Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Frankie
I had never shut down for the day so quickly in my life. You could lick the floor, that was how perfectly shined the front café and Peacock were. Both spaces were locked promptly at 5 pm, and I moved in a haze through the zoo back to the vet hospital. I was barely able to lift my hand to wave at Hannah as the keeper wandered past.
I was levitating, practically jumping out of my skin. What would it be like? I couldn’t even begin to imagine, but I had a feeling it would be really, really good.
When I entered the back of the vet hospital, Finch must’ve heard because she called from the treatment room, “Have a good day, babe?”
“Babe,” I heard Dove snicker.
“A great one, love,” I called back, and I knew Finch would be smiling. How? I had no idea, but I would’ve bet good money she was currently wearing that cheeky, lopsided grin, the one that made her cheeks dimple.
There was something incredibly fun about sneaking around, about fooling everyone. It was like we were playing house and no one knew. I hoped tonight wouldn’t change that. I’d promised Finch I could handle casual sex and I needed to not let it get weird between us. This felt like a good stepping stone into a real relationship with a woman.
“I’m almost done here,” Finch called. “Looking forward to tonight, babe.”
My heart punched a hole in my ribcage at that.
“I am literally standing right here,” Dove muttered. “Control yourself. You’re worse than Loki.”
“Comparing me to a teenage baboon, nice,” Finch replied.
“I’m hopping in the shower, see you in a bit,” I called as I raced the rest of the way up the stairs and fled to the shower. I needed to shave everything from below my eyeballs all the way down to my hobbit toes. I would buff my skin raw and scrub my much-neglected pussy until she was fucking pristine because oh my god, Finch might be touching her tonight.
When I emerged from the bathroom, I leapt backward. Finch stood in the middle of the kitchen, dropping her phone onto the magnetic charge stand.
“Uh.” Finch looked at me with a confused laugh. “Boo?”
She sat backwards on the kitchen chair, still in her scrubs, a stethoscope still hanging around her neck, and she looked like the sexiest fucking doctor I’d ever seen. I wished she’d straddle me like that , I thought, making my blush even more furious.
“Sorry, I was in my own world,” I said with an awkward laugh. It was only then I realized I only had a towel wrapped mostly around me, the slit rising all the way up to my hip. “Um, I’ll go get changed.”
“Why?” Finch asked. “I’m just going to take your clothes off again.” My mouth fell open. “Unless you’re having second thoughts, which is seriously fine. I’m only into what you’re comfortable with?—”
“I’m not having second thoughts,” I cut in, practically leaping forward at that. I would never forgive myself if I chickened out now. “Are you . . . having second thoughts?”
Finch’s eyes trailed down my body, snagging on the bare skin of my hip where the towel didn’t completely close over, and my heart lurched into my throat. “Absolutely not.”
“Okay.”
“Okay,” she echoed with a rueful smile. “So you want to go my room?”
“Yeah,” I said, straightening my towel and trying to walk with some modicum of confidence to her room, even while it felt like my chest was vibrating with nerves. I flicked the bright overhead lights off when I walked in and headed straight to Finch’s bedside lamp.
“What are you doing?” she asked before I could reach it.
“Turning the light off?”
“Why?”
“I . . .” I shrugged. I really didn’t want to be butt naked with a whole ass light on. Shadows could conceal a lot of my anxiety. “You want it on?”
“Goldilocks.” Finch swept a hand through her hair before taking off her stethoscope and hanging it over the back of her door handle. I knew that tone, and my gut clenched because it was hard to hear it. “I have no idea how to say this without just saying it, but since we’re just messing around casually, no feelings,” she said carefully, “I’m just going to be blunt and tell you.”
My pulse ratcheted faster. “Tell me what?”
“I really, really want to see you naked.”
My mouth fell open. “Oh.”
“Respectfully,” she said, holding out her hands.
We both gave each other a perplexed look before erupting into laughter. The absurdity of the moment caught up with us, and I couldn’t stop the rolling belly laughter until Finch took a step toward me. When her hand touched my bare arm, I sobered up real quick.
Nerves wobbled my voice as I said, “Okay, well, you have to get naked too then.”
“I mean, I was planning on it.” She grinned, reaching back without hesitation and removing her scrubs top. She stood before me in a black sports bra, her scrubs low on her hips as she kicked her wool socks off to the corner of the room.
“Thank you for showing me what this is all about,” I said, my voice coming out all breathy.
Finch laughed again, a sexy, rasping laugh that was better than foreplay. “The pleasure is all mine, Goldilocks,” she crooned. “But being with a woman isn’t like being abducted to another sex planet,” she teased. “I don’t think you’re going to require any instruction, other than maybe a reminder to get out of your head and have some fun?”
“Right,” I said, forcing my shoulders down as she hooked her hands into her pants and pulled them down.
She stepped out of them, revealing her black boxer briefs. I could feel the heat rising through every cell in my body as I took her in. Her skin was a beautiful, smooth olive tone, muscled and athletic in a way that made my mouth go dry. She was masculine and feminine in all my favorite ways, this beautiful cocktail that seemed mixed especially for me, like she’d walked right out of my most secret fantasies.
She took a step back to me until she was a hair’s breadth away. “Is it okay if I kiss you now?” she asked tauntingly.
“Uh-huh,” I said, barely able to get the words out.
“Get out of your head, Goldilocks,” she said, leaning down and brushing a light kiss to my lips. “If you want to stop, just tell me, okay? If you want to change things, just tell me. If you want more . . .”
“Just tell you?”
She nodded, her eyes transfixed on my mouth. “These lips,” she murmured as if speaking only to herself.
