Chapter Twenty-Eight - Finn
Chapter Twenty-Eight
FINN
I WRAP ONE HAND around her waist and cup the back of her neck, pulling her to me, my lips covering hers. She has to tell me to stop, I need her to. Tell me she doesn’t want this. I’ll end it here and now…even if it’s the hardest thing I’ll ever have to do, because I want her. There is nothing I want more than to push her up against this wall and fuck her senseless. I want to feel her body tremble underneath me as I worship her over and over again. “Shortcake,” I whisper against her mouth. “Tell me to stop.” She doesn’t. “Michaela," I groan.
“Finn–”
My lips lightly dusk along the skin of her jaw to her ear. “Tell me to stop, and I will, but fuck... You need to tell me what you want.” Shallow breaths fall from her lips as I nip softly at the sensitive spot where her neck and jaw meet. “Say it, Shortcake.” I pull away to stare down at her, cradling her burning cheeks in my hands. Her blue eyes darker than ever before. “What do you want?”
It feels like an eternity before she whispers, “You."
I grasp the back of her head and pull her mouth to mine. The kiss hungry and desperate, Michaela matches my intensity, like she's been craving it since the last time. She slips the coat from her shoulders letting it fall at our feet. An involuntary growl resonates deep in my throat when she twists her hands in my hair. My hands down her back and squeeze her ass lifting her feet from the ground and pushing her against the wall. Her legs wrap around my waist, and she grinds against me.
I pull away from her mouth and bury my face in her neck, the sweet scents of strawberry, raspberry, and rose fill my nose. She smells delicious. When I suck on the sensitive skin, a soft moan of approval shoots straight to my cock. Fingers slip beneath the hem of her shirt, skating across the skin of her abdomen as I tug lifting it over her head. She tosses her head back, fingers digging in my hair when my mouth meets her skin again. I trail down her exposed neck to the valley between her breasts. My left hand reaches behind her to undo the clasp of her bra but finds nothing.
A breathless chuckle, “Front clasp." Her manicured hands undo the clasp without hesitation letting the black lace article fall next to her shirt. My mouth waters at the sight. She gasps when I take her right nipple in my mouth, my tongue swirling over it. I gently tug on the peaked bud with my teeth, letting my tongue soothe over it before doing the same to the other.
"Where do you want me to fuck you, Shortcake?" I leave a trail of open mouth kisses up her neck. "Here?" I roll my hips into hers. "The couch?" A kiss against her collarbone. "The bed?" A lick along her jaw before a soft nibble on her ear. "The window?" I chuckle softly when she gasps at the suggestion. "What? Don't want everyone in the city to know who you belong to?"
"Are you saying I belong to you?"
The question sits between us – the mood shifting with each passing moment. I’ve backed myself into a corner without any idea how to get out of it. She doesn't belong to me, not yet, but fuck I can't help but wish she did. I’m not sure she wants that. Not sure she wants me the same way I want her. What am I supposed to say?
Michaela slowly drops her legs from my waist, the only sound is her boots against the wood floors as she finds her footing. This wasn't supposed to happen. We weren’t supposed to do this again, or at all. I'm not supposed to like her, but somewhere in the past few months, things have changed. I’ve changed. She’s not the annoying, bratty kid who gets in the middle of everything anymore. She’s not just Josh’s little sister. Just the thought of her makes me smile. “Michaela," I grip her wrist when she bends for her shirt, but she tugs away.
"Finn, don't." She pulls her shirt over her head. "I can't do this. I can't be some placeholder anymore." Finally, she meets my gaze, and the look in her eyes threatens to break my heart. "I get it, okay? You just needed someone to let a little steam off, and I was there... But, I can't be that for you. Not anymore. Not again."
"That's not–"
"I didn't mean for this to happen." Michaela pulls her coat back over her shoulders, "I should go."
Am I about to let her walk out after that? Feeling like she's only a placeholder in my life until something better comes along. Like some kind of toy that can be tossed aside. No, I can’t. I won’t.
Fuck, Josh is gonna kill me.
"I don't want this to be a one-time thing, Michaela." At my words, she freezes in the open doorway, her hand holding the doorknob. I grip her chin and force her to look at me. Confusion swims in her ocean eyes. Confusion. Fear. Hurt. Lust. It's all there. “I have no idea what this means, I am just as confused as you are, but I know I don't want this to be a one or two-time thing."
"Why now?"
"I don't have that answer for you. I wish I did, but I don't. I wish I could tell you that I've been in love with you since we were young, but…I can't." Tugging her hand, I gently close the door once she's back inside. I cradle her face in my hands resting my forehead against hers. "I can’t let you walk out that door feeling like you are anything less than perfect. You are not a game, Michaela. You are so much more than that.”
