Chapter Fourteen #3
When Finn asked if we could hang out, I thought that’s exactly what we’d do.
I’d spend another hour or two trying to hide my feelings, all while memorizing every word and smile between us.
Instead, Finn calls my bluff, and I’m about to fold.
How could I not? He’s curiously shy one moment, confident as fuck the next, and I’m left reeling.
This sweet, funny, beautiful man wants me, and I want him.
“Stop thinking,” he demands. “Kiss me.”
I should say no, tell Finn I lied. If that doesn’t work, there’s gotta be some way I can make him see sense. There’s no point in crossing this line because what are we going to do tomorrow?
Don’t let your dick lead…
Too late.
The only thing that’s real right now is Finn.
Selfishly, I want him. Fuck everything else.
My first hit of Finn and I know that one kiss won’t be enough.
He tastes like beer, salt, and sex, and when his hot tongue plays with mine, no hesitation, I let out the loudest, filthiest moan.
I trace the curve of his plump lips, warm and soft as he eagerly kisses me back.
My hands find their way down to his ass, pulling him in tight, and he thrusts his hips in response.
Jesus, there’s no denying that I’m hard, and he’s hard too.
Finn wants this. He wants me.
Too bad wanting and reality are two different things.
I’m waiting for Finn to freak out, but the opposite happens; he angles his head and sucks on my tongue, and whatever reservations I’m holding onto, incinerate.
Lust snatches hold of me and I’m not going to fight it.
Finn grips my neck, boldly taking control of the kiss, and my knees are about to give out.
I’m not prepared for this. For him. How can one taste be so fucking addictive?
My hands squeeze his ass cheeks, two perfect handfuls.
Finn growls and cants his hips, rocking faster, harder, and we rut against each other without pause.
I’d do just about anything to keep touching him, anything…
It’s only when Finn pulls at the hem of my shirt and runs his fingers over the bare skin on my abs that I startle and pull back.
I’m breathless, shaking, so turned on that one more touch will send me over the edge.
Finn’s lips are swollen, his cheeks flushed, and I wish it was daylight so I could see those unforgettable dimples.
It’s a kiss, one kiss, just a kiss.
Is it? How can I ignore my gut? Something major’s shifting inside me and I worry it can’t be undone.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to say, “This is a mistake,” until I notice Finn shaking his head, his gaze filled with a knowing expression.
He can read through my bullshit. I blink, and all I can see are beautiful hazel eyes, shining with heat and vulnerability.
It stops me in my tracks. The thought of hurting him hurts me. So much, I rub my chest for comfort.
One thing I know for sure, I need to be very careful about what comes out of my mouth in the next few seconds.
Then, I don’t need to.
“I knew it,” Finn admits and runs his callused fingertips along my abs, teasing me, making me shudder.
My cock throbs painfully and my balls draw up tight.
“I knew it would be amazing,” he whispers. “But if we kiss like that again, I’m not leaving this room, and I don’t think we’re ready for that.”
Finn’s younger but infinitely wiser.
Suddenly, it hits me like a wicked rebound: Finn’s never been with a guy before.
“We’re not.”
My voice is hoarse with need, but I force myself to step back and give Finn space. He’s right. He’s not ready, and fuck, neither am I. Case in point, I’m trembling, head to foot. From one kiss. One incendiary, best-of-my-life kiss.
Finn slowly steps away and my hands itch to stop him.
“But Sel—” He pauses before reaching the door.
“Yes?”
“I want more. I want it with you.”
Before I can form a reply, he’s gone, leaving me alone, shaking with frustration.
I stumble across the room and flop down on my bed, rubbing my sensitive lips, wondering what just happened.
I want him too, but how? This is Finn. My teammate.
I’ve never crossed that line before, and now I’ve skated right over it, we both have, not to mention our friendship.
Lying alone in the dark, I wonder what the hell I’m going to do about this situation.
Unfortunately, my cock isn’t concerned with lines and rules, and I replay our kiss until I’m desperately fucking my fist, coming so hard make a mess of the duvet. Depleted, overwhelmed, I pass out cold, but only for a couple of hours, then I toss and turn for the rest of the night.
When I finally do wake up, my immediate thought is how badly I want to wake up next to Finn, followed by no, deny, it didn’t happen.
It did, but it can’t happen again.
Before I get a chance to figure out what I’m going to say when I see him, my phone beeps and my heart takes off running.
Only, it’s not a message from Finn, but from Berg.
Berg: We need to talk.
Sel: What’s up?
Berg: My room, five minutes.
Sel: Okay, what’s so urgent?
Berg: I’ll tell you when you get here.