by Isla Drake
“Then, I’d bury my face between your legs, licking and sucking that sweet pussy until you came all over my face.” I suck in a breath and my pussy clenches, opening and closing on nothing.
Finn knows, too. I can see it in his eyes.
“Does that turn you on, Hannah?” he asks. “Do my words make you hot?”
God, I love the way he says my name when he’s turned on. I nod, not trusting myself to speak.
“Good,” he says, gruffly. “Get out of the tub, Hannah.”
I don’t ask questions. I do as he says. I set the phone down so I can quickly dry off. When I pick up the phone again, I see an image of an empty bed rather than Finn.
“Finn?” I ask, wondering where he went. I make my way to my bed and climb in, the towel wrapped loosely around me.
“I’m here,” he says from somewhere off camera. “I have an idea.”
I watch and wait, my curiosity piqued. After a few seconds, Finn comes back onto the screen. He’s gloriously naked and clearly aroused. With the way he’s positioned the camera, I can now see all of him from the knees up. He lounges back against the headboard, his hard cock jutting up toward the ceiling. It doesn’t take me long to realize what he’s thinking.
“Prop the phone up so I can see more of you,” he says. “I want to see all of you.”
I hesitate but only because I’m trying to figure out the best place to position my phone. I remember the little stand I have on my bathroom counter and go grab it. I glance at my phone, watching Finn as he lounges in his bed waiting for me. Part of me wonders at my reckless behavior but the rest of me is too turned on to care if I’m being crazy. I focus on Finn’s naked body on the screen, his hand gripping the base of his dick, the look of intense need on his face. Once I have the phone set up, I position myself so I can see the screen and Finn can see all of me. Then I tug open the towel covering me.
“That’s it,” he says. “Let me see all of you.”
I move my legs apart, spreading myself open to his gaze. Finn’s gaze is locked on me and I watch him stroke up the length of his shaft. Something about that image is incredibly erotic.
“Touch yourself again, Hannah,” he says. “Show me how you like it.”
“You know how I like it,” I say. But I do as he says, reaching down to cup my breasts in my hands, squeezing them, lightly pinching my nipples until they pebble into hard points and I feel the sharp sting that’s almost pain.
“I’m so hard for you right now,” Finn says.
I suck in a breath as I watch him stroke that long, thick cock again. I can feel myself growing slick with arousal. I slide a hand down my belly, needing to ease the ache between my legs.
“Are you wet for me, Hannah? Tell me.” Finn’s words send a fresh bolt of arousal through me and I slide a hand through my slick folds, brushing against my clit. Just the gentle brush of my fingers against the sensitive nub has me sucking in a breath.
I nod, spreading my legs wide so he can see. “So wet,” I say, sliding my hand lower to dip inside. I spread the moisture over my pussy and bring my hand back to my clit, using a bit more pressure, my fingers circling faster. Finn’s hand begins to pump faster, up and down, working his cock. I watch him as I touch myself, utterly fascinated. His hips rise up almost involuntarily, thrusting into his fist.
“Keep going,” he says. “Tell me what you want.”
I move my fingers faster over my clit, occasionally slipping inside to thrust in time with Finn’s movements on my phone screen.
“Don’t stop,” I say, my gaze transfixed on his cock and his hand as he pumps away. My own hand becomes a blur of movement as I hit the rhythm that I know will have me coming soon.
“Finn,” I gasp. “I’m so close.” I feel the tension in me growing, coiling tighter as the pleasure builds.
“I’m with you,” he groans. “Come with me, Hannah. Let me see you come for me.”
His words combine with all the other sensations to push me over the edge. I gasp, feeling my pussy begin to spasm with my orgasm. As if my release spurs his, I see Finn’s body tense before thick ropes of liquid coat his hand and thighs. Finn keeps stroking himself, milking his release. His hand moves slower and he lets out a little groan with each stroke. I watch, mesmerized at the sight of him so lost in the pleasure of his own release.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, moving my hand from my over-sensitized clit as I quake with the after-effects of my own orgasm. Slowly, I close my legs and draw my knees up, hugging them to my chest. My breathing returns to normal. I watch Finn wipe himself clean with a towel. Even that is erotic in its own way. There’s something incredibly hot about knowing that he got off watching me touch myself.
