Chapter 20
“Hate to see you leave.”
“Oh, but I love to watch you go.”
Adelaide
My apartment is by no means large. It works for Eric and me, and really, I don’t have anyone else over. It’s my space. Just for me. In fact, I don’t think I’ve had anyone in since Eric was a puppy, and I had Chen set my takeout in the kitchen while I cleaned up an accident. That was months ago.
This is supposed to be casual, just our Netflix and chill, but after cleaning and straightening my living room three times, I decide I need a distraction. I dig through the pantry and find what I need.
The noodles are done, the four cheeses blended and melted into an amazingly smooth sauce.
The bacon is crisp and crumbled. I assemble everything, unable to resist tasting as I go.
With another heaping handful of cheese and the rest of the bacon on top, I slide the funky blue-and-green casserole dish into the oven.
Focused on getting things cleaned up before Finn arrives, I’m elbow-deep in suds. And he knocks. I grab a towel to dry my hands and hurry to the door, quietly opening it.
“Hey, come in. Quick.” I tug on Finn’s hand.
“Don’t want the neighbors to get jealous?” he asks while leaning back into the hall, looking left and right.
“Oh my God, just get in here, and keep your voice down.” The door finally closed, I pause with my finger on my lips and listen. Releasing my breath, I turn to Finn and smile.
“What was that about?”
And there it is. The thud of a body rolling off the bed, evidently taking my book and tablet with it.
“Is there someone else here? I thought you lived alone?” Finn looks totally disappointed.
“Yeah, brace yourself. That’s Eric.”
At that, Finn takes a step back and shoves his hands deep in his jeans pockets, disappointment turning abruptly to anger. His molars are grinding, his jaw twitching, cheeks flushing red.
“We’ve lived together for almost a year now.” I can’t contain my smile at Finn’s scowl.
“Right.” He nods and takes another step toward the door. He stops when I crouch down as the long reddish-brown body bolts down the hallway, skidding his back end out as he tries to navigate the corner.
I lift the doxie up and snuggle him into my side. “This is Eric.”
Finn’s jaw stops spasming, but his cheeks redden even more.
“Eric’s a dog,” he says, smile spreading slowly across his face.
“He is, and sometimes, he’s a real dick, too. He tends to bolt out the door, and he thinks he needs to go as soon as he wakes up, so I was hoping to sneak you in, so he’d stay asleep for a while longer.” I sigh, reaching for the leash. “Consistency is key with this guy, so I’ll just—”
“I’ll take him. It smells like you’re cooking?” He inhales deeply and grins. “Let me tend to your wiener while you finish up.” Scooping Eric out of my arms, Finn drops his voice, chuckling, “I’ll slowly stroke him till we’re out in public.”
* * *
“Christ, this is fucking amazing.” Finn groans around a bite of mac and cheese. “Orgasmic.”
It’s good, I won’t lie, but watching Finn enjoy it is so much better. “Do you want more?” I ask.
His tongue darts out, licking at the corner of his mouth. Swear to God, it does things to me.
Naughty things.
“I’d best hold back, so I don’t explode.”
My spoon clatters into the bowl at his words. Intentional or not, the double meaning zings through my core.
“Here, let me get that for you.” Finn takes our dishes to the kitchen, giving me a moment to calm my shit down. Not an easy task because the way those jeans hug his ass should be illegal.
“Do you have something queued up for the evening’s entertainment?” he asks, coming back from the kitchen with fresh glasses of water for us.
“Guest’s choice,” I respond. “Sorry, I should have gotten some beer or something for you.” I nod at the water glasses.
“This is fine. I can’t claim that you got me drunk and took advantage of me.” Finn grabs the remote and plops down in the middle of the couch, crowding me. Scrolling through the options, he finds a movie and starts it.
As he leans back into the sofa, he thrusts his hips up, sliding lower into the cushions before relaxing with a sigh. Shoulders melting, hand resting in his lap, legs falling open. He’s completely comfortable while I’m wound so tight, I’m practically vibrating.
“The film is better than whatever it is you’re looking at.” He bites his lip, sliding his gaze to meet mine.
