asks.
Frustration builds in my chest and a hot sense of foolishness prickles over my shoulders. “I was drugged. And someone took me from that club and brought me home. Someone was in my apartment. A stranger . I thought I was sleepwalking this entire time but?—”
“You sleepwalk?” Anderson asks. Suddenly, what little interest he has in what I’m saying seems to vanish completely.
“Recently, yes.”
“And you’re sure it was a stranger and not just your own reflection in the mirror?” Mosse presses further.
“ Yes . I know my friends, and none of them tower over me like the person in the footage. And mirrors or not, it’s all here on this pen drive.”
“Are you sure about that?” Anderson’s eyes slide to Finn, who stands a little taller next to me.
“What are you trying to say?”
“Nothing.” Whatever accusation lingers in Anderson’s eyes doesn’t ever get spoken aloud. He finally reaches across and takes the pen drive from me. “Thank you for the footage. We’ll check it out.”
That seems to be their cue to leave as Mosse suddenly stands. “Given that you weren’t physically harmed and there haven’t been any incidents since, we can hope this was just a random act of kindness.”
“After a random drug spiking?” Finn remarks sourly.
“Exactly.” Anderson pockets the drive. “We’ll be in touch, Miss Pierce.”
“Thanks.”
After showing them out, I return to the lounge where Finn is busy on his phone.
“Sorry,” he murmurs, “just filling in the group chat. Are you alright?”
“I don’t know. I thought they would take it a bit more seriously than that. It’s like they didn’t even care, and as soon as I mentioned sleepwalking, that was it. Over.” Sliding one hand into my short hair, I catch strands between my fingertips and tug. “Is this my fault? Did I fuck up by not reporting this sooner?”
Finn sets his phone aside and approaches me. “No, I don’t think you did. Honestly, you had more to give them now than you did at the hospital and I think that’s okay. You did what you were comfortable with at the time. Now we know that there was someone around you and…well, if I’m honest, I don’t know if they will catch him but it’s a start.”
“Thank you for being here.” Catching his hand, I lightly thread our fingers together and focus on the warmth. Palm to palm, I’m soothed. “I know I said we should all avoid each other but you came with me to the hospital and everything so I just…I wanted someone here.”
“You don’t have to explain yourself,” Finn says softly. “You need me, I’m here.”
“Oh really?” I look up and Finn fixes me with a warm stare and a small smile.
“Really.”
“Thank you.” I squeeze his hand, then step away and flop down onto the couch with a groan. “Why do I feel like I’m the bad guy? Like I’m wasting everyone’s time.”
“Because they were assholes,” Finn replies, settling down next to me. “People like that shouldn’t even be cops.”
I hum out my agreement and watch Finn as he lounges back. His entire aura is open and warm. I want to crawl into his arms but is that appropriate after I asked for space?
Then again, I didn’t give Asher much space.
“Emma?”
“Mm-hmm?”
“Why did you never tell us about Gary?”
Oh, right. Meghan mentioned that she’d brought him up.
“I try not to think about him.” My lips press together. “He’s a lot of bad memories.”
“Is he still around?”
“God no. I haven’t seen him in…I can’t even remember how long.”
“But he was a threat?”
Straightening up, I draw one leg onto the couch and nod. “He was really sweet, but then he started listening to all these horrible podcasts and falling into the wrong crowd online. He was sleeping around every chance he got because he was told it was a man’s right or whatever. Then he turned cruel, and, well, one night, the fighting was just too much, and we broke up. Good fucking riddance.”
“The comments on your socials…I’m only asking because they seemed personal, like from someone who knows you, and after Meghan brought him up, the others and I were wondering.”
“You think it’s him?”
Finn shrugs. “I’m not saying anything for sure but given everything that’s happened with your car, the club and the online hate. Is it a possibility?”
“I guess.” Mulling over Gary, a sudden uncomfortable sensation swarms my chest and I immediately move in against Finn’s broad chest. His arm immediately drops around my shoulders and hugs me close.
“Sorry to have brought him up. I just wanted to know a little more.”
“It’s okay. If it is him…honestly, I’d be relieved.”
“Really?” Finn’s fingers trail over my shoulder in a lazy pattern.
“At least it would be a face I know and not some random stranger, y’know?”
“Better the devil you know,” Finn agrees quietly.
We sit like that for a long while, simply soaking up each other’s presence and all the uncomfortable feelings from the police visit slowly melt away. Soon, there’s nothing but tiredness and a deep sense of peace brought on by Finn.
“Do you want to stay over?” I lift my head from his chest. “It’s late.”
“Depends. Do you want me to stay over?” he asks with a light smirk. “Or stay over ?” His eyebrows waggle, then he winks and I laugh, shoving at his chest.
“I don’t know. Last time you said you couldn’t fuck me the way I wanted, right? Because of an old wound?” My attention turns south to his hip and I run my fingertips along the seam of his jeans.
“Emma?”
“Mm-hmm?”
“My hip and knee might be weak, but I don’t need power in my hips to fuck you properly.”
I lift my eyes to his, losing myself in their stunning hazel depths.
“Show me.”
