Chapter 26
Finn
Finn woke up, the scent of a woman tickling his nose.
Jasmine, possibly. Whose perfume was it this time?
Groggily he stretched one arm over his head.
The other was trapped under the woman in his bed.
She was somewhat cocooned in the duvet, and barely discernible.
Foggily, he ran his hand down his face, dragging his fingertips against his stubble.
Shit. Sam! The woman was Sam! Hell yeah!
Fully awake now, in all ways, Finn gently pressed the duvet away from her face, his heart contracting tightly when his eyes confirmed that his biggest and most longed for wish had come true.
Sam Harrington was in his bed. They’d spent a second night together.
And he’d told her he loved her. And she loved him right back.
Breathing gently, worried that he might wake her up just by being awake himself, he lay back, beaming up at the ceiling.
Damn. This was unreal, it was brilliant.
Joy and amazement washed over him. She was his.
He was most definitely hers. They were together, as they always should have been.
He looked over at her again as she curled into him, somehow managing to still hog the duvet.
She looked like she belonged there, tangled up in his sheets, snoring lightly.
That’s because she does. His heart gave a jolt as the thought struck him.
She is right where she always should have been.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Finn felt his initial euphoria flatten a little.
He’d spent years waking up next to women whose names blurred together, never staying, never committing to any of them, except for Harper.
She was the closest he’d ever gotten to commitment and that was only because he’d been convinced that Sam was going to make something of it with Ethan.
Christ, so much time had been wasted. It hit him like a ton of bricks.
They could have had this—this precise moment, and the last two nights—and they’d let a stupid promise get between them.
Well, that and Jake Harrington. He groaned inwardly.
How many times had Jake warned him off Sam?
Too many. He should’ve told Jake to mind his own business long ago, but he’d been afraid.
Afraid of causing a row, afraid of being blacklisted, afraid of losing an Olympic medal.
Well, now he had one and its shine faded in comparison to this moment.
He swallowed and turned gently on his side so that he could look at her sleep.
His gaze traced the curve of her cheek, the way her lashes rested against her skin.
The way her hair draped over her shoulders, finally free from its usual braid.
She snored softly and he laughed quietly, his chest shaking as she draped her arm over his waist. She moved against him, her warm, soft body sending waves of desire through him.
His cock, fully awake now that he’d realized it was Sam in his bed, quivered.
Finn didn’t move. It was early, too early.
He always woke before his alarm on competition days, thriving on the buzz and the mental preparation he loved doing before a run.
Today was his last event, the men’s freestyle halfpipe.
Normally he’d be up, but this wasn’t a normal morning, and there was no way he was going to wake Sam.
They’d worn themselves out in bed last night, and she needed her sleep.
Softly kissing the top of her head, a dull ache settled in his chest. They could’ve had this years ago.
He could’ve held her after tough days, kissed her before competitions, made her laugh, and scream, in hotel rooms across the world.
Instead, he’d let other people—her father—convince him she was off-limits.
That he wasn’t good enough. Because that’s what it was all about, really.
He wasn’t good enough. Did Sam ever think that?
Had Jake told her to stay away from him?
Finn clenched his jaw, his erection subsiding as his anger built up.
Jake Harrington was wrong. He was good enough—he was damn well brilliant and perfect for Sam.
Sam shifted, letting out a small sigh as she curled closer to him, her fingers brushing against his chest.
“Morning,” she whispered sleepily, her eyes still closed.
“Hey,” he whispered back, his arms encircling her tightly, as if he couldn’t bear to let her go. “How’d you sleep?”
“Like a log,” Sam murmured. “Best sleep I’ve had in ages.”
Finn smiled. “That’s good.”
Her eyes fluttered open and he stared down into them, a panic creeping over him.
This was Sam—his best friend. The person who knew him better than anyone else in the world.
The one girl he thought he’d never have.
Everything was different now. The weight of change settled heavily in the pit of his stomach.