Suddenly warm, my cheeks flame, and I pull at my cardigan, settling it low around my arms. The air on my exposed shoulders does nothing to cool the fire burning through me as Finn traces my collarbone with his eyes.
“Maybe.” I try, really try, to turn my attention to the show, but I have to fight the constant urge to look at him.
His hand slides over my thigh, coming to rest with his fingers tantalizingly close to my core. He stops progress and squeezes, digging his fingers into my muscles. I close my eyes, tensing even more.
“Then again…” he says, lips brushing softly against the side of my neck.
His tongue darts out, tasting my skin. Licking a trail down to my shoulder.
I tilt my head, granting him even better access.
He sucks and licks and bites until he’s pushed the strap of my tank top down to where my sweater sits, gathered at my elbow.
His lips nudge at the lace of my bra. It’s one of the few I have that can tame my boobs, and it happens to be the sexiest one I own.
Turquoise, lacy, and makes the girls look fucking fantastic.
“I love this color. The pale of your skin peeking through the lace.” Finn cups my breast, pushing it up, his thumb brushing over my hardened nipple. “The green tips of your braid splayed across it.”
He closes his lips around my breast, sucking on my nipple through the lace. I arch my back, a soft moan tumbling from my lips.
Finn lavishes attention on one boob while tugging my tank top lower, revealing the other.
“Christ, I’d never have guessed that you were hiding the most perfect tits.
” He licks deep into my cleavage—because, let’s face it, there’s a lot of depth there.
“Fucking hell, Addie, you’re gorgeous.” He plants a kiss between the swells and meets my gaze.
“And I mean more than just your magnificent tits.”
Wrapping his fingers in the bulk of my sweater, he drags the material down, down, down, bunching it at my waist, my tank top going with it. I pull my arms free and run my fingers through his hair, grasping it in my fists. Pulling him into me.
“Oh my God, Finn.”
His lips dance down the soft planes of my stomach, his arms wrapped around my hips, hands splayed across my back.
We’ve shifted. Finn’s body is covering mine.
His chest resting between my thighs vibrates with a deep chuckle exactly where I need to feel him.
My crazy-sensitive girl parts just fucking got a zing in the right direction.
Licking across the band of my leggings, Finn looks up at me, eyes hooded and full of lust. He grips the sides of my pants, fisting them in his warm hands. Waiting for my nod, my permission.
A breathy, “Yes,” spills free, and Finn tugs, revealing the lacy boy shorts that match my bra.
Did I plan this? No. But I fucking hoped.
My tank top, leggings—all of it is stripped off and tossed to the floor. I lie on the couch with Finn sitting back on his knees between my legs. Fully clothed.
“You’re a riot of color and beauty, Addie.” He bites at his lip and palms the front of his jeans.
“You have far too many clothes on,” I whisper.
“As do you,” Finn replies as his finger dances down the lace of my panties, pausing and circling between my legs.
I slowly shake my head, pushing up onto my elbows. “Nope. Your turn.” I clamp my thighs together to halt his hand but end up trapping it instead, between my thighs, driving myself more than a little insane.
With his free hand—the one not circling and kneading me—Finn reaches behind him and pulls his shirt off over his head.
Sliding his hand from between my thighs, Finn tosses the shirt aside and lowers himself, pressing his lips to my clit, rubbing and licking through the lace. He pushes my thigh toward my chest, his thumb hooked around the side of my knee.
And his other hand? That one is working overtime, his jeans gaping open now, his hand gripping and sliding along his cock from root to tip and back again. I can barely see, but I know. I know what he’s doing, getting us both where we need to be. Aroused and riled. Panting, thrusting, hearts racing.
“Finn. God, Finn—uhngmagawd—” I gasp as he pushes two fingers into me. Curling, stroking. His thumb circling my bundle of nerves. Never have I ever…never…
His name tumbles from my lips over and over, louder and louder. Until…until…
Fuuuuck…
“Addie…” Finn grunts, jerks, and stills just as my world explodes in lights and tremors and the most blissful release.
Ever.