Chapter 50
Internal Rate of Return
Finn
I push Olivia’s hand off my lap when Sara’s eyes turn glassy. She doesn’t say anything, but my gut turns at the pain in her eyes. She hides it so well but I always see it.
“Finny.” Olivia’s voice is annoyingly whiny.
She probably thinks it sounds sexy. She grabs for my hand again but I avoid it.
I’m trying to pay attention to what’s happening at the table.
When Olivia realizes my attention is on Verity, she stops and cocks her head to the side like she’s trying to determine whether Verity is a threat or not.
“You see, Nancy, there are two types of people in this world.” Verity leans forward ever so slightly, like she’s thrilled to be the attention-starved bitch she is. “There are the people who count and those who want to count, but don’t.”
Drew rubs Sara’s hand but she looks so fucking lost. She’s stronger than this, but this ex-friend is like her kryptonite.
“The ones who want to count try their hardest to make the ones who do think they should count.” Verity smiles and taps her finger against her lips. “Some of us are born to count and others aren’t. Isn’t that right, Sara?”
Sara’s eyes narrow, but there’s a weariness that sweeps over her. “If you’ll excuse me.”
She rises and walks toward the restrooms.
Fuck this bitch. I glare at Verity as I let loose on her.
“You know what, Nancy. There are two types of women in society. There are genuinely nice women like Sara. Or there are needy bitches like Verity.” I stand and drop my napkin on my plate. “You look smart enough to figure out who’s worthwhile to be friends with. If you’ll excuse me.”
I don’t wait for an answer. I don’t care who’s watching. Fuck all these people because Sara is hurting and it’s like a knife in my heart. I catch up to her before she makes it to the bathroom and capture her elbow to steer her down a hallway.
“Finn! What are you doing?” Her eyes are wide as she glances behind us. “People are watching.”
“I don’t give a shit about those people.” I move us until we’re out of sight and turn a few more corners to be safe. Her eyes are wide and frantic as I back her against the wall. “I only care about you.”
I would burn down this world to keep her safe. Something my family never did for me. There’s a reason I don’t bring up the past. A reason Tom, Dante, Wyatt, and Sara mean so much to me. They became my family since the one I was born into sucked.
She presses her hands against my chest and those soft green eyes plead up at me. “People will talk.”
“Fuck people.” I lean down and press a kiss to her lips before resting my forehead against hers. “They don’t know you. They don’t know me. Not really. But you’re hurt and I can’t let that stand.”
She draws in a breath and some of the tension eases from her shoulders. “I don’t understand what I did to make her hate me so much.”
I cup her cheek and rub her soft skin with my thumb. “It’s probably not even about you, flower.”
Her eyes search mine. “She vilified me. Now she’s trying to make it seem like I’m the bad guy all over again. I can’t do it. I don’t know what Tom was thinking. Was he just thinking with his dick? Is that what this whole thing is about? Him wanting some chick? Do I not mean anything to him?”
A tear escapes from her eye and I capture it with my thumb.
“No one knows what Tom is thinking. I don’t even recognize the girl’s name that Verity mentioned.” And Tom and I usually keep score, literally sometimes. It kept my mind off Sara for years.
She releases a breath and presses her forehead against my chest. “We should get back. People will notice we’re missing.”
I lift her chin and smirk. “You were upset. You’re like a little sister to me.”
She arches an eyebrow, probably because my hand is on her bare back. “You still see me as a little sister?”
“No, flower. I’ve never seen you more clearly.” I swallow and take in her dress and the diamonds. We’re in a hallway where anyone could wander by and find us together, pressed close. I step back and take her hand. “Come on. I want to show you something.”
She glances nervously toward where we came from, but fuck it. We can use the little sister card. It doesn’t bother me like it bothers Wyatt. My disappearing act might put out my date, but fuck if she says Finny one more time, I’m going to have to start shoving food in her mouth.
“Come on, flower, haven’t you ever explored the building during one of these things?” I give her a crooked grin.
“Recently devirginized, remember?” Her eyes light up with interest as she steps in my direction like she knows it’s all sorts of wrong, but doesn’t care.