“You’re amazing,” Finn says.
“I’ve never done anything like that,” I say, feeling suddenly shy.
Finn smiles. “Neither have I. To be honest, I didn’t expect you to go along with it.”
I can’t help it. I laugh.
“I blame you,” I say. “Something about you makes me a little wild. I think it’s because I like to see you drop your guard. Lose control a little bit. It’s sexy.”
“You’re welcome to get wild with me anytime,” he says with a wicked grin. “I’m here for your pleasure.”
“Don’t worry,” I say. “I plan to use your body every chance I get.”
“Promises, promises.”
Chapter Twenty-four
Finn
As the days pass and Hannah spends more and more time with me, it becomes clear that this thing between us won’t stay a secret much longer. We’re careful to be nothing but professional in front of people at work. Still, I’ve seen some of the staff look at the two of us oddly when we’re working together. I’m careful to school my expressions when I look at Hannah, but I’m not sure how successful I am. Maybe it’s like Claire said and our attraction for one another is obvious to others, no matter how hard we try to hide it. Regardless, I know we’re going to have to address it soon before the rumor mill gets going.
I bring it up to Hannah one night after Liam is asleep and the two of us are cleaning up the dinner dishes.
“I think people are starting to get curious about us at work.”
Hannah looks up from the plate she’s drying. She doesn’t look surprised. “I wondered about that too,” she says with a sigh.
I dry my hands and pull her toward me. “Is it so bad if people know we’re together?”
She twines her arms around my neck. “It’s not that. I just don’t want people to think I’m the office slut who’s sleeping with the boss.”
I laugh. “Hannah, seriously? First, no one in their right mind would think you’re a slut. And second, you’ve worked at The Jester for over 7 years. You’ve worked your ass off to get to where you are now and everyone working there knows that. You didn’t sleep your way to the top.”
She rolls her eyes. “Like that was even an option,” she grumbles. “You never once made a move on me in all those years.”
I smile and kiss the corner of her mouth. “Not because I wasn’t tempted. I was trying to do the honorable thing.”
She pulls me down for another kiss, lingering this time. “Glad you stopped doing the honorable thing,” she whispers.
“Me too.”
Resting her forehead against my chest, she stands still for several seconds. I know she’s thinking things through and I give her all the time she needs. Eventually she lifts her head and looks at me.
“Okay. You’re right. Time to let the rest of the world in on our dirty little secret.”
I pretend to be offended. “Little?”
She smiles as I’d intended. “Well,” she says, brushing her hand over the front of my pants. “Not so little.”
I smile. “Well, now I’m thinking dirty things.”
“Patience,” she whispers. She looks back at me, her face serious now. “So, how do we do this? Company newsletter? Make-out session in the dining room at breakfast?”
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nbsp; I pretend to give her suggestion serious thought before speaking.
“How about tomorrow morning, after you take Liam to school, you pick me up and we can ride to work together?”
She takes a deep breath and nods.
“Then we can have lunch together? In front of other people?”
I nod and kiss her. “Make-out session optional.”
Chapter Twenty-five
Hannah
In the end, it isn’t such a big deal to go public with our relationship. No one seems particularly surprised to see me and Finn together. When Andie happens upon Finn and me sneaking a kiss in the kitchen she only smiles and shakes her head. Two days after Finn and I started driving to work together, I walk past the front desk on my way back to my office. I’m carrying two steaming cups of coffee.
Matt waves me over. He leans over and says in a quiet voice, “Listen, I know you guys are trying to keep things low-key, but I just wanted to say it’s about time.”
I feel my face heat and shake my head, trying and failing to hide my smile.
