5. Blair
BLAIR
We sit on the couch a while longer before I yawn loudly. So attractive. Finn stands and takes my hand in his to pull me up then he leads me upstairs. Butterflies take flight in my stomach as I wonder what’s going to happen next.
Is he going to tuck me in and leave? Crawl into bed beside me and sleep? Want to fuck me senseless well into the night?
We reach the bedroom, and he turns to me. “I can practically hear your mind working. What are you thinking?”
“Just curious about what happens next.”
“What do you want to happen?” He brushes the backs of his fingers over my cheek.
“I don’t want you to leave.”
“Then I won’t.”
“I want you to sleep in bed with me.”
“Then I will.”
Here goes nothing. “I want you to make love to me.”
A slow smile forms on his lips. God, he’s fucking gorgeous. “It would be an honor.”
He leans down and kisses me in a slow, sensual, mind-melting way. I grip his arms to hold on. At any moment I feel like I’m going to disappear into a puddle on the floor.
Finn pulls back and leads me to the bed where he lifts my shirt slowly and tosses it to the floor. He trails his fingers over the lacey edge of my bra, causing my body to break out in goosebumps. Sliding over, he circles my nipple through the cup of my bra, making it harden instantly.
My body starts to throb with need. Have I ever been this turned on with such a simple touch? I don’t think so. Of course, the last time I was with someone was Brant and… Nope. Not going there. He has no place in this. I’ll be damned if he ruins this experience for me.
“Blair?”
I shake my head. “Sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“I don’t mind if it does. I want you comfortable. I don’t want to push you too hard.”
"You're not. I promise. If it's too much, I'll tell you. I want this, Finn."
He nods then lets his fingers slip to my back, where he quickly unhooks my bra. It slides down my arms. I toss it to the side, leaving myself bare to him from the waist up.
“You’re stunning, baby,” he tells me.
With a delicate touch, he takes my breasts in his hands before dipping down to swirl his tongue around my nipple. I arch into him as my fingers find his shoulders and dig into them.
Finn releases me, drops to his knees, and hooks his fingers into the top of my shorts to pull them down, as well as my panties. They fall to my feet, and Finn’s there, carefully lifting each leg so I can step out of them.
Sliding his hands up my legs, he doesn’t stop until he reaches the juncture of my thighs. “Spread your legs for me.” I do so without hesitation. I’m exposed, but it feels right. I don't think I could lay myself bare like this to anyone but him.
He parts me and takes a long, slow sweep with his tongue up my center. I cry out and grip his shoulders hard before my knees buckle.
The feel of his tongue, the moans coming from him as he tastes me, it's all too much, and I'm suddenly on the verge of an orgasm. I push him back as I pant out for him to stop, telling him how close I am.
Finn stands and makes quick work of his clothes until he’s naked in front of me. Sure, I saw his dick earlier but looking at the full package… Holy. Fuck.
“I want to spend the night making this last, but I fear once I get inside of you, I won’t be able to,” he admits.
I reach out to trace the lines of the muscles on his stomach. “Book boyfriends do exist,” I murmur.
Finn chuckles. “Is this going in one of your books?”
“Hell, no. This is all for me.”
“I’m glad I measure up.”
“Measure up? You’d blow away anyone I could write.”
He takes my hand in his and pulls me toward the bed where he sits then tugs me onto his lap so I’m straddling him, placed right over his very hard cock.
Groaning, he puts his hands on my waist and slowly begins rocking me over him, my wetness coating him as we move. “Holy fuck, I could come right now,” he says.
My fingers thread into his hair as I lean down and kiss him hard. Screw trying to take things slow. I’m mesmerized by the man beneath me. I want him inside me. Now.
“Finn, please,” I beg between kisses.
“Condoms?”
I shake my head. “I don’t want to use one. I haven’t been with anyone since… Well, you know. And I was tested repeatedly since then.”
He groans again. “God, Blair. I haven’t been with anyone in a while and I’m clean. Are you sure?”
I nod. “I’m on the pill. Please.”
“Jesus.”
He kisses me again as he drags us back on the bed until I'm lying on him, then he flips us over so he's on top. With smooth movements, he slides his dick over my clit, and motherfuck if I’m not a second from coming.
“I want you in me.” I writhe beneath him
My legs hook over his hips as he lines up then slowly sinks into me. Every delicious inch is felt as he fills me until he’s fully seated. I wrap my legs around him and pull him down close.
“No space between us,” I tell him. “I want to feel all of you.”
“You slay me, Blair.”
His lips are on mine again and our bodies move fluidly, as if we were made for each other. Every thrust drives me closer and closer to the precipice.
Finn reaches between us, finds my clit, and strokes me as he slams home over and over again. “Come for me, baby. I’m so fucking close.”
“Fuck, Finn.”
