“Fin...”
“Yeah, I know.”
He stood up with a heavy sigh and grabbed his keys off of the table. I leaned forward and put my face in my hands.
While I will admit that making out with Finley again was a thousand times better than a hangover, it was much more dangerous.
There was a knock on the door and I glanced at the clock on the wall.
It’s not even noon. Who the hell could that be?
“Would you?” I asked him since he was already by the door.
I leaned back on the couch and craned my neck to see who it was.
“Oh GOD,” Fin said unhappily.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Liora asked him angrily, as she pushed passed him.
“I invited him over. He’s on his way out. Can’t you be nice to each other for two seconds?” I asked them in exasperation.
“You always were a bitch,” Fin said to her on his way out.
“Why don’t you go find another stripper to stick your dick into, little boy?” Li snapped at him on his way out.
“Fuck you, Liora!” Fin shouted at her, slamming the door behind him.
Li looked at me furiously, “If you had sex with him, just tell me now.”
“I swear didn’t!” I insisted.
I was actually shocked at how angry she was. I mean she hated Finley and he hated her; that much was obvious, but I never expected her to be this furious at seeing him again.
“What if I did, though?” I asked, feeling myself becoming angry. “What business would that have been of yours?”
“Eden,” she started as patiently as she could, “I understand first love. I do. But this is the same Finley that fucked a stripper! I don’t want to see you broken hearted over that dipshit again, so I’d rather that you didn’t give him any ideas or let him think that he has a chance again.”
My mouth hung open.
“Anyway, how did it go with Simon?” she asked, sitting down and blatantly ignoring the look on my face.
“He met a girl. End of assignment,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
“What?” she asked.
“He met a girl. Some little brunette chick. Name’s Eliza I think. Anyway he’s fixed. Can I go back to watching TV alone now?”
“Oh for the love of Christ!” she yelled, slamming her purse on the floor. “How dense are you Eden? I didn’t want you to set him up with someone!”
Wait.
“What did you just say?” I asked her quietly.
Liora sighed when she realized her slip up. She looked at me with a guilty smile.
“Opposites attract, right? You need a good guy in your life, and he needs a wild girl in his. I thought you guys would hit it off.”
“I knew it!” I yelled.
“Wasn’t it obvious?” she asked with a laugh. “Alright, so now I just have to get rid of this Eliza chick. Should be simple enough. Just don’t do anything rash with Finley okay? I really think you and Simon would be good for each other.”
“Shame he saw me doing the Lambada with Fin then, isn’t it?” I asked, giving her a dirty look.
“Drunk or sober Lambada?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Sober.”
Liora rubbed her temples. Almost as if though she had developed a blinding headache. Before she got a chance to say anything else, there was another knock on the door.
“Oh what the fuck. Is my apartment Grand Central today?” I grumbled, getting up and walking to the door.
“Morning,” Simon said with a smile.
I suddenly got an idea.
“Morning; glad you’re here. Liora has something to tell you,” I said stepping back. “Come on in. The powwow is in the living room.”
“Hey Boss!” he said cheerfully, as he sat down in the recliner across from her.
Liora smiled at him, then looked at me uncomfortably. When she saw the wicked grin on my face, she turned beet red.
“So Liora here tells me that she didn’t want me to help you meet anyone,” I said, glancing at Simon.
“I’m confused,” he replied.
“Yeah, get this. She wanted me and you to get together. Ridiculous, isn’t it?” I asked with a laugh.
“Hm.”
I looked at Simon and Liora and realized that I was the only person that thought it was a joke. Something about the look on his face told me he might have known all along.
“Simon? Isn’t it ridiculous? Especially since you met Eliza?” I prompted.
He lowered his eyes to the carpet, “Yeah. Ridiculous.”
My phone vibrated causing me to jump. I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep last night with it in my pocket.
Hey.
It was Fin.
Hey.
Sorry I freaked out like that on your friend earlier.
It’s okay. I’m sure you understand where she’s coming from though.
Yeah . . . Listen, Eden? I know I messed up, but would you want to go out sometime? Just the two of us?
I stared at my phone. I didn’t expect that. I closed the messaging application and put my phone face down on the couch next to me. I thought it would be fun to make him wait; especially since I had no idea what I wanted to do yet.
“Stripper Fucker?” Liora asked me.
I sighed.
That comment was enough to make my mind up for me.
Sure Fin. Call me later and we’ll figure it out.
Awesome. Talk to you soon. :)
I turned my phone off and threw it on the charger.
“Well, if you guys are all set, mind if I spend the rest of the day alone? I need to take a shower, maybe take a nap. Eat something. Alone. Without judgment.”
Liora looked at Simon, then back at me.
“Maybe Simon can stay? I mean you know, just to make sure you’re okay?” she suggested.
“No offense, Simon, but I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself,” I snapped.
“Never in your life will you come across someone as stubborn as that girl right there,” she muttered to him, getting to her feet.
Simon got up silently and followed Li to the door. They both left without looking back and I went over and locked the door.
I was frustrated.
