I inhale sharply and tug Finn’s hair hard, earning a deep groan from him that really shouldn’t turn me on even more. “Finn. What the hell!?”
He pulls away with a raised eyebrow. “You want me to stop?”
“No,” I growl, annoyed at myself and this entire situation, but he lets go of me and stands up. “Seriously?” I squeak, lowering my leg to stand up straight against the wall. This time, he lets me.
Finn pulls out his phone, which pisses me off even more. I’m two seconds from making myself come, but for some inexplicable reason, I wait. He types furiously. When he puts his phone away, his hungry eyes rake over me.
“I didn’t tell you to lower your leg.”
“I … you…” I take a shaky breath. “You were on your phone!”
“And?” He closes the distance between us again and presses his lips to the sensitive spot underneath my ear, where my pulse is undoubtedly out of control. “You didn’t think I was done, did you?”
He gives himself enough space to grip my ass and lift me onto the counter, making an appreciative sound when my legs spread open automatically.
“Good girl.” He spreads my folds with his calloused fingers and licks his lips. His eyes flick to mine briefly. “Now, don’t fucking move.”
He dives right back in between my legs and devours me like his life depends on it.
15
FINN
I’ve had Josslyn’s phone number for a while, but I hadn’t put it to good use until this morning when I sent her the footage I have of that night at Onyx. It’s confusing and brings more questions than answers, but it’s enough. I don’t like that I’m still waiting for her to respond two hours later. It’s ten in the morning, though, and with the night she had, I wouldn’t be surprised if she doesn’t see the text till noon. The image of her legs spread in the stall last night makes me palm my now hard dick over my boxer briefs. I’ve already jacked off twice to the memory, which is as many times as I made her come before we went back to the party separately.
By then, security had already escorted her ex out of the lounge, and I wasn’t planning on sticking around much longer, but then she entranced me with her dancing. The way her tits bounced and hips swayed made me wish I could drag her downstairs and make good on my suggestion. Every movement, every smile, every laugh all put me in a mood. The way she lives inside my brain puts me in a mood.
I’ve never gone down on a woman twice and gone out ofmy way to make sure we saw each other again. On the contrary, my M.O. is to fuck people I know I’ll never see again. Yet there I was, watching her take pictures with people and fend off guys who seemed to have a fucking death wish with the way they were touching her. Every time a new one approached her, she glanced over at me. Whatever she saw on my face made her smile, which is ludicrous considering I’d crafted and honed my blank expression. Nevertheless, she’d take one look at me and shut down their advances.
When did I start caring about such trivial things? I don’t know. She confounds me. She always has, which is why I fucking knew from the day I saw her that I shouldn’t have touched her. I also knew it would be impossible to deny myself that. When Lucas offered his “services” to her last night, the need to claim her consumed me. I should’ve fucked her and put an end to this madness. Instead, I took my time eating her pussy. God, this is madness. I rub my hands hard over my face and snap back to the present.
I need to fuck her soon and find someone else to fuck right after. I don’t normally do that. People paint me out to be a notorious playboy who fucks every chance I get, and maybe when I was younger, I was deserving of that title. Nowadays, I go weeks, sometimes months, without sex. After Josslyn, I know I’ll need a quick palate cleanser to get my shit together.
I look at my phone when it buzzes, and a meaningless text from one of the detectives working on the case pops up. Every so often, he likes to remind me that it’s still an ongoing case, but the police aren’t doing shit. They’re convinced it was a tragic accident, and my parents are happy to accept that. I’m not. There isn’t much in my life that can make me feel guilty, but what happened to Mallory has haunted me.
In her journal, she mentions “T” a few times, and even though there are endless people with a name that start with that letter, Titus is the one that stands out the most. Mallory spent a lot of time at Josslyn’s house and practically wrote in code abouteach time she went. She also spoke very highly of Titus a few times, which wasn’t the norm for her. That can’t be a coincidence. My phone buzzes as I walk through the practice facility where I’m meeting Hamilton for a workout, and I come to a full stop when I see Josslyn’s name on the screen.
Josslyn: How’d you get my number?
Josslyn: NM. how do you have this video?
Me: not your concern. It’s evidence that you’re a liar
I watch the bubble of her text disappear a few times before my phone vibrates with a call from her.
I hit the green button. “I’m surprised you’re awake.”
“What do you want?” she asks, her voice raspy and sexy as fuck.
“I want the truth.”
“Oh my God.” She lets out a deep frustrated groan that makes my dick hard. “I didn’t lie. I know how this looks, but I didn’t freaking lie.”
“I think you’re lying right now to cover up for your stepfather.”
“Oh my…” She pauses, then laughs. “You think Titus had something to do with this?Are you insane?”
“I have proof.”