He slams into me two more times before I’m pushed over the edge. My orgasm hits me with such force that everything around me ceases to exist. I’m floating in this wonderful place of sheer bliss. There are stars behind my eyes, and I hear my name fall over and over from Finn’s lips as he follows me.
When I finally start to come down, he’s kissing my face, jaw, and neck. He’s whispering words of adoration and affection. All I can think of is one word—love.
Emotion builds within me, and it becomes hard to swallow. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes and track down my cheeks.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Finn asks, his voice full of worry.
“I…” I bring my hands up and cover my eyes. God, this is embarrassing. Crying after sex with Finn wasn’t something I wanted.
“Don’t hide. You never have to hide from me.” He slowly pulls my hands away.
I open my eyes and take in the gorgeous man over me. His face is marred with concern, and his eyes have tears pooled there. “Finn?”
“Please, Blair,” his voice shakes. “Tell me what I did wrong. I never want to hurt you.”
“No,” I rush to say. “You didn’t hurt me. It’s the opposite.” I take a deep breath and let it out. “I love you, Finn. So much it scares me.”
He buries his face in my neck. After a few deep breaths, he pulls back and his brown eyes hold mine. “I love you, too. God, I love you so fucking much, Blair.”
Fresh tears pour down my face as I grip his hair and bring him in for a kiss. This is like Christmas and my birthday and every fucking other wonderful day wrapped up into one. Finn Bradley loves me.
His arms wrap around me and he rolls us to our sides. We kiss and talk and touch well into the night, until we’re both sated and relaxed to the point that Finn drifts off to sleep, holding me tightly.
My mind doesn’t quite let me sleep yet as I think about everything that happened today.
Finn and I both got off in my office. We went on our first date.
We made love. I had sex for the first time in what feels like forever.
And we both confessed our love for one another. Talk about a whirlwind romance.
But this isn’t one of my books. This isn’t a fictional story. This is my real life with Finn. And it’s only the beginning.
****
The sound of pots and pans banging downstairs draws me from sleep. Warmth envelops me, telling me a very sexy man is still in my bed.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he says when I stir.
“Good morning to you, too.” Something drops to the floor in the kitchen with a loud clang as hushed whispers float upstairs. “Who’s in my house?”
“Well, since you set the alarm when we got back last night, it can only be four people. Either it’s all of them or some of them. I heard a male and a female voice, but I can’t make out who they belong to.”
I glance over and realize my bedroom door is wide open and I’m still blissfully naked in bed with Finn. At least there’s a sheet covering us. “Maybe we should get dressed and see who’s down there.”
He drags his nose along my neck. “But that means I have to let you go.”
“You never have to let me go. I’m in this for as long as you’ll have me,” I say honestly.
He lifts his head and smiles. “Until death? Because I have no intention of ever being without you. I want to be in bed with you every night.” He kisses my nose. “Have meals with you every day.” He kisses my cheek. “And spend every day telling you how much I love you.”
I smile. “I can’t believe this is real.”
Someone groans from the doorway. “Oh, come on,” Parker says. “I don’t need to hear this.”
“Problem, Maxfield?” Finn asks.
“Yeah, I don’t want to hear the mushy stuff you’re saying to my best friend.”
“Well, she’s my girlfriend now, so get used to it.”
Parker doesn’t turn, just keeps his back to us. “I want better than girlfriend, Finn. B isn’t someone you screw around with then leave when you’re bored or when shit gets tough. Remember, I know where you live, and Cy and I are quite capable of breaking down your door and kicking your ass.”
I chuckle. “I know you are, but this is only the beginning of Blair and me. I’m not about to propose to her yet.” Yet. I hang on to that word. Maybe one day, he will. I shouldn't be thinking about marriage. One fucking date and I have us reciting vows.
Finn tickles my side, bringing me back to the present. “There you go again, getting lost.”
“It was a good thought.”
He smiles warmly. “That’s what I like to hear.”
“Okay, enough,” Parker says. “Get dressed and get downstairs. Eve’s cooking breakfast and I’m still pissed at them for volunteering me to come up here. I love you, B, but I never want to see you tangled in the sheets with Bradley again.”
I take the pillow from behind my head and launch it across the room at him. A pitcher, I am not. I end up hitting his calves.
“Nice shot, ace,” he says before leaving. Then I hear him yell down the stairs, “You’re lucky they weren’t fucking, or I would have punished all of you!”
I chuckle and face Finn again. “You sure you know what you’re getting into with me?”
"I do, and I love every second of it. You're mine, Blair. And I'm going to show you every day how much you mean to me.”
“I’m counting on it.”
We spend the next thirty minutes in bed.
No, we don’t bother to close the door. Screw anyone who wants to come up here.
Let them get a show. I’m going to prove to my man how much I love him and make him call out my name as I do so.
Because I finally get my happily ever after.
With all I’ve been through in my past, this is well deserved. True love does exist.
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