Before she knew it, she had the dishwasher loaded and running, the counters wiped off, and the last of the chicken potpie covered with aluminum foil and in the fridge. Grabbing the hose, she rinsed out the sink, and flipped the garbage disposal on for a couple of seconds before shutting it off again. She was just washing her hands in the warm water when she felt Finn’s presence behind her.
Looking over her shoulder, she found him leaning back against the counter watching her, his eyes on her swaying hips. She hadn’t even realized she was moving to the beat of the music until that moment. She shut the water off before she grabbed the dishtowel next to her and turned, leaning back and mimicking his posture.
“You know, I have to keep reminding myself that I’m supposed to wait.”
“Wait for what?”
“For you to accept my offer.”
“Your friends-with-moments-of-weakness offer?” Apparently she hadn’t been the only one thinking about it.
“Yes.” He nodded, heat flickering in his eyes. “I think I have a handle on how much I want you, and then a second later you prove me so unbelievably wrong. Like just now, I walked into the kitchen to find you dancing along to the music, and all I wanted to do was put my hands on your hips to feel you move.”
Brie set the towel down before she pushed off the counter and crossed over to him. She stopped when she was only inches away from him, reaching out and grabbing his hands.
“Like this?” she asked as she put his hands on her hips, starting to move them to the beat of the music again.
Finn’s nostrils flared as he took a deep breath. “Say yes, Brie.”
Her mind flashed to another night that he told her to say yes, her second day in Mirabelle. They’d been at the bar and he’d promised to make her night a very pleasant one. There was no doubt in her mind that evening would be another repeat of that promise.
Her hands landed on his chest, moving up and around his neck. “Yes,” she whispered.
The word was barely out of her mouth before she found herself spinning around, Finn pushing her back against the counter as his mouth covered hers. Her hands moved to the back of his head, her fingers fisting in his hair, pulling him closer. He must’ve taken that as a sign that she wanted more, and his tongue pushed past her lips, devouring her.
Just that quickly Brie was lost. Lost in him. Lost in his hands on her body, how they were pushing up under the hem of her sweatshirt, his warm palms on her bare skin, his fingers wrapping around her sides, holding her to him.
One of his hands disappeared from her body as he pulled away from her mouth. She slowly opened her eyes, it taking a good few seconds for her to regain her focus. He was breathing hard as he reached up, taking his glasses off and setting them on the counter. And then he was reaching up again, pulling the knit beanie from her head and tossing it to the side.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His hand gently moved to the back of her head, his fingers delving into her hair as he lowered his mouth to hers, his lips hovering. “So sexy I can’t see straight.”
“That’s because you took your glasses off.”
His mouth curled into a grin. “Brie, I could be blind and know you were sexy. It’s in how you talk.” He lightly pressed his lips to hers before he moved them across her cheek, and to her ear. “It’s in how you listen. In how just the scent of you drives me crazy.” He bent his head, his nose skimming her throat. “In how you feel under my hands. Your soft skin, your hair.” His grip tightened where he held her. “You make me want in ways I’ve forgotten…make me want in ways I didn’t know I could want.” His mouth opened on her neck, his teeth lightly raking before his tongue moved over the spot to soothe.
“Finn.” Brie’s moan filled the kitchen, and her fingers flexed in his hair. “Please.”
His hand dropped from her hair as he moved, mouth covering hers as he gripped her waist and lifted her up. Her legs wound around his hips and he moved his grip to her ass, holding her to him as he pulled away from the counter and started moving through the house and to the den.
Chapter Fifteen
Gold, Diamonds, and Wine Straight Out of the Bottle
It took a whole hell of a lot of concentration for Finn to navigate through the house while carrying Brie. There were certain obstacles he had to contend with, like the furniture and the cat and dog sprawled on the floor. Then there was the way Brie’s mouth was moving against his, her tongue tangling with his. Another thing that was taking up a good portion of his focus was how she moved against him.
Somehow, miracle of miracles, he got them to their destination.
His grip on her ass loosened, and she dropped her legs from around his hips. She oh-so-slowly slid down him, pressing against his erection and making him groan. God, he was going to lose his mind.
He needed to get her naked. Needed to get her under him, or above him, or anything at this point. He just needed her.
She was of the same mind-set, both of them attacking the other’s clothes, their mouths separating only long enough to pull sweatshirts and shirts over their heads. Her hands moved over his bare chest as he worked at the back of her bra. Once her breasts were free, he dropped his head, sucking an erect nipple into his mouth.
He didn’t stop undressing her as he tasted her, hooking his fingers into the sides of her yoga pants and pulling them down, leaving her standing there in a pair of simple black cotton panties.
Simple or not, the whole picture was perfect. Her body was illuminated by the fire behind them. Her hair down and around her shoulders, her cheeks flushed, her eyes golden.
Her hands went to the front of his jeans, tugging at his belt buckle before unsnapping the button and pulling the zipper down. Her hand moved under the waistband of his boxers, wrapping around his cock.
“Brie.” He sucked in a sharp gasp of air as she slowly moved her hand over him, giving just the right amount of pressure.
