But he had to go be an adult. An adult with a raging case of blue balls.
“Your sister’s kind of a tyrant.” He pulled up his jeans, letting them hang on his hips, before slipping on his T-shirt. “If her interior skills weren't so good, I’d never continue working with her.”
“My sis—what?”
“I mean, I know she’s always been bossy, but she’s taking this bar design thing to a whole new level.”
“She does what now?”
Finn glanced up at her as he buttoned his fly. “She’s been helping with the design of the bar since our dumb asses didn’t think to hire someone. Honestly, she’s been sort of a godsend, the tyrant bit notwithstanding. She didn’t tell you?”
Willow barked out a laugh and grabbed her proffered dress from Finn. “No. And she wouldn’t. Wouldn’t want anything to taint her perfect Rory image.”
It took him a minute to figure out why working on a design would taint anything, but when the answer came, it was like a punch to the chest. “Ahh, and workin’ with the Thomas boys will do just that. Got it.” One would think after all this time, after making something of themselves and using what they now had to the betterment of the town, they wouldn’t still be reduced to the damnThomas boys, said with such derision. That they wouldn’t be reduced simply to the trouble twins.
“Hey…” Willow must’ve heard the frustration in his voice, because she stopped the hunt for her panties and came over to him, sliding her hands up his chest and locking her fingers behind his neck. “In the eyes of Daddy? Yes. And you remember how Rory was back then, don’t you? A daddy-pleaser to a fault. She hasn’t changed—if anything, she’s gotten worse.”
Finn didn’t know if Willow was just placating him, or if she spoke the truth, but he let her words soothe him as he gripped her hips, his cock twitching when he didn’t come across any panty lines. “Aren’t you always telling me she’s constantly lookin’ to catch you doing something wrong?”
“Yeah. I swear I think it’s her life’s mission some days.”
“Well…” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Now’s your chance to return the favor.”
“How do you mean?”
“Since she didn’t tell you she was helpin’ out, I’m guessing it’s because she doesn’t want you to know. And she’ll be here in ten minutes…”
Willow’s eyes widened, then a knowing grin spread across her face. “You’re a genius.”
When she let go of him and strode toward her panties, he caught her hand to stop her. “Leave ’em off.”
She breathed out a laugh, glancing back at him over her shoulder. “You can’t possibly be serious.”
He tugged her back until she stood in front of him. Placed her hand over his aching cock. “I’m still hard for you, Willowtree. Won’t you give me this one tiny thing?”
Finn knew the moment he had her. Her shoulders relaxed, and she melted into him a little, her hand gently stroking against the fly of his jeans.
“You, sir, are definitely the bad influence, not me.”
“You love it.”
For the first time in way too damn long, the look she gave him said she might not just yet, but maybe…maybe someday she could.
And for now, someday was enough.
Willow stood in the corner of the open space as Nola, Drew, and Finn all conferred about deadlines and schedules and shipments and everything that still needed to happen before the soft opening around the Fourth of July. She stood off to the side because, for one thing, it wasn’t her venture. For another, she didn’t know a single thing about what they were talking about. But mostly it was because she wasn’t wearing panties under her dress, and that somehow made her feel naked, even though she was perfectly covered. Never mind the fact that her body still tingled from Finn’s ministrations, and even though she’d already come, she still ached with need for him. She’d never felt like this before, had never had this unquenchable thirst with any of her past lovers. But, then again, nothing was ever quite like it’d been with Finn.
And that had always been the problem.
“Honestly, I can handle everything just fine, thank you very much.” The voice of a snooty princess dialed up to eleven echoed through the space as the back door swung open. Apparently, Rory had arrived.
She stepped into the room, followed closely by Nash, who seemed to ignore her completely and take most of the oversized samples from her arms.
“Didn’t you listen to a word I said?”
“Sure did.”
Rory huffed. “Oh, really? Then why did you—”
