Chapter 24
Vee
Nearly fourteen years ago * New Years Eve
My pulse raced as Fin unlocked the hotel room door and pushed it inward.
The din of the hallway was replaced by the hum of the heating as we stepped in to the standard room.
Fin hit a switch illuminating two large lamps on each of the bedside stands.
Clutching my wool coat, I turned, taking in the one king-sized bed, a TV sitting on top of a chest of drawers, two bedside stands, and a chair with an ottoman.
The cold-winter Lexington skyline shimmered stories below through the uncovered window.
The click and scuff of Fin sliding the chain lock into place set my nerves on full alert.
I turned back toward Fin.
My date, my boyfriend…he was incredibly handsome.
I saw the way the other girls looked at him at the dance.
Some leered even as they were in another guy’s embrace.
I marveled that after these six months, we were still together.
Maybe it was because I saw more to him than just the starting quarterback.
I saw the man underneath, the one who excelled at play calls and struggled with managerial economics.
I saw the man who strived to eat healthy but always treated himself to a donut the morning after a game.
He partied with his teammates to not appear antisocial, but preferred secluded restaurants where he wasn’t recognized or hanging out in one of our apartments.
He dressed up when necessary but lived to lounge around in nylon shorts and t-shirts.
His football abilities were praiseworthy. It was the man who he was underneath who had stolen my heart. The first night we met, he saved me from some drunk teammates. When practices started, he made it clear that I was off-limits.
Fin wasn’t overbearing, yet his presence was known.
That didn’t cause a problem between me and the other players. If anything, it opened a door for friendships without the awkward sexual tension. To most of the team I was just Vee. After living my life as Reid Hubbard’s daughter, it was a refreshing change.
Being simply Vee or Abby to Fin also made him unique. The way he looked at me, the shimmer in his blue eyes, and the way we could laugh together was all without pretense. Once again, the ability to be me, not the heiress to the Coopers, was exhilarating.
Fin’s suit coat was undone, his tie gone, and his collar unbuttoned. His sapphire-blue stare radiated between his prominent brow and chiseled chin, scanning over me from my hair to my red high-heeled shoes, lingering on all the places in between.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Vee.”
I swallowed and forced a smile. “We didn’t need to leave the dance early.”
Fin pulled off his suit coat and tossed it onto the carpeting. “Those assholes were drinking way too much. The season might be over, but I don’t want to be associated with a frat party and underage drinking.
“You got me a few drinks.” I grinned. “I’m not twenty-one yet.”
“Only a few.”
“You don’t want me drunk?” I teased.
Fin came closer and opened my winter coat. His chest rose and fell with his deep breaths as he peered down at my strapless dress. With a brush of his fingers, my coat slipped from my shoulders.
“No, Vee. I want you lucid as can be and fully aware of what you’re saying and doing.”
I lifted my hands to his wide shoulders, pressing my hips against his muscular thighs and hips. “I know what I’m doing.”
He wrapped his arms around me, finding my dress’s zipper and tugged. The red satin parted in the back and slithered down my body, leaving me standing in my lace panties, bra, and red high heels surrounded by a red puddle.
“Fuck me, Vee. Every guy at that dance had his eyes on you.”
A soft giggle came from my throat. “I think it was every girl who was watching you.”
The loss of clothing made me shiver, sending goose bumps over my flesh.
“Cold?”
“A little,” I admitted.
To my surprise, Fin unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his muscular chest, and wrapped it over my shoulders. The warm material filled my senses with Fin’s signature sandalwood scent.
“There, that will help while I catch up to you.”
Tugging my lower lip with my teeth, I watched with bated breath as Fin went to the king-sized bed and pulled back the covers, exposing fresh white sheets.
He kicked off his shoes, unbuckled his belt, and freed the belt from its loops.
His pants fell to the carpet, soon joined by his socks.
Lastly, he came to me, offering me his hand.
“We only need to do what you’re comfortable doing. ”
Willingly, I laid mine in his and stepped away from the red satin puddle. I looked up. “I trust you. You’ve never given me a reason not to.”
He led me to the bed.