She leaned into him, her breasts against his chest as she kissed the side of his jaw. “Take your pants off, Finn,” she whispered, her lips moving against his skin.
Finn didn’t need to be told twice, nor did he hesitate in the slightest. The second she let go of his cock he moved, pushing his pants and boxers down his legs and taking his socks off while he was at it.
Brie moved back to him, taking him in hand again, as she started to stroke. “Do you like this?” she asked as she swiped her thumb over the tip.
“God, yes.”
“Well, then you’re going to love this.”
He grinned as she used his words from their first night together, but a second later all thought left his brain. Brie dropped to her knees and proceeded to take him into her mouth…and blew his fucking mind.
That was when he experienced the second miracle of the night and was somehow able to keep his legs beneath him. How he didn’t fall to his ass he’d never know, but he didn’t care. He let himself go over to the feel of her warm, wet mouth moving over him. She’d take him deep before moving back up, swirling her tongue over the tip before moving back down.
His hand went to the back of her head, his fingers in her hair, feeling her move over him. The pleasure was unreal, but he kept his release at bay, not wanting their first round that night to be over that quickly. He tried to think of different things besides Brie’s lips wrapped around his cock. He did as best as he could, holding on to the last ounce of his control right up until she reached up and squeezed his balls.
That was his breaking point, and he pulled from her mouth, almost panting. “Come here.”
He reached for her arms, lifting her to her feet. His mouth covered hers as he hooked his fingers in her panties and pushed them down her legs. Once she was free of them, he had them both down on the air mattress, him between her legs. He reached down, finding her wet.
“Is this from having me in your mouth?” he asked as his fingers slipped inside of her.
“Yes.” Her body arched as she moaned.
“I need to taste
you.” He rolled their bodies, pulling her on top of him. His hands went to her hips, moving her up his chest before settling her on her knees on either side of his head.
“Finn, wh—” But whatever she was going to say was cut off by her cry of pleasure filling the room. His mouth was on her, his tongue moving over her drenched folds.
“So good.” He found her clit with his lips, sucking before lapping at it.
She cried out again, her body falling forward to hold on to the sofa behind the mattress. He held on to her hips, guiding her movements above him, but it didn’t take long for her to start to move on her own, seeking more pressure as she rode his face. He didn’t let go of her hips, didn’t stop giving her exactly what she wanted, and she didn’t stop giving him what he wanted.
Her pleasure. Her moans. Her body.
“Oh God, Finn!” She screamed his name as she came, her legs shaking, her body pulsing.
He didn’t stop moving his mouth or tongue over her until she was good and truly done, milking her first orgasm for all that it was worth. He kissed the inside of her thigh as he felt her hands in his hair. She tugged lightly, bringing his gaze to hers.
“That was—” She swallowed, shaking her head. “That was phenomenal.”
“I think you’ll like what’s next on the agenda, too.”
The sexy grin she gave him was one that had the ability to make his heart stop. He stood by his statement from earlier…she was so beautiful it was insane.
Helping her move off of him, he sat up, reaching for his jeans and the wallet in his back pocket. He found a condom and pulled it out, throwing his wallet to the side.
“How many do you have tonight?”
He turned to her, finding her lying back on the bed, her head on the pillows. She bent her knees, planting her feet flat and spreading her thighs.
If his heart had stopped earlier, this sight was enough to get it going again. “Four.” He moved across the bed, kneeling between her legs.
“That sure I was going to say yes?”
He shook his head, opening the package. “Hopeful. I was hopeful that you would say yes. Now I don’t think I brought enough.”
“Finn, if we run out I’m sure we can figure something out.” Her eyes dropped, watching as he rolled the latex down his length.
“I’m sure we can. Lift your hips,” he said as he grabbed a pillow.
She did as he told her, and he put it underneath her, elevating her pelvis. He shifted closer, the tip of his erection at her entrance. “But let’s see how creative we can be with the four.” And with that he thrust into her.
“OK.” Her golden eyes closed as she pulled air into her lungs on a sharp inhale. When she opened them a second later they were dazed with passion.
He gripped her hips as he moved in and out of her, setting a rhythm. Her breasts bounced with each push and pull, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. Both of her hands were fisted in the blankets on either side of her body, twisting the fabric in a death grip.
He watched her writhe around beneath him, enjoying each and every slick slide of his cock inside of her. Her eyelids dropped to half-mast, as her body arching up to meet him became more insistent.
Finn moved one of his hands from her hip, bringing it between their bodies as he found her clit and began to circle. He knew she was close; he could feel her orgasm building.
“Finn,” she gasped his name. “Harder. I need more. Please.”
He pulled his hand away from between their bodies. Grabbing one of her hands, he moved over her. Giving her his weight and his mouth, he stretched their hands above their heads. He used the angle for leverage, giving her what she wanted as he thrust into her harder.
“Yes!” Her free hand wrapped around his back, her nails biting into his shoulder as she came. Her core pulsed around his cock and Finn let his own orgasm rip through him.
Well, let was probably the wrong word. He’d had no choice, because Brie had grabbed him before she’d fallen over the edge, dragging him with her.