As we walk, I draw her in close to me. “That’s right. You’ve never snuck away for a quickie at an event before.”
Her eyes darken as she shakes her head. Fuck, I’ve been hard because of Sara all night, but that innocent desire on her face makes me ache. I honestly was just going to show her something no one else gets to see, but now I’m going to fuck her while I do it.
Sara
Finn tightens his hand on mine as he draws me to a small door that blends into the woodwork of the wall. It doesn’t even have a doorknob. He pushes on it and the latch gives.
I hesitate and glance over my shoulder again. No one else is around, but this is something I never would have done before. I’ve never snuck off at an event.
“Live a little, flower.” Finn’s smile heats me up as I follow him into the employee hallway. I get an impression of white walls before the door shuts behind us.
No one is in here. The lights aren’t even on. I cling to Finn’s arm as he leads me down into the blackness.
“Do you know where you’re going?” I whisper.
“Of course.” He draws me in tight against his side, and I breathe out at the heat that rushes through me to pool between my legs from being so close to him.
“Have you done this before?” Some of the heat dissipates thinking about him with another woman, someone like Olivia.
“Snuck off, yes.” Finn doesn’t pull his punches. But I’ve known he’s the kind to wander off to fuck someone during an event. That’s not new news to me. “Shown them this part of the museum?”
He stops us and a little click sounds before low light fills the space as a door opens.
“Only you.” He draws me out and my heels click on the marble tile floors. The room is dimly lit and there aren’t any entrances that I can see from here. A few pieces of art hang on the wall.
My brow furrows as we step farther into the room. “Where are we?”
“Special exhibits.” He backs away from me toward the bench in the center. “One of my clients owns these pieces and loaned them to the museum for this exhibit. You have to pay to get into this room and they only let in a few people at a time.”
I stop in front of a painting. A beautiful field of flowers rolling into one another. There’s an old church in the background. My fingers linger on the delicate chain of diamonds between my breasts as I visually explore the piece.
Finn steps up behind me, surrounding me in his heat. “Do you like it?”
“It’s gorgeous. The detail is mesmerizing. A lot of art is the impression of something. This is almost like a photograph.”
“It’s one of my favorites.” Finn’s voice is directly behind me, sending a shiver down my spine. “I like the amount of detail. That the artist didn’t just skip over making the flower petals. He gave them the attention they needed.”
My breath catches, noticing the nuances. The tiny brush strokes. Something I never thought Finn would notice. The little details.
He rests his hands on my bare waist and I gasp at the sparks flooding my system. “Do you know how much I want you, flower? Every single inch?”
His lips touch my shoulder and everything I’ve been worried about slips away.
“How much?” I whisper as I lean back into his warmth.
He caresses my side before his hand slides beneath my dress to cup my breast. I buzz inside from anticipation.
“Fuck.” His whisper is harsh against my skin. “So much that I know better but I can’t stop myself. I need you, flower.”
I draw in a shaky breath as he teases my nipple with his fingers.
“So take me, Finn. I need you too.” I lean my head back against his chest as his fingers tighten on my waist. “Lose yourself in me and let me lose myself in you.”
I don’t care that I’m supposed to be Drew’s date. Finn is mine. I’m his. And right now, I want to forget what’s waiting for us when we return. Before I get too deep into those thoughts, Finn squeezes my breast and sucks on my neck, and any thoughts I might have had disappear.
“Have I told you how much I enjoy fucking you?”
I smile. “You do sneak in to fuck me in the middle of the night.”
He gathers the fabric of my skirt, brushing it against my leg. His hard length caught beneath his pants presses against my ass.
“Because I can’t resist having you, flower. Every inch of you. Dripping wet for me.” He kisses the side of my throat. “Ever since I got a taste of you, I’ve been addicted. Needing another hit. Another taste. Another fuck.”
My breath escapes me. It’s not romantic but I don’t need romance. I need to be wanted, to feel needed, to be someone else’s obsession.
He lifts me against him and carries me over to the leather bench. After laying me down on it, he raises my skirt to pool around my waist. I lift up on my elbows to watch him.
When he kneels before me, he smirks and parts my legs. “You’ve got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever tasted.”
