“That isnotwhat I meant.”Finn laughs with me.“Christ, not what I meant at all.”
We finish dinner and move on to discussions of Finn’s seven siblings and the multitude of ways I’ve embarrassed my dad.Then, my work and his renewed thoughts of taking college classes.
Finn pays our bill and drives us back to my car at McBride’s.He slides his car in next to mine.When he cuts the engine, his playlist continues softly with an amazing mix of indie and alternative rock.
“Thank you for sticking round and having dinner with me.”He bites his lip and winks.
The wink has an entirely different effect than it used to.Or maybe I’m just really horny, but whatever.All I can think of is the way his lips feel and how sweet he’s been.
Finn leans closer, tongue flicking across his bottom lip, drawing my gaze there.Again.
What starts out as a chaste, wholly appropriate good-night kiss is not nearly enough.The memory of our first kiss and all the lip-biting and finger-licking.The stick-shift-stroking, the cock-adjusting.I need more.
Unbuckling my seat belt, I plant my hand on the dashboard and push closer, deepening the kiss.But it’s still not enough.I reach down between his legs and release the bar, sliding his seat all the way back.
Finn’s eyes snap wide open, and a surprised smile stretches across his face.“Thanks for the ride.”
I climb over the center console and settle on his thighs, straddling him.“Don’t ruin this, Finn,” I say against his lips, running my hands up his chest, grasping the zipper to open his jacket.
He pulls me closer, hands on my hips, grinding me on his very impressive cock.
Very impressive.
My elbow hits the steering wheel controls for the radio, raising the volume of the music, and the beat of the drum and thump of the bass fill the car.Finn pulls me against his chest, hands sliding up to push my cardigan down my arms.He leaves it wrapped around my wrists, trapping my hands behind me.There’s no hiding my boobs like this, and the way he’s staring is hungry and raw.He skims his hands up my waist, pausing high on my rib cage.
The anticipation is killing me.It’s like he knows exactly where to touch me, how hard or light, to caress or squeeze.I lean in, ravenously kissing him, grinding down on him, fighting to free my hands.There’s not nearly enough room in the front seat of this car, and in my struggle, I hit the steering wheel, blaring the horn.
“Christ, Addie.You’re driving me mad.”He pulls me tight against his cock, the pressure bringing me dangerously close to orgasm.
The windows are fogged, the air in the car heavy with lust.I’m so close.So fucking close.
“Finn, ’re you in there?”a very drunk female voice calls from outside the passenger side of his car.
We both freeze, panting and frustrated but trying to be completely still.
“D’ you leave your car running, Finny?”The shadow of a palm is faintly outlined against the window by a streetlamp.“Finn?”Her singsonging his name is cut off by someone calling, “Marlee?”
Fingers trail away, a door slams, and the other car takes off, crunching gravel beneath the tires.It feels like we’ve been holding our breaths forever until it finally spills out in stuttered laughter.
“I guess I should go.”I’m just as stuck, trying to get back into my sweater, as I was getting out of it.
Finn grasps the sides, sliding it up my arms, his knuckles resting against the swell of my boobs.“Maybe,” he says gravelly.“Can I see you again though?I liked this—tonight.”
“I’d like that.”
He pulls me in for a sweet kiss before opening his door.He crawls out after me and makes his adjustments as we round the back of his car.
“Good night, Addie.”Finn tucks me into my car with a final kiss.
I let it go, not correcting him this time.
18
“Sex with three people is a threesome.With two people, it’s a twosome.”
“Then, I know why they say you’rehandsome.”
Finn
