Instinctively, I pulled at my wrists.
Fin didn’t loosen his grip.
“Vee, are you still with me?”
Opening my eyes, I nodded, his handsome face blurry with my tears. Fin leaned down, kissing and licking each cheek before slowly moving his length and girth within me. The pain began to subside. My body relaxed. As I did, he released my wrists and all at once, I ran my fingers over the muscles in his shoulders.
The freedom to move was a gift that added pleasure to what we were doing.
The pleasure built, not as much as with his mouth, but it was there.
Fin’s thrusts came faster as the muscles and tendons in his neck and shoulders strained. The changes in his facial expressions created a truly marvelous show as he came. Fin’s grunts and deep guttural roar filled the air.
He collapsed his weight over me, before bending at the waist and staring down at me. “Shit, are you okay?”
A smile came to my lips. “Better than okay.”
Fin smoothed my hair away from my face. “You were perfect.”
Never had three words meant as much.
CHAPTER 25
Vee
Present day
Getting out of my car in the garage in my building, I continued the internal argument I had been having with myself since Fin left my office. Damn him. Damn his sexy grin and damn the kiss last night. Damn the memories. I wasn’t a lovesick twenty-year-old. I was the Coopers’ vice president of stadium operations and marketing and Reid Hubbard’s only child.
The Coopers had more important things happening than whether GriffinGraham made me hot and bothered. Before I left Maker’s Mark, the training staff released the final injury report. Troy Dennison was officially on the IR. That gave us space on the roster to bring on another quarterback. It also meant Troy couldn’t practice for four weeks. In all likelihood, he wouldn’t return to the playfield until after our bye, week seven.
Providing a keycard with the resident concierge was something I used to do for Preston. He asked for a permanent key, but I deflected. The key from the concierge was only good one time and only to access the resident floor. It didn’t allow entry to my condominium.
During the last few hours, I’d concocted completely rational reasons for not providing a keycard for Fin.
First and foremost, a relationship between Fin and me was wrong. During the last hour, I’d gone over the HR website, and while I couldn’t find a specific franchise rule that we would be violating, I felt in my soul it was a violation.
Owners and players—it was fundamentally wrong.
Second, my recent conversation with my father was nagging at the back of my thoughts. When he mentioned increased duties a few weeks ago, he asked if that would be a problem. He’d meant with Preston, as if a relationship was more of an issue for a woman than a man.
In hindsight, apparently my increased responsibilities were a problem for Preston.
The good news was that Preston was no longer a problem.
However, if in the future, Dad believed my attention was divided with Fin, that could possibly support his reasoning for dividing the Coopers in his will. Hell, he was married and so was Aunt Rachel. Owners could balance work and life.
While I understood his reasoning about our family’s stake in the team, I didn’t like it.
Lastly, there was Grant. If anyone was to make a deal out of Fin and me revisiting our relationship, it would be my cousin. Surely, he’d find an issue.
As with any argument, there were also counterarguments.
Allowing Fin entry into my condo didn’t mean that we would get back together. He said we had shit to discuss. He was right. Lip’s comment telling me to ask Fin why he didn’t call came to mind. It wasn’t a question I wanted to pose at Maker’s Mark or on the sidelines. I could see it now. “Hey, before you run that play, why didn’t you return my calls all those years ago?”
That was definitely not the way I should present it.
Speaking in private was better.