Their bodies rocked together, slowing as they came down. He didn’t stop kissing her, didn’t stop tasting her mouth, didn’t stop touching her.
Because he couldn’t. It was impossible. Just like fighting his attraction to her had been. Just like trying to not like her had been. Just like forgetting her would be. Just like getting over her would be.
Impossible.
* * *
Brie was nice and warm snuggled up to Finn’s side, her head on his shoulder, her hand resting on his chest. He’d set up a stack of pillows behind him, using the sofa as a makeshift headboard so he could sit up.
They’d spent the last three hours talking while passing a bottle of red wine back and forth. Neither of them had wanted to bother with the glasses. Nor had they bothered with plates or napkins of any kind when they’d eaten cupcakes. Finn had just licked the frosting from her fingers afterward…and then licked some of that frosting from certain parts of her body after that.
They’d already worked through a second condom, Brie coming spectacularly with her feet resting on Finn’s shoulders.
“I think I’m going to need to open another bottle soon,” he said as he took another sip. “We’re down to a fourth of this one.”
She looked up at him, her cheek moving across his warm skin. “I think I’m going to need to hydrate some more.” She’d grabbed an armful of water bottles earlier, tossing them onto the sofa behind them. She’d already drank two, Finn three. “Between the wine and your stamina, I’m getting dehydrated.”
He grinned, reaching up and pushing a strand of her hair back and behind her ear. “Really? I’m just trying to keep up with you.”
“Well, you’re doing spectacularly.” She patted her hand against his chest.
“As are you.” His hand was up and under the shirt—his shirt—that she was wearing, his fingers trailing up and down her spine.
She moved her head back down, resting it on his shoulder. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Yes.”
“Last week you told me you don’t do relationships. Why don’t you?”
Finn was quiet for a moment as he took a deep breath and let it out. “It’s not exactly my favorite topic of conversation, but as you’ve shared things that I have no doubt aren’t your favorite, here goes. Rebecca was my childhood sweetheart…”
They continued to pass the bottle back and forth as he told her all about the woman who broke his heart. All the while that he talked, he didn’t stop moving his hand up and down her back. She got the feeling that being able to touch her was comforting to him.
Brie wasn’t sure how she felt about what Finn told her. On one hand, she hated that he’d been hurt. On the other, if he’d still been with Rebecca, he wouldn’t be there with her in that moment. She preferred him there with her.
“Thank you for answering me.”
“You’re welcome.” He kissed her on top of the head. “Now I have a question of my own, one I’ve been thinking about for a while now.”
“What’s that?”
“Why would someone buy that many cat costumes?”
Brie burst out laughing at the drastic change in conversation. “You’ve been thinking about Lo’s cat costumes for a while?”
“Well, when you had that gorgeous mouth wrapped around my cock, I had to think about something while you worked me over.”
“And it was cat costumes?” She laughed again.
“I had to focus on something.”
“Clearly. So where else did your thoughts go with these cat costumes?”
“Well, I feel like there have to be pictures of Lo in them. Why else would Bethelda get these cat costumes unless she was documenting them for posterity? And I feel like that album has to be in here among the hundreds of other books.”
Brie put both of her palms flat on his chest, pushing up so that she could look around the room. There was enough light from the fire and the lamp in the corner to illuminate some—b
ut not all—of the shelves.
“Hold on.” She pulled her legs up and under her, leaning over Finn to reach the lamp on the side table. His hand moved from her spine down to her bare ass, squeezing lightly. She turned and looked at him over her shoulder. “Really?”
“Couldn’t help myself.” He smiled wide.
She shook her head, turning back to the lamp and stretching just a bit farther to turn it on. The lamp more than doubled the light in the room, clearly showing the bookshelves. Brie moved back, her hands resting on Finn’s shoulders as she looked at the shelves behind him. As Finn was now seductively running his hands up and down her bare hips, she doubted he was doing anything besides looking for the outline of her nipples through the shirt.
It took her a minute—Finn’s wandering hands really didn’t help—before she focused on a cluster of photo albums in the back right corner.
“Hold please.” She kissed his lips before she pulled away and got out from under the covers.
Frankie, who was sprawled out in front of the fire with Lo, barely lifted her head at the movement before resettling and closing her eyes.
The house wasn’t nearly as cold as it had been before Finn got there and turned on the fires. Just a slight chill in the air. It wasn’t terrible, but it was enough to make goose bumps break out on her bare legs and arms. She grabbed the stack of albums before she quickly made her way back to Finn.
Dropping them on the floor next to the air mattress, she climbed back under the covers that Finn held up for her. Though this time she settled herself on his lap, straddling him. She sat back on his legs, making herself comfortable—and warm—before she grabbed the first album on the stack.
Finn pulled the T-shirt to the side, kissing her shoulder before he, too, grabbed an album. The first one Brie opened had a picture of a newborn that she was going to guess was from forty-seven years ago.
She barely glimpsed the pink, pudgy child in all white before she closed it. There was no need to open that can of worms right now. She tossed it onto the sofa behind them.
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