Soft, gentle pecks against her lips, but soon it's not enough. I need more, and so does she. I can tell by the way she pulls my mouth down on hers. Her laugh breaks the kiss when I lift her off her feet. It's only a brief moment before her lips find mine again and I carry her to my bedroom. Her legs slide down to stand stripping her coat and then her shirt, her bra...allowing us to pick up exactly where we left off.
Michaela falls on the bed as I reach behind my back grabbing a fistful of shirt and pulling it over my head. Her eyes brighten and her fingers reach out to trace my abdomen, "You're beautiful."
"I've been called a lot of things, but never beautiful.” I smirk down at her.
"Take the compliment, Sheffield," she warns, tugging the waistband of my sweats, bringing me closer.
"Yes ma'am." She rolls her eyes when I mock a salute, and I laugh, bending down to kiss her. She opens her mouth in invitation, and I oblige, letting my tongue caress hers. A soft whimper when I pull away to settle on my knees in front of her. I tug the zippers of her boots before they fall to the floor with a thud – each one makes her jump slightly. "A little antsy, are we?" I grin up at her, but she's not the only one. I can't wait to get my hands on her, to feel her writhe underneath me as she comes undone.
"Finn, as much as I love the foreplay," she cups the back of my neck pulling me into a hard kiss. "I'd much rather have you inside me."
Holy. Shit.
Wasting no more time, my mouth fuses to hers. My fingers work the buttons of her jeans, and they're never-ending – okay, who brought back button-flies? But she brings my attention back to her nipping at my bottom lip, soft at first and then a little harder. Fuck, this woman is going to end me. I can't get enough of it. Finishing the buttons, I order her to lift her hips, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her pants and underwear to shimmy them down her legs.
"Drawer," I motion towards the floating nightstand. She obliges quickly crawling to search through the drawer for a condom. I stand shoving my sweatpants down my legs as she holds the foiled wrapper in the air like a metal. I chuckle, taking it from her and ripping the package before rolling it up the length of my straining erection.
I match the smile she offers when I finally settle between her thighs. It's a little nervous and I can't help but feel the same. Something is different this time. Every kiss, every touch, feels different. This isn't a one-and-done thing, it’s the beginning of something new. We can both feel it, and it scares the shit out of me.
"I need you," Michaela says and wraps her hand around me, bringing the head of my cock to her entrance.
I cradle the side of her face and push inside her. She arches into me, taking me deeper. Each thrust deeper than the next, her moans go straight to my cock. The way she moves under me, the noises she makes, the way she takes me oh so good ...it's too much, I'm not going to be able to hold back much longer. "Fuck baby," I murmur against her neck.
When I meet her blue-eyed gaze, I feel it, like a tugging deep inside—something I’ve never experienced with anyone else. The shine in her eyes in the moonlight tells me she feels it too. She reaches up to cup my cheek, and I turn into her palm, pressing my lips against her warm skin. Our bodies move together in tandem. I cover her mouth with mine, swallowing her moans of pleasure. Her hands roam my chest, my biceps, and my shoulders as I roll my hips into her, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through me. Fuck, she's so wet, so tight...I'm not going to last.
The gasp when I sling her leg over my shoulder, thrusting harder, tells me everything I need to know. Her eyes roll back into her head as she digs her fingernails into my back. "Finn," she whimpers. I swear I feel harder if that's even possible. "I'm close."
"Good, baby." I kiss the side of her face nibbling on the soft skin beneath her ear. "Come on my dick, Michaela. Go ahead, baby, it's all yours."
Her body spasms beneath me, and her thighs tremble as her muscles clench tightly around my cock. She cries out with each thrust, and I lose all restraint. I bury my face into her neck driving wildly with my hips, and with one last thrust into her, I come.
When I finally come down from my high, I slowly lift myself onto my forearms to alleviate some of my weight from her. A soft smile spreads across her lips as I stroke her face. She leans up to kiss me slowly and it's confident, thorough, all-consuming. I relish it.
And in this moment, I realize just how screwed I am.
“Stop staring at me, you creep,” she murmurs against the pillow as the sunlight shines through the window of my bedroom. One eye pops open, and I smile down at her, pushing a golden lock behind her shoulder.
“Good morning, to you too.” I kiss her bare shoulder, letting my lips linger.
”Careful, you’ll start something you have to finish.”
“Is that a threat?”
She opens her right eye again, but I don’t give her a chance to ask questions flipping her on her back and throwing the black sheets from her body. “Finn,” she gasps when my lips meet her neck. I nibble at the skin and her body vibrates under me. I take my time kissing, licking, and sucking every inch of her, enjoying the sounds she makes. Every gasp, every moan is an encouragement to continue — a louder moan when I bite the sensitive skin of her hip. Another when I trace the pattern of her tattoo with my tongue. “Finn, I have to,” a gasp as I ghost my fingers over her entrance, “go to the office.”
“Says who?” I nudge her legs apart without a fight. “You can do everything you need to do,” I dip my face between her legs, “right here.”