Liora wanted me with Simon but I pushed Simon onto Eliza. Finley wanted to be with me again, but Liora wanted his head on a platter. Simon seemed to want to have fun and I wanted ...
What did I want?
I just want to be left alone.
Yeah, that seemed like a simple and truthful enough answer. I would go out to dinner with Finley because he was a lot of fun and I missed him. I would hang out with Simon to breed him for conquering the dating world and then I would live in my little one bedroom apartment, late on rent, and happy at my video game store.
Alone.
Forever.
I should probably get a cat or ten.
I rolled my eyes at my future prospect of being the proverbial Crazy Cat Lady and sat down on the couch.
The house phone rang which was odd, because everyone knew to always call my cell phone unless it was an emergency.
“Hello?”
“Eden! I’ve been calling your cell for twenty minutes!”
It was Chris; the store manager.
“Sorry Chris. I have it off and on the charger. What’s up?” I said, suddenly remembering why my cell didn’t vibrate.
“Matt called off tonight. Stomach bug or some shit, can you come in and take his shift?”
“Sure! I’ll be there in an hour!” I said hanging up.
I was always happy to take more shifts, since I was always needing extra cash.
I got in the shower and as I was scrubbing my hair thought of Simon’s kiss. I began to lather my hair slowly as I thought of Finley’s kiss. God, they were both so amazing and talented with their lips and—
Shit. Finley.
I had just broken our date without second thought. I felt terrible about it and I knew he would think I had c
hanged my mind.
I hopped out of the shower ten minutes later and went straight to my phone. I turned the power button on and walked back into the bathroom. I started to brush out my hair before I ran back out and grabbed my phone. I dialed Fin’s number and put the phone on speaker.
“Hey pretty lady,” he said smoothly into the phone.
“Fin, I fucked up,” I replied, cutting to the chase.
“Huh?”
“Chris just called me to come in tonight and I said yes. I totally forgot about our date. I’m sorry. You know I need the money,” I explained.
“Still work at the Game Cave, huh?” he replied.
“Yeah, I’ve gotta go. I have to finished getting dressed and go to work. I’m sorry. Rain check?”
“Eden, you know I don’t take rain checks,” he said with a laugh. “I’ll see you around.”
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK! There goes that one.
I angrily threw my phone into the living room and proceeded to dry myself off and dry my hair. Once I was dried and dressed, I ran out the door and hopped into my Jeep and sped to work.
I ran in and Chris thanked me on his way out. I stood behind the register and put on my nametag and took a moment to catch my breath.
Around seven that night I was half asleep. The store was dead and I was still hungover.
“Dinner has arrived!”
I jumped and lifted my chin off my hand. I looked over at the entrance to the store and laughed.
Finley was standing there with two big brown paper bags and a big grin.
“What do we have here?” I asked, standing up.
“Expensive gourmet from the East!” he answered, setting the bags down on the counter.
I opened one of the bags curiously and laughed again. I pulled out a carton of Chinese food and set it on the counter.
“You’re too much. Thank you,” I said, leaning over and kissing him.
His grin got larger and he pulled out a couple of cans of soda from the other bag and set them down. I pulled the folding chair out from under the counter and motioned for him to come around.
Finley sat down next to me and we ate our food and chatted like old friends for the next two hours.
When it was time to close the store, Fin grabbed the cartons and tossed them into the garbage, before taking it all out to the back. He came back in and waited while I pulled the grate down over the doors.
I turned after I locked them into place and bumped right into him. I didn’t realize he had moved until he was standing directly behind me.
“Hi,” he said softly.
“Hi.”
His body was shaking. I knew because of how close he was to me. But mine was too.
I looked up at him and he gently ran a hand down the side of my face.
“I know I’ve said it already, but I really have missed you, Eden. No one I’ve found compares to you and they never will,” he said quietly.
I closed my eyes and let myself take in his words, his touch, his smell.
“Fin...”
“Yes, Eden?”
I opened my eyes and looked deep into his.
It was now or never.
“Stay with me tonight?”
“Hell yes,” he said, leaning in and kissing me with carnal desire.
When he finally pulled away, we were both breathing heavily. I fumbled in my pocket for the store keys and Fin went around the counter to grab my bag. We went outside and I locked up the doors.
“I’ll meet you there,” he said, slapping me on the ass.
I grinned and hopped in my Jeep and got home as quickly as I could. I ran in and left the door unlocked and ran to the bathroom to freshen up. I heard the front door open a few minutes later then close. I heard Finley turn the lock and put the chain in its place.
“Where are you at, sexy girl?” he called out.
I took a deep breath and stepped seductively out of the bathroom. Finley grinned as I walked toward him.
I grabbed his hand in mine and motioned him for him to follow me, as I led him into the bedroom.
“I’m going to annihilate you. You know that don’t you?” he said.
“I hope so,” I replied as I let go of his hand and climbed onto the bed. I turned around and held myself up by my elbows and looked at him,
Fin pulled his light blue t-shirt off and threw it on the floor. I looked at his body and sighed happily. I missed his strong chest, ripped torso, muscular arms. He wasn’t huge, but he wasn’t small either. He was just perfect, and for tonight; he was mine.
