22. Callie
Callie
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 12TH
I t’s hard to be sexy when you’ve got crutches, but Finn does a damn fine job of making me feel like I’m nailing it. After rushing into the house and closing the curtains, he presses me against the front door and kisses me like it’s his damn job.
Everything is dark except for the hall light, which casts a warm glow around him. I start frantically unbuttoning his shirt, admiring his muscular body. “Holy shit,” I gasp. “Why would you hide this under a sweatsuit?”
“Not now, Athena,” he growls, moving his mouth to my neck.
I pull my shirt over my head and delight at the groan that escapes him when he looks at me. “Take off your clothes,” I order. “I was serious about the shower. I have one more tattoo I want to show you.”
Immediately, I’m off the ground and in his arms. He kicks the bathroom door open and sets me down on the toilet, where I make quick work of taking off my bra while he turns on the water.
“Fuck me,” he murmurs when he sees me. He drops to his knees and gently grabs my foot, unwrapping the bandage on it before running his palm all the way up my calf and thigh.
“Your turn.” Laying my hands flat against his chest, I move his open shirt off of him. Fuck me is right. “Can I call you Adonis? Is that too cliche?” I brace myself against his shoulders to stand and let my skirt and underwear fall to the floor.
“You can call me whatever you want.” His hot breath hits my pussy in the best possible way.
He slowly stands and strips off his jeans, revealing a very impressive cock that I’m aching to meet. I grip it with one hand, making him moan into my mouth as puts his lips on mine. Gently, he guides both of my arms up around the back of his neck and brings my whole body into his.
The steam from the shower (that we’re not even in) surrounds us and I feel like I’m in the most seductive romance movie ever made. The most impractical, seductive romance movie ever made.
“Finn,” I breathe. “This was a bad idea.”
He stops immediately and looks at me. “Are you okay?”
“I mean the shower. It was just an excuse to get you naked, I’m on one foot like a flamingo here, I shouldn’t be trying to have shower sex.”
He looks behind him and nods. “Yeah, that makes sense. What do you want to do?”
“I want to move this to the bedroom. Immediately.”
A grin spreads over his face. He turns off the water and picks me back up. “Are you in a hurry or something?”
“Uh, kind of, yeah.” The feel of his skin on my skin is driving me insane. I need more.
“What’s the rush?” he asks as he sets me on my bed (in my room that has been thoroughly cleaned).
“Condoms are in the nightstand drawer. Are you not interested?” It’s a dumb question, it’s extremely obvious that he’s interested.
“Oh, I’m plenty interested,” he confirms. “But that means I want to take my time with you.”
The way he says it, his voice is so deep I think I have a tiny orgasm right there. “Did you hear what I said? About the condoms?”
He laughs. “I’ll get one, don’t worry. But first I think I need to do something I’ve wanted to do for a very long time.”
In one swift motion, he’s moved my body up the bed so that I’m on my back and he’s hovering over me. I put my hands on his biceps and son of a bitch, there isn’t a square inch of this man that isn’t rock hard.
“Fuck, it’s hot when you look at me like that,” he growls.
I squirm beneath him.
“Don’t move. I know you want to. But I told you I’ve been waiting for this and I’m going to savor every second.” He trails his mouth across my collarbone and down my stomach. Instinctively, I part my legs and let out a moan when his tongue hits my entrance.
The sensations that take over my body are not of this world. The man has a gift. I reach above my head and clutch the sheets, overwhelmed by sensation. His thumbs dig into my hips as he sucks my clit, sending convulsions through every limb.
“Oh my god,” I gasp. “That was amazing.”
“I’m not done yet.”
I’m still trying to compose myself, but I manage to find the right words. “You’re damn right you’re not.” Sitting up, I grab his face in my hands, claiming his mouth in gratitude.
“Jesus Christ,” he murmurs. “More.”
I grip his short hair and deepen the kiss. “Get the condom. Bring it to me.” I bite his lower lip before smacking his ass.
His wolfish expression morphs into one of surrender as he gets what I asked from the drawer. I move backwards on the bed and point to the spot in front of me. “Kneel here.”
He gets into position as I rip the condom open, then put one hand on the firm plane of his stomach while I reach with the other to cup his balls. I don’t think I’m ready to cover him up just yet, I decide, setting the condom next to me. When my tongue glides over his shaft, he jolts, breathing out the word, “Oh!”
I work him with my hands and mouth, relishing the way his body reacts. His fingers are in my hair, but he’s not pushing himself into me; he knows I’m calling the shots right now.
With a final flick of my tongue, I grab the condom and roll it over his cock while he tries to catch his breath. I kiss him again, then lean all the way back. He looks down at my exposed inner thighs and sees the tattoo.
“Is this what you wanted to show me?” he touches it gently and I nod.
“I’m not sure how you missed it.”
He laughs, still panting. “I was a little distracted. Is it a constellation?”
“It is. It’s my zodiac sign.”
“Oh yeah?” I can feel the electricity when he leans over me, pressed right at my entrance. “And what’s that?”
I lay my palms on his cheeks. “I’m a Leo.”
His eyes get impossibly darker at the sound of his name on my lips, and he sinks into me with one thrust. We both moan at the sensation, and I can’t breathe when he starts to move.
“I knew it,” he grunts. “I knew it would feel this good.”
Our bodies move in perfect rhythm, like we’ve done this a million times before. Every touch, every kiss, every movement…it’s all pure instinct, and it’s exquisite.
I open my eyes when his hand touches my cheek. His expression holds more than lust. More than desire.
More than I’m comfortable acknowledging right now.
“Go deeper.” I redirect and lift my legs up to cross behind his back, feeling the friction of his movement right where I need it.