“Thanks Matt,” I say before continuing on to my office where Finn waits for his coffee.
If it surprises him that no one at the Jester seems to care that we’re romantically involved, Finn doesn’t let on. I admire his ability to not care what people think of him. As a young single mom, a college dropout and a divorcee, I haven’t always had that luxury. Being with Finn has helped my confidence as I watch the way he deals with the rest of the world.
Days blend into weeks and we settle into a routine of sorts. Some days Finn picks me and Liam up and we all ride together in his truck. Some days I pick him up. When we leave work for the day, we head to pick Liam up and listen to him talk about his day. Then it’s home to my house so Liam can do his homework before dinner. The three of us have dinner together most nights. It no longer seems strange to set a third place at the dinner table.
We’re curled up on the couch one evening when I ask Finn if it bothers him that we always seem to be at my house and never at his.
“I like your house,” he says, looking around the living room full of Liam’s scattered toys, the walls covered in framed photos. “It’s a home. My place is just where I keep my stuff. Plus, it’s better for Liam if we don’t drag him back and forth every other day. This way he sleeps in his own bed and keeps his routine.”
“Are you sure?” I’m touched that he seems to have given so much thought to Liam’s comfort. I know I have, but I’m not used to someone else taking on that responsibility with me. It’s nice.
“Hannah, believe me. I’m much happier here with you and Liam than I’ve ever been at my own colorless, boring house.”
I hide my face in his chest, trying to ignore the warm feeling in my chest at his words. I’m dangerously close to falling for this man.
The next day, Finn shows up to take us to lunch. He’s early and I’m sitting at the kitchen table, still sipping coffee. He kisses my cheek before moving to the coffee pot.
“I need to run by the store after we eat,” I say. “I don’t have anything to cook for dinner.”
I turn back to the pen and paper in my hand and add another item to my grocery list. I can probably make spaghetti. It’s one of Liam’s favorites and it’s simple. Those are basically the only two requirements when I decide to cook. Busy writing, it takes me a second to realize Finn’s speaking. I look up and smile an apology.
“What? I missed that.”
Finn picks up a mug and pours himself a cup. “I was just asking if you guys want to come to Mack’s with me tonight. For dinner.”
He glances from me to Liam who’s paying more attention to his mug of cocoa than to the conversation. Finn looks back to me, a question in his eyes. It feels like he’s asking about more than just dinner. I know Sunday dinners are a kind of tradition for the King family. I also know it’s exclusive to the Kings. Van and Wyatt close the restaurant early on Sundays so the five siblings can have dinner together. For the past four weeks, Finn has spent nearly every day with me and Liam. The glaring exception to that has been Sunday evenings. Every week without fail, he’s left us to go to Mack’s for dinner. I’ve never asked to join him, figuring he’d ask when he was ready.
I know his family knows about us. This thing between us stopped being a secret after two weeks. I’ve also met all of his siblings plenty of times over the years. For that matter, so has Liam. This isn’t an introduction, exactly. It’s a sort of test.
I smile as I raise my mug to my lips. “We’d love to.”
Finn’s expression shifts back to something more casual and he ruffles Liam’s hair. “Baseball later?”
Liam nods enthusiastically as cocoa drips off his chin. I laugh and pass him a napkin before he can use his sleeve.
Chapter Twenty-six
Hannah
When we arrive at Mack’s later, I feel nervous though I can’t figure out why. I changed my clothes three times before settling on my current outfit. I’m wearing a flowy blue sundress with a thin open cardigan. It’s pretty and I usually feel pretty wearing it. Tonight though, I keep wondering if maybe I should have worn jeans.
“You look beautiful,” Finn says. He takes my hand and laces his fingers in mine as we walk across the gravel lot to the restaurant. Liam gallops circles around us as we walk, oblivious to my nerves. He makes it to the door before we do and bounces around, full of little boy energy as he waits for us to catch up.
Finn leans close to me. “They already love you,” he says. “Don’t be nervous.”
