“I still don’t like it.” He drops his hand and looks away, taking a deep breath and shaking his head. “Tate?”
My stomach rumbles again as I nod.How long had they been hooking up behind my back?I think about Mallory and how much she loathed Tate; and Tate, who never wanted to hang out with her and stayed home if he knew she’d be around. I bite my lip and blink away hot, angry tears as I start walking toward our building. Who knows how many people saw the spectacle at the coffeeshop, or us arguing on the sidewalk?Fuck.Being tagged in pictures is the absolute last thing I need to worry about, but I can’t help it.
The walk to my apartment is a blur. Before I know it, I’m in the elevator and Finn is beside me. He pushes the button to shut the doors quickly—the button to his floor, not mine.
“I think I need to be alone right now,” I whisper, looking at my sneakers.
“Tough. I’m not letting you out of my fucking sight.”
My head snaps up. He’s looking at the doors, his shoulders bunched with tension. He looks like he’s ready to burst and I already know if he yells at me again, I’m walking out. As the doors open, my phone buzzes with a call from Damian.
“Where are you?” he asks.
“Going to Finn’s.”
“I’m on my way to pick up his car at the lot with Liv, but I’ll be over as soon as we get back. I don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into, and I know I don’t have to tell you how motherfucking pissed off I am that you didn’t come to me about it, but I’m telling you anyway.”
“You’ve been busy,” I say, my voice flat, as I slip my shoes off by the door when I walk into the apartment.
“Don’t use that lame-ass excuse. You know I’m never too busy for you! I’ll see you in an hour.” He hangs up before I can get another word in, and I toss the phone on the kitchen counter.
I turn around and find Finn staring at me with a dark expression I can’t decipher. I get that he’s upset since he hates Tate and loved his sister, but I just found out my friend and my ex-boyfriend of two years were sleeping together. My heart stops when he closes the distance between us in two strides. For a split second, we just stare at each other, and then his fist is grabbing the front of my shirt and his lips are crashing down on mine.
52
FINN
Ikiss her in a desperate frenzy, my tongue plunging deep into her mouth. I tuck my hands underneath her shirt and splay them over her ribcage. My hands slide up, needing to feel every inch of her skin to make sure she's real, that she's actually here … and actually mine. When I reach her breasts, I pause and break the kiss.
“No bra?” I ask, breathing heavily.
“I don’t usually have one on when I wear oversized shirts.”
“Good to know.”
I kiss her again, my hands covering her breasts. She breaks the kiss and throws her head back with a gasp when I tease her nipples. She’s so fucking sexy. I take a step back and lower her to her feet so I can yank the t-shirt over her head. We undress quickly, like we’re trying to break a record. Once we’re naked, I hoist her up and push her against the wall again, my lips on hers as one hand plays with her tits and the other slips between us.
She breaks the kiss and digs her fingers into my shoulders when I find her slit. “Oh my … Finn…”
“That’s right, baby.YourFinn.”
I lift her a little higher to suck a nipple into my mouth, bitingit as I let go. That earns me a yelp. I do it again and dip a finger inside her, groaning when I find her wet already. Normally, I would spend adequate time on foreplay and making her come before I fuck her, but I’m desperate for her, so I line my cock to her pussy and thrust hard.
The way she screams my name, moans, and gasps are my favorite sounds of all time. I grip her ass as I fuck her wildly with abandon, pouring all my anger and the magnitude of what I feel for her into my thrusts.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, throwing my head back when she starts to squeeze me. “You feel so fucking good on my cock. So perfect.”
“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna…”
I lower my head in time to watch her fall apart. The way the rush of her orgasm drenches my cock makes it hard not to come right along with her, but I want this to last. I need to be inside her a little longer. Something about her taps into a primal part of me I never knew existed. I constantly have the urge to mark my territory and remind her and myself that she’s mine and no one else’s. I slam into her harder and faster, my stomach tightening with the feel of her.
“Finn,” she says hoarsely, squeezing me as she starts to come again. “Oh my God. Finneas!”
My orgasm climbs higher and I try to hold back, but it’s impossible with my name on her lips and her pussy squeezing me like a vice grip. I thrust harder, knocking down a frame on the wall. It gives me pause for only half a second, and then I’m coming.
“Fuck, Josslyn!” I throw my head back, panting as I slow my thrusts.
Her legs are shaking, her breaths coming out in spurts as she rests her head on the wall. I lean in and suck her exposed neck, then push her up a little until her breasts are in front of my mouth. I lick her nipples again and Josslyn shivers. She sinks her fingers into my hair and lifts my face slightly. We hold eye contact for what feels like an eternity. I see so many emotions that reflect mine in her beautiful brown eyes. I slip out of her slowly, but keep her hoistedagainst the wall as I lean in and kiss her softly. When I pull away, I set my forehead against hers.