“Fuck!” I writhe on the bed, clutching at the slats of my headboard where Finn ordered me to place my hands and keep them there. My entire body stretches like a bowstring while I arch up from the bed, and just as the hot, delicious cusp of my orgasm comes into sight, Finn removes the vibrating toy from between my legs.
“No!” I whine at the loss and slump back down onto the bed, panting harshly. Finn chuckles and his tongue sweeps across my aching pussy, chasing the tingling throbs that pulse through me.
Thrice, he’s brought me close to orgasm, and thrice he’s denied me.
“I still can’t believe you carry sex toys with you,” I gasp, panting against the slow, teasing strokes of his tongue.
“Well,” Finn chuckles and he leans up to hover over me. “When you invited me over, I thought this was the initial plan, so I came prepared.”
“Mm-hmm.” My chest heaves with desperate breaths, sweat dampens my skin and my thighs, and I’m so slick from my own juices that it’s mind-boggling that I haven’t come yet.
“Now be a good girl and stay here,” Finn instructs, and he vanishes from view. I watch him hurry from my bedroom, leaving me spread out on the bed and aching for contact. My pussy throbs in time to the powerful beats of my pounding heart, and I’ve licked my lips so often that they pulse along.
I want to come. I want to feel his cock inside me and let him fuck me into oblivion, but Finn’s playing a careful game. One that doesn’t rely on his strength.
He arrives back with a smirk on his face, and without saying a word, he’s back on the bed and between my thighs.
“Finn,” I moan desperately, pushing my hips down against his face. “Please—oh!”
A sudden sharp bite of cold presses against my over-heating pussy and every muscle in my body recoils from the contact. I try to shift away but his arms wrap around my thick thighs and he holds me in place. I toss my head back and forth, then scream as the biting cold slides over my achingly sensitive clit. There’s no escape, I’m trapped in his grip and at the mercy of something so cold it hurts.
And at the same time, it’s incredibly exhilarating.
The ice is piercing but then the warmth of Finn’s tongue is even more inviting as he chases the ice over my pussy. Back and forth, around in circles and then he slides the ice cube inside my pussy. I arch upward with a cry, releasing the wooden slats and nearly doubling over as the chill seeps into my most intimate area.
“Holy shit, what the fuck— what the fuck!” It’s too much, and somehow, I’m craving more at the same time. My body burns hotter, like the ice stokes the furnace inside me and I want that sharp chill all over my skin. With the ice inside me, Finn leans up and his mouth collides with mine in a desperate, biting kiss. I cup his face, wrap an arm around his shoulders, and draw him in closer while chasing the tantalizing chill of his mouth. Hot and cold mix together as our tongues dance.
Finn pushes me back down onto the bed, and the vibrating toys reappear at my chilled clit. Before I can react to the powerful stimulation, Finn’s cock suddenly slides through my soaked pussy. He thrusts inside me with a grunt, his hot cock chasing the cold ice deeper inside me and my mind explodes.
I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I can’t process anything.
There’s just a war of hot and cold inside me as Finn begins fucking me, the powerful vibrations against my clit and Finn’s chilled tongue warming inside my mouth as we kiss. His free hand gropes at my breasts, pinching my nipples and I claw down his back with my nails.
Finn growls low in his throat and my eyes roll back in my head. There’s too much to focus on and in a strange way, this delays my orgasm as I can’t settle on what I love the most. I only have the energy to hook one leg around his hips and while he doesn’t fuck me as hard or as fast as the others, the toys and the ice and the hour of build-up is more than enough.
Our kiss breaks when I need air, and I throw my head back into the pillows, gasping openly.
“Fuck, Finn. Oh my God, oh my fucking God I can’t—I can’t believe—holy shit I’m gonna?—”
“Come on, sweet thing,” Finn groans against my lips. He kisses me once, then peppers smaller kisses down my jaw. “Come for me like a good girl.”
“Ahh!” I scream out my pleasure as every part of my body locks up. My vision sparks fireworks of colors as I screw up my eyes and my core ripples as pleasure cascades through me in waves.
I don’t breathe. I don’t speak. I simply exist in Finn’s arms, convulsing obediently to every overpowering jerk of ecstasy through my body.
Finn comes inside me with a deep, low moan and it’s the final perfect addition.
When I finally slump back down, panting heavily, Finn kisses all over my face and then brushes our noses together.
“Well?”
“I concede,” I croak softly. “You definitely don’t need hip power to fuck me hard.”
Finn laughs heartily and removes the toy from between our legs. He spends a few minutes cleaning me up and going over every inch of my body to make sure I’m okay. Then he makes me drink some water and repeats twice that I feel amazing.
Sleep comes rapidly when wrapped up in his arms, and I fall into an incredibly blissful slumber.
A sudden thump wakes me some hours later. The room is still dark with only a yellow glow from a nearby streetlight beaming in through my window. I must have forgotten to shut my curtains.
Finn sleeps soundly beside me, both his arms wrapped around me. Blearily, I rub at my eyes as my sleep-addled mind tries to work out what woke me up.
Yawning, I slowly ease up onto one elbow and lazily look around my room, making out edges of shadows cast in yellow light and then?—
A sudden scream of terror tears from my throat as one of the shadows, much taller than the others and clearly a person , moves.
There’s someone else here!