“And you’ll be mine?”
His mouth quirks. “I think I’ve been yours for a long time.”
My heart skips.Again.I search his face—for what, I don’t know. It’s not like I have to think about it. Things have always been different with him. It’s as if we have a magnetic pull we can’t repel. After a moment, I nod.
“Yes?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He grins and kisses me as his hands slide underneath my oversized t-shirt, leaving goosebumps in their wake while he explores. My hands go to his hair and I tighten the grip of my legs around him until he moves forward and I feel him getting hard between my legs. He groans against my mouth and pulls away from me to whip my shirt over my head and throw it. His hooded eyes, hot and lustful, drink me in, as he cups both my breasts in his hands, playing with my nipples in a way that shoots straight between my legs.
His lips pull into a slow, sensual smile that makes me clench my thighs harder and grind against him. His smile drops and he hisses through his teeth, letting go of my breasts to remove my underwear and his clothes. I grip the counter and watch his cock bounce as he takes off his briefs. I bite my lip, and he makes a little growling sound that goes straight to my core.He slides his hands from my knees to the insides of my thighs, and then pushes them open wider so he can duck down and give a long lick between my folds. I grip the counter harder and throw my head back as he doesit again, and then he starts to move his tongue in ways that make an orgasm quickly build.
I let go of the counter with one hand and curl my fingers into his hair as I move against him. His appreciative rumble vibrates through me, and when he starts dipping fingers inside me and matching them to the tempo of his tongue, my legs start to shake hard.
“Finn! I’m going to … fuck. I’m going to…” I gasp, searching for air that’s quickly sucked out of my lungs as an orgasm shoots through me.
He doesn’t even let me fully come down from the orgasm when he lifts me, walks to the couch, and sits down so I’m straddling him. His length is right beneath me, and I gasp when I slide against him, chasing another orgasm.
“Fuck. Yes, baby,” he hisses, hands squeezing my ass so he can take control of my movements, cursing each time I moan. “You look so beautiful grinding on my cock like this. You’re going to let me fuck you like this, aren’t you, baby? With nothing between us.”
A shiver ripples through me. “Yes. Oh, God, yes.”
He keeps the motion slow, putting his thumb right where I stop each time to add more tension, and bringing his lips down to each of my breasts. My body starts to shake from sensory overload, and I feel the familiar tightening in my core.
“That’s it. Just like that,” he says, his voice strained. He pulls back and twists my nipple while his other hand presses my clit each time I slide up to it. “Fuck. Yes. That’s it. Use my cock to make yourself come. Just like that. Fuck, you’re going to make me come, Josslyn.”
His words are too much. The tightness in my stomach returns and I squeeze my eyes shut, throwing my head back as I scream his name. I straighten to look at him as he throws his head back and shouts a curse, jets of cum landing on his taut stomach.
“That was…” I pant, unable to find words.
“I know.” He kisses me and pulls me closer, his sticky stomach pressing against mine as he carries me to the shower.
40
JOSSLYN
An uneasy feeling curls in the pit of my stomach as I flip through the pages of Mallory’s journal. A few days ago, I finally convinced Finn to take Titus off his list of suspects, but he insisted I see this. I really wish I hadn’t. I put a hand over my stomach, regretting the lasagna I had after my training session. I feel Finn’s stare, but I can’t bring myself to look at him. No matter how dysfunctional their relationship was, she was his sister.
What would I say anyway? The journal entries remind me of things I used to write in middle school about my crushes. But I wasn’t Mallory’s crush.Was I?Oh, God. Could I have missed that somehow? Anxiety threatens to grip me, but I breathe through it.I will not overthink this.How can I not, though? I flip through the catalog of memories we’d created, but they’re hazy and nothing stands out. I need to speak to Livie about this.
I bite my lip and finally look at Finn. His dark green eyes search mine, but I can’t read the expression on his face. Some of the entries say “I want out!” Others talk about someone she was seeing, but most of them are about me. It’s beyond uncomfortable.Livie comes to mind instantly, since she’d tried to warn me a few times about the way Mallory treated me. But this is a lot.
“Would it be okay for me to show this to Olivia?” I ask. “It’s okay if you don’t want me to. I just … she might be able to figure out who she’s talking about here, or why she’s … talking about me like this.”
“As long as she comes here.”
I nod and send Livie a quick text.
“I’m sure she’ll be thrilled. She’s been dying to ‘see us together,’” I say, hoping to lighten the mood and lift the boulder in the pit of my stomach.
He smirks. “Did you tell her you’re hiding me like a dirty little secret?”
My jaw drops. “I am not!”
He laughs as he stands up and tugs me out of my seat. When we’re in the living room, he sits and pulls me down so I’m straddling him. I push back my unease about the journal and settle into the moment. Every moment with him is cherished. Not only because we’ve been busy during the day, but because being with him makes me so damn happy.
“I don’t mind being your dirty little secret,” he says against my lips.