His pulse quickened. What if this wasn’t real—what if it was just another passing romance?
Swallowing he tried to smile as she stretched in his arms. Please let this be real. Please let this last.
Sam nuzzled the tip of her nose against his chest. “What’s up? You look like you want to run away—please don’t.”
Please don’t. Her words made him smile. Run away, like hell he would. “I most definitely don’t want to run away.”
“Good.” She wrapped her arms around him as he lay back. “Because I’d be lost without you.”
Finn closed his eyes for a second. “Pinch me, will you?”
Sam giggled. “What?”
“Pinch me—I need to know this is not a dream.”
“I won’t pinch you,” Sam whispered, kissing his chest. “That would be mean.”
She slipped on top of him, her warm body straddling him, the duvet over her shoulders casting her body in a shadow, all curves and heat.
The gold shine of her Olympic medal where it lay between her breasts caught his eye.
She’d worn it, and nothing else, in bed last night, as he’d asked her to.
“But I will do this.” She leaned forward and kissed him deeply, her mouth warm, her lips soft.
Her softest, sweetest, most intimate parts pressed down on his cock as it pulsed with desire.
Shit, Sam, this moment. She felt so good, better than he’d ever imagined.
Any thoughts of competition prep dissolved from his mind as he lost himself in Sam.
Her hips moved slowly, up and down, pressing his cock deeper against her slick folds.
She sighed against his lips. “Does this feel real enough?” Instinctively his hands tightened on her ass, holding her as he moved gently against her.
Are you kidding me? He gritted his teeth as she rolled her hips, dragging a helpless moan from him.
“Hell yeah,” he growled. “So unbelievably real.”
“I need you.” She held his jaw with one hand, pushing his head back while dropping tiny hot kisses over his neck, biting him gently on that tender spot where his neck curved to his collarbone. “I need you inside me.”
His cock hardened. “Damn.” His hands moved to her hips, gripping her tightly. She was destroying his resolve. She was wrecking him.
Sam rocked against him, slow and teasing, wet and hot, her tongue dipping into his mouth before she tenderly bit his bottom lip.
“Didn’t you hear me?” She grasped his hair. She pulled his head back gently and stared into his eyes. “I need you. Inside me.”
His body responded before his mind could. His pulse hammered through his body as she nibbled his ear.
“Give me two seconds.” His hand shot out, blindly searching his bedside locker until he found the small foil packet.
Her teeth grazed his bottom lip. His pulse pounded.
The crinkle of foil sent a rush of heat through him.
He groaned as she shifted, then she pressed down, just right, sliding down his length as a guttural moan escaped her pink lips.
The sound of her moan almost made him come.
Swallowing, he ran his hands down her body as she shifted and leaned back, the duvet falling from her shoulders as she braced her hands behind her, hard against his thighs.
The smooth arch of her body as she moved was bathed in the dim light.
Finn couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Her head was thrown back, her long blonde hair fell in waves, glimmering in the shadows.
She was stunning. Flushed. Wicked. And completely in control.
She raised her hips, then sank down deeper, plunging down on him, as if she couldn’t get enough of him.
Finn threw his head back against the pillow as her softness tightened around him, clenching and stroking him with her hot wetness.
His hands clamped on her hips, desperate to keep himself grounded.
She moved, faster, harder, her hand sliding down her body to touch herself.
Her fingers slipping into her folds as she tightened around his cock.
Goddamn it, she was amazing. Finn’s body was strung so tight he thought he might snap.
Every muscle burned with restraint as she writhed above him, crying out as she brought herself to the edge.
Her wetness surrounded him, every slick, hot slide of her body on his tormenting him.
Heat coiled deep in his core, tightening as she pulsed and cried out his name again.
Christ, he’d never get enough of her screaming his name.
His breathing ragged, his eyes on hers as pleasure gathered, sharp and unbearable, rushing him to join her.
“Sam—” he growled, half a plea, half warning.
“Let go,” she breathed out in a rush. “Come with me.”