This time, I decided to be bold and bridged the distance between us. I kissed Finch with more eagerness. I’d never felt anything like when I kissed her. It was as if my heart were exploding and I liked it.
Finch’s hands slid up my sides, one hand tangling in my hair while the other snaked around my back. The little sound that caught at the back of her throat set me on fire. My hands that had strained with the effort of not touching her were finally released and they roved over her sides and down to squeeze her firm ass and rove up her sides. She groaned into my mouth.
“Take your towel off.” She pulled me back into a kiss before I could reply, as if she couldn’t keep her lips off me. “Please,” she begged against my mouth.
I smiled and our teeth knocked together. We both laughed as she took a step back. My pulse galloped through every vein as I dropped my towel. I stood there for a second, terrified, feeling like I’d just leapt out of a plane without a parachute. I wondered if every stretch mark and dimple was being scrutinized. I kept my gaze downcast, heat building in my cheeks, my eyes pricking with unwelcome tears.
Before I could spiral out though, Finch’s body came into view and her fingers lifted my chin gently to meet her eyes. When I looked up, she was wearing that roguish grin, her eyes hooded with lust.
“Frankie?”
“Yeah?”
“You are so fucking beautiful,” she whispered. “I’m going to worship every inch of your body until you believe me.”
Air stole from my lungs as I finally rasped out, “Okay.”
Finch’s smile grew as she closed the distance again, kissing me with growing intensity as her hands smoothed over my skin. I gasped each breath between our kisses as her hands skimmed over my ass and up to cup one breast. Circling my nipple with her thumb, she rolled it into a peak as my breath hitched.
I was flooded with desire, kissing her like I might be able to consume her very essence into me. Desperate. This was meant to be casual, fun, but Finch matched my intensity, kissing me as if she needed me just as badly. I gave in to the intoxicating rush. She spun me to the bed and prowled on top of me, kissing me again before dropping her mouth to one breast and then the other. I writhed beneath her as she kissed across the dips and valleys of my belly to the top of my thighs.
“Open your legs,” she commanded, and I did. “Wider.” She grabbed me by the knees and bared me to her. “Every sweet inch. I promised you, didn’t I?”
I couldn’t reply, breathless and trembling with anticipation.
She kissed up the inside of my thigh, nibbling at the dimpled skin and licking her way higher until I was practically floating off the bed in a heady cloud of desire. She traced a finger down my center, parting my flesh, opening me wider to her as her mouth dropped to my clit.
The garbled moan I let out made her hum against my pussy, pleased with my sounds. She licked me up and down in slow, measured strokes, as if she had all the time in the world to feast on me.
“That feels so good.” I panted, barely able to get the words out as she licked me over and over, building me higher. “Oh god.”
Finch grabbed my wrist and brought my hand to her head. I grabbed a clump of her hair, holding on for dear life as I began moving against her mouth. It was already too much. I was going to shatter apart. Just the thought of the most stunning human on the entire planet devouring me had my core slick with desire.
As if hearing my silent thoughts, Finch’s fingers circled my entrance, dipping in and out of me deeper and deeper as her tongue continued its trail up and down, up and down.
“Yes,” I moaned as she hooked her fingers, massaging my inner walls.
She did it again, and before I could control myself, I was breaking. My orgasm exploded through me, my sound a rasping gasp, so sharp and all-encompassing, I couldn’t control the sounds escaping me. Every cell in me tingled with that sweet ecstasy, wringing me out and making me whole again. When my pussy finally stopped clenching around Finch’s fingers, she released me.
I thought she might just walk away, might go wash her mouth out like Jake used to . . . before he gave up entirely. Thought she’d maybe give me a high five and say goodnight. Was that how casual hookups ended? Instead, she slowly trailed kisses back up the way she’d come, as if she needed to taste every stretch mark and freckle, worshipping my body just as she’d promised she would.
When she reached my mouth, she kissed me deeply, the taste of my own release on her tongue.
“Oh, sweet little Goldilocks,” she purred. “You and I are going to have all sorts of fun together, aren’t we?”
My tentative hands strolled along her sides as she lay next to me. I strayed my fingers to the waistband of her boxers. Emboldened by her reverent touches, I dipped a finger beneath the band suggestively. “Do you want me to . . . ?”
A wicked curve graced Finch’s lips. “Do you want to?”
My mischievous smile matched her own. “Show me what you like.”
She took my hand and guided it into her boxers, skimming over the trimmed hairs between her legs.
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to hang on very long.” She groaned as she slid my fingers across her clit. She led me, circling them, her hand over mine, showing me exactly what she liked. I could feel she was already dripping wet. The thought had my pussy clenching again. That she was so turned on by eating me out . . . I didn’t know that was possible.
“Like this?” I whispered into her ear, kissing down her neck.
She only let out a confirming groan before releasing my hand, letting me fly solo. I continued circling her as she ground her hips up into my touch, her breathing growing ragged.
“Fuck, Frankie, yes.” She moaned, turning and burying her face into my shoulder. “Yes.”
She lifted her chin, claiming my mouth right as she came. I kissed her back, consuming her every desperate breath as she rocked beneath my touch. Our mouths fused as I circled her through the last echoes of her orgasm before finally releasing her.
She collapsed back down, sweat slicking her brow, a sated smile on her face, and I felt a strange sort of pride that I was the one to make her come undone like that.
“That was an excellent first lesson,” I said, sweeping the tangled hair off my face.
Finch chuckled, a sleepy smile on her face. “I am an excellent teacher,” she teased, rolling onto her side and propping her head up with her hand. “But this lesson isn’t over yet.”
My eyes widened in surprise. “No?”
Her eyes dropped back to my mouth as she shook her head. “Welcome to my world, Goldilocks,” she said. “Our night has only just begun.”