“Oh my god, I’m so close.” A sound I’ve never made before leaves my lips and every muscle in my body tightens.
I dig my nails into his back and cry out as he shudders his own release. “Fuuuck!”
We’re speechless for a long moment, both covered in sweat and breathing heavy. I let my legs drop back down and he shifts his weight, rolling off to the side but leaving his face buried in my shoulder.
“That was unreal,” I pant.
“I, um, yeah. Words. No have them.”
We both laugh. The flutter of his eyelashes tickles my cheek and I move back. “What are you doing?”
“Just looking,” he shrugs. With a smile, he brushes away some of the hair that’s stuck to my face with perspiration. “You’re something else, you know that?”
“I sure hope that’s a compliment.”
His smile is truly stunning. “It is. It definitely is.”
I don’t know what else to say, and the way he’s looking at me is still so reverent I have to look at the ceiling.
“I’ll be right back,” he whispers and gives me a kiss on the cheek.
True to his word, five minutes later, he returns with two of my throw pillows from the living room.
“Here,” he directs, as he walks in, in all his nude glory. “Lift your leg so I can put these underneath.”
I smile and oblige by raising my leg and letting him gently prop it back down on the pillows. Then he grabs one of the spare bandages I had on my dresser and gently re-wraps my ankle for me.
“Naked PT? I can’t say I’ve ever had that before.”
He stands back proudly and grins at me. “Well, that’s the kind of top-tier service you can expect here in Tuft Swallow.”
“Coach Finnegan, I do believe all of your service today has been top-tier. Five stars, can’t wait to come again.”
His smile stays, but his expression turns hungry before he leans over and gives me a kiss that makes me weak in the knees. And I’m not even standing.
“Come back to bed,” I murmur. “Sit with me.”
He does so without hesitation, walking around and climbing under the sheets, leaning his back against the headboard. We sit in silence for a few minutes, but it’s comfortable. Just like everything is with Finn. Then his arm loops around my waist and tugs me into him.
“How are we going to keep this a secret?” I ask.
A muscle in his jaw tenses and I’m sure he’s thinking of all the ways this is going to be an issue. After a moment, he asks, “Do you want to keep this a secret?”
“Don’t you?” I pull away just enough to stare up at him. “I mean, what about Lex? What about work?”
He runs his free hand over his face. “This town isn’t exactly the best place for secrets, Callie. We saw half the town on the way to dinner and the other half got quite a show outside in my car.”
“Then why do we keep ending up here? I thought the whole reason you were hesitant about this was because you didn’t want anyone to know.”
“No! The whole reason I was hesitant about this is because I want you to be more than just…my…friend with benefits.”
I stop short. I honestly don’t know what to say.
“Callie, look. You’re right, okay? No more avoiding, no more bullshit. I think you are the smartest, sexiest, most compassionate woman I’ve ever met. And yeah, of course I want to protect my daughter, but that doesn’t mean I have to be a monk until she’s eighteen. I mean, I used to think that was true, but now…” He’s looking straight into my eyes, his gaze is so assured. “So there it is. Cards on the table. You make me believe in having more than just a superficial relationship, and that’s what I want. With you. And hopefully that’s what you want, too.”
“I do,” I whisper, surprising both of us. “I do, but…I’ve just never done that before. I don’t know how to be someone’s girlfriend.”
“That’s okay,” he happily supplies. “On-the-job training is available.”
That teases a laugh out of me.
He smiles at me and leans his head back. “How have you never been someone’s girlfriend before? I don’t think I believe that.”
“It’s true, I swear. Never really in one place long enough, I guess.”
“Hmm.”
“Is that going to be a problem?”
“That you’ve never had a boyfriend?”
“That I’m never in one place for long. That I’m not able to stay here.”
He looks ahead and sighs. “Athena, I will take however much time you can give me.”
I glide my hand over his stomach, and his muscles quiver under my fingertips. “Then let’s start now.”
He growls and repositions himself so that his head is hovering over mine.
But a ding from his phone interrupts us.
“Hold that thought.” He leaves his spot in bed to grab it from his pants on the floor, but quickly returns next to me.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
Without a word, he hands me his phone. On the screen is a text:
Alexis
OMG Dad are u seriously making out in your CAR?!
My heart sinks. “Oh no. Finn, I’m so sorry. What can I do to fix this?”
Finn looks at me and tenderly brushes some hair back away from my face. “You’ve fixed a lot already. Here,” he holds out his hand and I give him his phone back. Then he types out his response before setting it down on the nightstand and leaning in to kiss me.
“What did you tell her?”
“I told her not to contribute to the rumor mill. And also that it’s past her bedtime, so we’ll talk in the morning.”
His next kiss is absolutely luscious, but I can’t focus just yet. “So we’re…officially dating, then? Like boyfriend/girlfriend? This is happening?”
“Oh, it’s happening.” His determination is an unbelievable turn-on, and there’s nothing I want more than to grip his growing cock to show my appreciation.
“I just need a minute,” I tell him before swinging my legs over to get out of bed.
“Everything okay?”
“So good! Just want to freshen up a little before round two. Don’t move.”
“Okay, but if you take too long, I might start without you,” he jokes.
Just the image of him stroking himself in my bed short circuits my brain for a second, but I have bigger fish to fry. I quickly grab my phone and hop to the bathroom.
Callie
Help! Red Alert! I did a dumb thing!
Kodi
Oh I heard all about the dumb thing you did. Go do him again, we’ll figure it out tomorrow.
Seriously, how does everyone find out about this shit so fast?
Then my phone chimes with a separate text.
Lily
*GIF of man humping corndog*
Oh yeah. That’s how.