His warm mouth closes over my pussy before he runs his tongue along my seam to dip into my entrance.
His darkened eyes meet mine. My lips part as I hold back all the noises trying to escape as he tastes my pussy like we have all night and not just this stolen moment.
He doesn’t let up. Doesn’t stop as his tongue works my clit and my pussy until I completely unravel.
The world around me melts into shapes and colors as he fucks me with his mouth. He pushes my legs up and out, opening me more to his gentle, insistent assault. I fall back on the bench, arching my back as my release shreds me, spreading heat throughout me.
He kisses my thigh as I shake beneath him. All I can do is try to breathe as he unzips his pants. His cock presses against my still-shuddering entrance before he slams into me.
“Oh, fuck, Finn.” The words slip out of me as my pussy pulses around his fullness.
“Exactly, flower.” He slides his hands beneath my shoulder blades and lifts me to straddle him. Our mouths and eyes align with each other. His green eyes sparkle in the dimness and I wrap my arms around his neck.
“Drew keeps saying he’s going to keep you.” Finn pulls out and thrusts in deep.
Unable to hold back, I moan and it echoes in the quiet gallery.
“He’s not the only one who wants to hold on to you, Sara.” His eyes are serious when I search them.
My breath catches with every thrust of his cock deep inside me.
There’s a vulnerability I’m not used to seeing in him
“I don’t deserve you. But I can’t resist you.”
I can’t breathe as I only see the truth. “Finn…”
My words get tangled in my throat. He captures my lips and pushes me over the edge, making me come all over his cock. I tremble in his arms, so full of him but wanting more. He curses against my lips and pulls out of me.
“Let me finish you.” I wait for him to nod before I slide to my knees and take his cock into my mouth, tasting both of us on his skin. I’m greedy for more, needing all of him, taking him deep until he groans.
“So fucking beautiful.” Finn floods my mouth with his cum. I swallow him down, every drop, letting the aftershock of my orgasm quake through me before I sit back.
He tucks himself back into his pants and draws out a handkerchief. “The one thing my father taught me is to always carry a handkerchief.”
Reaching between my legs, he cleans me up with the cloth and tucks it into his pocket. He rises to his feet and holds his hands out to help me up. While I just stand there, he takes his time straightening my dress and hair.
In my wildest dreams, I never thought I’d find someone to love. I always imagined it would be Wyatt. Then it was Drew who would fuck me finally and I’d be free to carry on my life. It never occurred to me it was possible to have all of them. To have Dante. To have Finn.
I tuck a stray curl behind Finn’s ear and he smiles softly down at me.
“What happens when Tom gets home?” The question is always right there in my mind.
“What do you want to happen?” Finn draws me against him, tipping my chin up.
“What if I said I don’t want what we’re all doing to end?” My heart beats hard against my rib cage. Can he see it? Does he know that it’s pounding for him?
“What if we don’t?” Finn wraps his hand behind my neck.
“My family would never approve,” I whisper.
“Maybe you don’t give them enough credit.” He kisses my forehead.
“Maybe.” I don’t know though. There’s a reason the guys all stayed away before. I’m not sheltered but I’m definitely cared for. My mom and Tom have always been super-protective.
“We should get back.” Finn doesn’t release me but lowers his lips to caress mine as he says, “Or we can skip to the afterparty.”
I laugh. “Didn’t we—”
“No, flower. We need to do a whole hell of a lot more than just that. I want to feel your pussy milk my cock dry.” He captures my lips and I open beneath him, sliding my tongue against his. A sigh escapes me.
I want that too. He lifts his head and his green eyes lock on mine. “But the others will hunt me down and torture me if I don’t bring you back.”
When I shrug and give him a feisty smile, he chuckles and draws me toward the door.
“If you keep looking at me like that, flower, we’ll be so late, no one will believe you were just crying.”
“That’s not really a compelling argument, you know?” I slide my hand over my dress and necklace to make sure everything is in place.
“We don’t need anyone telling your mother you snuck off with Finn Lawson at a fundraiser.” He arches an eyebrow as he opens the hidden door. “They’d be on the next flight home.”
He’s not wrong. If I ever tell her about them, I want her to hear it from me. I touch my lips. If …