“I want to finally be inside you.”
Swallowing, I nodded. “I think I want that too.” I climbed onto the mattress and sat on my bent legs.
Fin grinned. “It’s time to lose my shirt.”
Without hesitation I pulled it off my shoulders and threw it to the carpet.
“Come on, Vee. Yes or no?” He reached for the closest lamp and switched it off.
“Yes,” I said, tilting my head. “Just leave the other light on, okay?”
“Fine by me. I love watching you come.” Placing his fists on the side of the bed, Fin crawled in my direction. Fist, knee, knee, and then fist. His shoulders shifted as his gaze remained laser focused. Fin was a giant predator stalking his prey. The visualization twisted my core.
I was his prey. Yet, it wasn’t fear coursing through my circulation but anticipation.
“I-I…” I took a breath and lifted my hand to his shoulder. “I’m not stupid, Fin. I know how this works. But…”
“But?”
“I wouldn’t mind if you told me what to do, what you want.”
He effortlessly unsnapped my strapless bra and tossed it on the ground, his attention on my breasts before looking up to my eyes. “You want me to be in control?”
I nodded.
All at once, I was lying on my back and Fin was over me, straddling my torso with a smile filled with promise. A giggle escaped my lips as I looked up at him.
“It’s a two-way street,” he said. “I like control. What do you like?”
Warmth filled my cheeks. “I like it when you go down on me.”
His smile quirked as Fin shimmied down my legs, dragging my black lace panties with him until they were lost somewhere on the carpet with the rest of our clothes. With me fully nude, the only barrier to tonight’s objective was Fin’s boxer briefs.
“Spread your legs for me.”
I lost myself to his deep baritone timbre.
“Good girl.”
This was so unlike me, Maeve Hubbard. I was the person who sought control in all things.
Group projects, I always volunteered to be the leader.
With the football team, I took on the role of organizer of the water people.
Trusting others when there was a goal at stake didn’t come second nature to me.
I could blame this trait on my father. He was very much a take-charge person.
He’d passed that on to me, his only child.
And yet with Fin, I willingly surrendered that which was second nature.
As he buried his face between my thighs, I appreciated the amazing freedom in submission.
Free to feel.
Free to let go.
Free to fly.
The discovery was new and intriguing.
I gripped the white sheets as Fin sucked and licked my core.
My pussy convulsed when he eased one and then two long fingers inside me.
Panting for breath, I felt the tightening as my insides twisted, tighter and tighter.
Keeping his fingers busy, his lips moved upward—my lower stomach, my stomach, up to my breasts.
More licks and sucks. When his teeth joined the fray, I called out his name.
“Open your eyes.”
I did as he said.
“Good girl.”
His sapphire stare met mine with our noses close enough to touch. His kiss tasted like me as his tongue tangoed with mine. I wasn’t sure when he’d removed his boxer briefs, but I knew by the probe and weight of his penis against my stomach, it was free.
“I want to be inside you,” he said.
“I want that too.”
After directing his cock to my folds, Fin reached for my wrists, lifting them above my head. The movement caused my back to arch. Again, he gave his attention to my breasts. I was so wound up by what he was doing that the jolt of his penetration caught me off guard.
Instinctively, I pulled at my wrists.
Fin didn’t loosen his grip.
“Vee, are you still with me?”
Opening my eyes, I nodded, his handsome face blurry with my tears.
Fin leaned down, kissing and licking each cheek before slowly moving his length and girth within me.
The pain began to subside. My body relaxed.
As I did, he released my wrists and all at once, I ran my fingers over the muscles in his shoulders.
The freedom to move was a gift that added pleasure to what we were doing.
The pleasure built, not as much as with his mouth, but it was there.
Fin’s thrusts came faster as the muscles and tendons in his neck and shoulders strained. The changes in his facial expressions created a truly marvelous show as he came. Fin’s grunts and deep guttural roar filled the air.
He collapsed his weight over me, before bending at the waist and staring down at me. “Shit, are you okay?”
A smile came to my lips. “Better than okay.”
Fin smoothed my hair away from my face. “You were perfect.”
Never had three words meant as much.