The timing couldn’t be better.My mind was made up earlier that this would be it.
Addie’s delicate, little hand cups my cock, squeezing slightly, and waves of lust and pleasure roll through me.
I spin us and pin her to the door when a voice breaks through the haze, a bucket of ice water to our sizzling passion.“Are you finally back, Finny?”
Addie’s eyes go wide when she looks past me, but even that doesn’t prepare me in any way for what I find.Marlee is on my fucking sofa, wearing nothing but knee socks, wrapped in my blue-and-gray quilt.
“Christ, Marlee.Not now.”
Driving me back with a shove of her shoulder, Addie steps away from me.“Why is the drunk chick from McBride’s naked on your couch, Finn?”Her glare is deadly.
“I let myself in, right, baby?”Marlee doesn’t make any move to cover up, her tits on full display.Instead, she hoods her eyes, trailing a finger across her collarbone.“Just like St.Paddy’s Day.”
I cringe with everything I have.
“Oh, fuck no.Nope.No.”Addie seethes, her green waves crashing with a vengeance around her shoulders.
I look between the women squaring off in my flat.This looks really bad.“Marlee, you need to leave.”
“But you let me stay last time, Finny.”
Sweet Mother of God, what is wrong with her?
“Yeah, I’ll go.Leave you to have your fun with Bitchy McCuntface here.”Addie shoves past and pulls the door so hard, it slams against the plasterboard, the handle denting it.
“Addie, wait.”
She moves far faster than I would have ever guessed and is nearly to the cross street, tapping at her phone.
“Let me?—”
“Nope.I don’t have time for this shit, for your games.Go do your thing, Finn.”She swipes at her cheek.
“That’s not what this is.”I reach for her arm as she slows to look for traffic.
She turns, her brows stretched high, and snorts out a laugh.Shaking off my hand, Addie spits out, “Obviously, I’m stupid, and you have your nights confused.”
“Addie, I can explain,” I plead.
A car pulls up to the curb across the street, and Addie rushes toward it.
“It’s Adelaide.”She slams the door of what I hope is an Uber, and she’s gone.
Pissed off, I storm back to my flat and slam the door behind me.I hope to shit that Marlee is dressed and gone, but it turns out, I’m only half-right.Maybe more like twenty-five percent.
Pulling her long white-blonde hair out of the collar of her shirt, Marlee turns to me, smiling.“So, she’s upset?”The simpering idiot pouts at me like she thinks she’s being coy.
I drop my hands to my hips and start counting to ten.
Somewhere around seven, she laughs out.“But, damn, the green-haired chick is good with her bitch names.”Marlee saunters across the room, stopping only when she’s thoroughly invading my space.“I don’t like to share, Finn.And I don’t feel like I’ve been getting enough attention in this relationship.”Her fingers curl into the waistband of my jeans, pulling me flush against her.Surgically-enhanced tits act as a barrier between us.
“Marlee”—I step back and remove her hand from where it sits far too close to my cock—“we hooked up, but that’s it.One night.Not a relationship.”
“But you ruined me.Finn,” she purrs, sliding a hand up my chest, the other one gripping my completely uninterested knob, “I can’t live without this in my life anymore.In my mouth, my p?—”
“Stop.You’ll live and find a sufficient replacement for your mouth.”I put some serious distance between us, bending down to scoop up her tiny shorts.
But Marlee’s forward, and her hands go straight for my arse.The contact propels me forward out of her reach once again.