“What’s this?” Michaela asks walking out of the bedroom. My t-shirt hangs just below her ass, and it reminds me of the last time she was in one of my shirts. What was it…eleven, ten years ago? Josh and Nick had come over to the house and of course, Michaela followed. After a little too much sass, she ended up in the pool. In my defense, it was no one’s fault but her own, she wasn’t supposed to be there, and she couldn’t keep her mouth shut about whatever we were fighting over. “You looked like you could use a dip to cool off,” I laughed from the edge of the pool.
“You asshole!” She tried to send a wave towards me. I successfully dodged it, Nick did not.
Needless to say, she didn’t have any clothes and my mother would murder me if she came home to something missing from her closet, so I had to loan her some of mine. My shirt hung low on her body, hugging her hips in all the right places. I leaned against the doorframe watching as she tossed her wet clothes into the washer.
“See something you like, Sheffield?” she asked catching my stare.
“You wish, Shortcake.”
She stepped closer and I straightened to my full height staring down at her. Her chest practically touched mine, and I tried to calm the thoughts racing through my mind — especially the one about the lack of a bra under my shirt. “I guess, I wouldn’t mind.” Her words sent a pulse straight to my dick. The silence around us deafening before she started giggling. “Don’t think my brother would be too keen on you taking advantage of his little sister, though.” She stepped into the pair of shorts I had given her before pushing passed me. When she was gone, I let out the breath I didn’t realize I had been holding, but that wasn’t the only problem I needed to address.
“You made breakfast?” she asks now stealing a piece of bacon from the plate.
“I made breakfast,” I confirm.
“Finnley Sheffield knows how to cook, who knew?”
“Well, if you really want to know…”
“I don’t,” her kiss like a period at the end of her sentence. She smiles and takes the plate from my hands to start filling it with pancakes, eggs, bacon, and potatoes. “You have any…orange juice.” She takes the jug I hold out to her with a smile. “You just so happened to know I’d want this?”
“You always have orange juice with your breakfast, never coffee.”
“It’s weird that you know that.”
“We’ve known each other a long time, Shortcake. Whether or not we were friends, we know things about each other.”
“I don’t know things about you, Finn. Not like that, not like only having orange juice with your breakfast.”
“Well,” I plant a soft kiss on her forehead, “there’s plenty of time to learn. Though, I do have one question.” She pops a piece of bacon in her mouth waiting for me to continue. “What’s with the tattoo?”
Her laugh brings a smile to my lips. “Late night in college… I was trying to be spontaneous, so I chose dare instead of truth. I keep it hidden because Mom and Dad would lose their mind if they knew about it.”
“Jimmy has them.”
“Jimmy isn’t their daughter.” She hoists herself onto the counter and eats another piece of bacon. “I decided to go with the Pisces constellation because it wasn’t completely basic, but it wasn’t anything outrageous either.” My hands grip the silky skin of her thighs spreading her legs so I can stand between them. Her arms drape around my shoulders lacing together at the base of my neck. “But, I’d like to keep it our little secret. Josh would probably freak out if he knew.”
“You’re a twenty-eight-year-old woman, Michaela. Why does it matter what your brother thinks?” I grip her chin lightly, bringing her eyes to mine. “You can’t always worry about what they’re gonna think, Shortcake. You have to be yourself.” I press a gentle kiss to her mouth before wrapping her legs around my waist and stepping away from the counter.
“Finn!” Michaela giggles as I walk to the couch. When I lay her down on the chaise, she refuses to let go and pulls my mouth to hers, again.
“We need to eat,” I mumble, and a pout forms on her lips when I pull away untangling her legs from my torso. She’s quick to find her spot on the couch, bundling up in the green throw blanket draped over the back.
“Can I ask you something?” she asks as I grab both plates and bring them back to the couch. “You started Sheffield House to help kids. Help them find a family, find a home… Kids who need a chance, like you, but…”
Like me?
“…you don’t talk about your adoption. Why?”
It takes me a moment to register what she just asked.
“You could help so many kids by telling your story, I don’t—”
“How do you know about that?” The words come out a lot harsher than I mean them to, and she recoils. There’s only a handful of people who know the truth and I’m sure I know who it was that told her. My family doesn’t discuss it because discussing it would mean admitting Oliver had failed at something. And he couldn’t fail at anything. “Michaela, who told you”
“Josh mentioned it at Coney Island.”
“Of course.”
“Finn, I—”
“I don’t talk about it,” I interrupt her. “None of us do. Oliver and Hayley adopted me when I was five, and I was just happy to have somewhere to call my own. Happy to feel wanted after being in and out of different foster homes and group homes. And you know Oliver, how he is… The dream only lasted so long and as much as I came to hate him, as much as I got myself into trouble, I didn’t care because at least I had a place of my own. And then, when I went to Bridgeport, I had a family with the Davises, so it wasn’t too bad.”
“Even with me around?”
Finn smiles, “Even with your pain in the ass.”