I sat up and scooted down to the end of the bed and undid his belt, pulling it free of the loops. He looked down at me, his breathing becoming unsteady, as I unzipped his jeans and pulled them off. I waited while he stepped out of them and ran my hands up and down his, considerably sized manhood through his boxer briefs.
I toyed with him for a bit over the fabric before I slid my hand into the opening. I pulled out his now erect, throbbing cock and licked the tip.
He let out his breath sharply, and I looked up at him.
Finley was looking at me with fire in his eyes. I smirked at him, and began to slowly stroke him. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, moaning quietly. I ran my hand slowly up and down, from the base of his manhood to the tip, teasing him. One thing Fin told me was that he always loved when I used my hands to pleasure him.
I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue all around his hard cock as I went. Fin gripped the back of my head and moved me faster, up and down, causing me to gag.
“That’s so hot,” he whispered, forcing me to take him into my throat and causing me to gag again.
I could feel my need for Finley starting to moisten my cotton panties, and I opened my legs. I moved my hands down and started to rub myself over my jeans.
Fin suddenly pushed me away from him. I looked up at him confused. The look he on his face made me feel like he didn’t want to be with me.
“Sorry,” I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“For what?” he asked, as he leaned down and gripped my jeans around the hips and pulling them off.
I looked at him curiously. Giving me a sexy grin, he pushed me a little bit further up the bed and climbed on with me. He pushed my legs open and moved his head to my aching sex. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply when he began to gently lick me through my moist panties.
“Really Fin?” I breathed as I squirmed underneath him.
Finley was not one to ever indulge in the licking of anything. He told me he had tried it once and didn’t like it, but here I was on my back now, holding his head in my hands as he licked hungrily.
“Take these off,” he said as he pulled them off me roughly.
I giggled as he lifted me with ease. Then my giggles turned into loud moans as he gently pushed his fingers inside of me. I lay on my back squirming; enjoying every probe of his fingers, every lash of his tongue.
“Fuck, Fin!” I yelled out.
He pulled his fingers out of me and moved his tongue away from my clit. I looked down at him and a shiver went down my spine. I missed that look; the look that told me that this wasn’t going to be over any time soon.
“Take your shirt off. Now,” he commanded as he pushed me further up the bed.
I undid my bra and threw both the shirt and it onto the floor on the side of the bed. Fin hovered over me for a moment, looking deep into my eyes before I felt him move the head of his hard cock to my wet opening. I closed my eyes as he started to guide it inside of me. It had been a long time since I had sex and it felt a little painful again; almost like the first time I had been with him.
“Good God,” he moaned as he pushed himself completely inside of me.
I dug my nails into his back as he moved inside of me with purpose. I never wanted anything so bad in my life.
And it wasn’t just with anyone.
It was with Finley again.
My first boyfriend.
My f
irst love.
My first lover.
“Oh God, Simon!” I yelled out as he pushed deeper and faster inside of me.
Suddenly all movement stopped. The strong, thrusting ended abruptly as I felt him pull out of me. He held himself over me with his hands and scoffed.
What did I say wrong?
“I knew it. I fucking knew it,” Fin said, getting off of the bed and reaching for his underwear.
“You knew what?” I asked in confusion.
“Do you have any idea what you just said?” he asked, looking at me with a mixture of disappointment and disgust.
“Yeah, I said “’Oh God, Finley’”.
He stared at me for a moment before he reached down and snatched his jeans off the floor. I watched him as he pulled his underwear on.
“No, you said Simon. My name isn’t fucking Simon. But I knew it by the way you looked at him,” he said, shaking his head and pulling his jeans up. “No biggie though. When I saw you at TAO I couldn’t help myself. You looked amazing and all of my old feelings came rushing back. Looks like you don’t feel the same. Have fun with Simon,” he said through grit teeth as we walked angrily out of the bedroom.
A moment later I heard the front door slam.
I was lying in bed, completely naked, staring at the ceiling trying to recall whose name I had just said.
Oh God, Simon!
“Fuck!” I said out loud, putting my face in my hands.
I let out an angry, muffled scream. I just called the world’s most amazing lover the name of the world’s most amazing kisser. What the fuck was wrong with me?
I got up and wrapped a blanket around myself. Leaning down I grabbed my jeans and a pack of cigarettes from inside the nightstand and angrily made my way to the kitchen. I pulled the window open, sat down, and called Fin.
Please answer.
“Wrong number. This isn’t Simon,” he said.
“Fin, come on! I don’t know why the hell I said that! I don’t even like him that way.”
“Come off of it Eden. You obviously want to fuck him or you would’ve said the right name. Anyway, I have to go. Call Simon instead,” he replied sounding hurt and angry.
“Finley, please!” I said desperately into the phone.
“Sorry. Bye.”
I sat there and stared at the phone after he hung up. I was so upset. I was so angry. I wanted to cry and put my fist through a wall at the same time.
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