Chapter 46 Finn
FORTY-SIX
FINN
TWO MONTHS LATER
Finn was still getting used to the new route he drove with his bike, FiFi, but to be fair he had only moved into the apartment two weeks ago. It was still close to everything—everything being the Grand Willow campus, the house he used to live in, and Luna’s house, but it was still a different ride.
The summer nights were warm enough to the point where he drove without a jacket. Gianna would complain about the wind on his skin and how damaging it could be, but he liked when she fussed over him. It was refreshing.
He pulled into the apartment’s garage, which really was an undeserving name for such a space.
Sure, most of the people that lived there just parked their cars there, but he managed to get a private room where he could also work on his bikes and cars during the evenings when he got home from the office.
He turned the bike off and dismounted, hanging the helmet up on the wall beside Gianna’s pristine white one.
Finn closed the garage behind him and entered the private elevator, pressing the button for the top floor.
Within seconds he was there, entering the apartment to see the sun setting through the huge floor to ceiling windows that covered the living room.
Light cream couches sat in front of them, but so did a huge flat screen TV—they had managed to compromise.
He climbed up the stairs by the kitchen to the room where he heard music coming from.
Gianna sat in her pink robe in front of her vanity, singing loudly to whatever song was playing.
When he first brought up them moving in together all those months ago, she was hesitant about leaving the mansion for less space.
It was shocking that had been her only complaint about moving in with him.
However, once he found this place, he showed her the room he wanted to make into her closet and vanity area, and she jumped on the idea immediately.
Now she had most of her clothes, shoes, and purses, and space to do her hair and makeup all in one place.
He stood by the door frame, watching as she applied the blush to her cheeks. Her eyes found him through the mirror, and she screamed, holding a hand to her chest.
“Fuck, Finn! You could have knocked. You scared me,” she said, turning around to face him.
He grinned, walking into the room. “You were having a performance; I didn’t want to interrupt.”
“I sounded good, didn’t I?” she asked, raising a brow.
“Next popstar level.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips. “Are you almost ready to go?”
“Just about. I have to get dressed. What about you? You can’t go to a fight like that,” she said, looking at him up and down.
Finn shrugged. He was still wearing the slacks and button up from earlier, but it wasn’t appropriate attire for a fight. Especially not when he was the one doing the fighting. It wasn’t a serious fight or anything, but it had been a long time, and he wanted to let loose a little bit.
“I’ll change in two seconds,” he said. “You take much longer than I do, princess.”
“Well, you can’t rush perfection,” she said, standing.
She dropped her robe, revealing that she was completely naked underneath. No, perfection couldn’t be rushed. Gianna was a goddess, and he was helplessly devoted to worshipping her no matter what.
He eyed every inch of her body, from her nipples that stood rigid from the cold air conditioning to the perfectly trimmed pussy that sat between her legs. Finally, he managed to drag his eyes back up to her face where she wore an innocent grin.
“Have I ever told you you’re the most magnificent person I have ever met, princess?” he asked, approaching her.
“You have, but it never hurts to hear,” she said. “Now, I should probably get dressed.”
He nodded, extending his hand to trail it up her thigh. He found her pussy, slipping his fingers through her slick slit before he found her clit. She closed her eyes, letting out a breathy moan. “Yeah, you should probably get dressed.”
Gianna reached down, palming his hardening dick through his slacks. “But also, we could probably spare a few minutes.”
He grinned. “I think so.”
It didn’t take long for him to lift her up on the vanity, kissing her hurriedly while undoing the button on his slacks.
He managed to slip them down his legs while she ran her fingers through his hair, pulling and tugging on the strands.
Finn wasted no time entering her, letting himself feel her warm cunt while he thrusted into her.
Gianna threw her head back, meeting every thrust with her own hip movements.
He attached his mouth to her nipple, biting and sucking while simultaneously reaching down and playing with her clit. She gripped onto his shoulders with her nails, tightening around him.
“Come for me, princess,” he muttered. He pushed his lips back onto hers, swallowing every single moan that escaped from them. He came soon after, milking out every single drop of cum for her.
She pulled away, letting out a small laugh. “Well, now my makeup is all messed up.”
“You still look perfect,” he said, giving her one more kiss.
They did manage to wash up and get dressed, before heading out for the fight.
Gianna wore black leather pants and a sparkly pink shirt instead of a dress so they could take the bike instead of a car, which Finn was perfectly okay with.
She put on her helmet like a champ, throwing on one of his leather jackets as well once they got to the garage.
Finn’s heart swelled uncontrollably seeing how natural she looked with it all.
When he looked back on his life only months before, he couldn’t believe how far he’d come.
He had been so lost, running from his own demons alone on this very bike and now he was helping the love of his life on, leaving their new apartment, while he settled into his role as the heir of the Kingsley empire.
For so many years, he thought that he was undeserving of the life he had now. In fact, he was so sure it would never happen to him. But there he was, living it every day. He had a family, he had his girl, and he had love.
Gianna noticed him looking at her, so she crinkled her nose and took off the helmet. “What? Did I put it on wrong?”
Finn shook his head with the biggest grin on his face. The most genuine one he had ever had. “I’m so fucking in love with you, princess.”
She returned the smile, giving him a peck on the lips. “I love you too, Finn.”
And just like that, they rode off into the sunset covered in yellows and oranges and reds. With their demons extinguished, they could finally attempt a new life unscathed.