“They barely know me,” I object.
Finn shrugs. “They know you make me happy. That’s enough for them.”
I blow out a breath and give him a sheepish smile. “Is it that obvious? That I’m nervous?”
“Only because I know your expressions.” He smiles and I feel something inside me settle.
I nod. “Let’s do this.”
Liam tugs open the door, insistent on holding it for us to pass. We both thank him politely which makes his toothless grin widen just a bit.
The others are already there, seated at a long table set for 7. Everyone stands when we walk in which would normally make me uncomfortable. I hate being the center of attention. Finn never lets go of my hand though. It grounds me somehow, knowing he’s got ahold of me. He’s telling his family without words that I’m important to him. I give his hand a grateful squeeze as everyone greets us. To my surprise, Claire comes around the table and pulls me to her in a quick hug.
“I’m so glad you guys came!”
I smile. “Thanks. We’re glad to be here.”
Claire greets Liam next with a high five that makes him grin. Ronan, Wyatt and Van all greet Liam, reminding him of their names. I can tell he’s immediately entranced. The twins have him gazing back and forth in curiosity as though trying to figure out how they might be different.
It takes only a few minutes for my nerves to disappear entirely. The Kings are a noisy bunch and so full of life. There’s no way to feel like an outsider in their midst, even though they’re so clearly a tightknit family. They welcome Liam and me as though we’ve always been sitting at this table with them. We eat, drink, and laugh the evening away. Wyatt tells an embarrassing story about something Van did as a kid. Van responds with a hilarious story of his own involving Ronan and Claire. The night continues with each sibling trying to one-up the others with more outlandish tales from their childhoods.
Once we’ve all eaten our fill, Claire moves over to the piano in the corner and plays a few songs while the rest of us clear the table. She plays old rock songs and new pop songs, putting her own spin on each. Sometimes she sings along and sometimes it’s just the instrument. It’s hard not to be distracted by her talent. Eventually, we all give up cleaning and just listen to her play. Liam wanders over to sit beside her on the bench and she smiles down at him. Finn is near the bar talking with Van. Ronan sits beside me, watching his sister with pride in his eyes.
"So, you
guys do this every Sunday?"
Ronan turns to me. "Yep. We started it after I moved back home, when I got out of the military. Before Wyatt and Van started Mack's, we'd just rotate from house to house. Take turns hosting. But for the past 5 years, we've done it here."
I smile. "It's nice that you all make the time to do this. Not all families are like that."
I think about my own scattered family. I'm lucky if I talk to my mom on the phone more than twice a month.
Ronan takes a sip from his beer then gestures with the bottle. "It was Finn's idea," he says. "He saw how we'd kind of started to drift apart a little. Life gets in the way sometimes, you know. Anyway, Finn said that with Mom and Dad gone, it was up to him to make sure the family stayed a family. So, he started Sunday dinners. To be honest, none of us put up much of a fight about it."
He smiles and I'm struck by how much he resembles Finn. There's no denying that the four King brothers are related. They all have the same dark hair and the same piercing blue eyes. Ronan is the tallest of the four men with Finn close behind him. Wyatt and Van are identical twins, but there are subtle differences in the way they carry themselves that make it easy to tell them apart. Not to mention the tattoos. Wyatt's left arm is covered with brightly colored ink while Van doesn’t have any tattoos that I’ve seen. Wyatt is also more outgoing than his twin brother. It’s easy to tell them apart if you pay attention.
"I think deep down we were all a little lonely,” Ronan says, interrupting my musing. “Missing family life.”
I smile at Ronan before my gaze strays to Finn. He's standing near the piano now, watching as Claire shows Liam where to place his fingers on the keys. Something in my chest does a complicated little flip as I take in the scene.
I turn back to Ronan before I stare too long at Finn and he sees the truth written all over my face. "Well, just judging by what I know of your family, I'd say the Sunday dinners have been a success. Anyone with eyes can see what you all mean to each other. It's good to have that."