Burn It Down (The Burn Series Book 2)

by Dee Ellis

  Finn was on his knees in front of me, hands shoving my thighs open. The music soared over us, a crescendo as he dove between my legs. I cried out, barely muffled by the music.

  Finn sucked my throbbing pussy into his mouth, and I came. Then he bit and sucked at my clit, his fingers spreading me to his tongue. I tangled my fingers in his thick hair, my hips arching to his mouth. My thighs trembled as he lifted them at his shoulders, spreading me wide open to him.

  “Goddamn, your pussy tastes so good, Sweet Girl. Keep watching the show. I’m not done making you come yet.” Finn’s fingers slid back inside me, curling and pumping.

  How he expected me to focus on the show, I had no idea. I heard the music and smiled a few times at the lines. My eyes stayed focused on his head between my legs. His eyes watching me as he so lewdly kissed me.

  Finn’s mouth was a guaranteed orgasm when he focused it between my legs. His tongue pressed circles around my clit and his teeth nipped, and I was close again. Then his free hand reached up, and I gasped.

  “Need to see them, Sweetheart. No one can see us. Keep watching.” Finn tugged the low top of my dress even lower, letting my tits fall out.

  “Oh, God. Finn...baby, someone might see.”

  I said it, but I didn’t really care. It was too dark for people to really figure out what they were seeing if they could see us. Finn clearly didn’t care. His fingers caressed and tugged at my nipples, taking turns with each side.

  Jesus Christ. Pleasure pounded through me, harder and hotter than the last one. Just when I was close, his touch fell away completely.

  Finn lifted, gripping the arms of my chair and pressing close. Before I could complain about needing more, he was kissing me. Sweet and salty from my own flavor, his tongue traced my lips then pressed forward. His teeth drug slowly over my bottom lip, and I arched.

  My hands lifted to thread through the neat bun he had his hair in. Ruining it, no doubt. Then he tore away, and he was kissing my pussy like he had my mouth. Deep and slow, biting at my clit and driving me to the edge.

  “Mmm, come for me, Sweetheart. Let me taste what's mine.” My fingers clutched at his shoulders as I obeyed once again.

  “Jesus…fuck. Finn.” It was a hissed whisper as I tried to grasp at some decorum.

  Finn lifted once more, watching me with hooded eyes. My orgasm left me breathless and barely able to focus on him. I gasped when his head lowered, suckling at my nipple. His fingers slid out, coming up to my mouth.

  Watching him, I opened my mouth and let him sink his fingers inside. Finn growled as I sucked his fingers deep, careless they were soaked with my pleasure.

  Then he was kissing me again, teeth and tongue and his flavor taking over my own. His hands dropped between us, rough at my breasts, thumbs flicking at my nipples. I arched into him, my knees yanking at his hips. Urging him closer.

  My hands slid between us, fumbling with his belt. Finn broke away, a naughty smirk at his face as he gently stopped my hands. His free hand tugged my dress up to cover me. Smoothed the skirt back over my legs.

  “Not yet, Sweet Girl. Intermission. Let’s get a drink, yeah?”

  Before I could object, he was tugging me to my feet. Tucking me beneath his arm, he brought me close as he kissed my temple. I latched onto him, needing the support of his huge body to keep me upright.

  My legs trembled a little, and he had to carry me a few steps. We made it to the elevator, where he pinned me to the corner and kissed me until other people climbed on.

  Damn, Finn sure knew how to do a first date.

  FINN

  Never before had I enjoyed dropping five-hundred bucks as much as I did tonight. I would drop that kind of money as often as she let me take her out on these things. We barely watched the first half, but midway through the third act, I knew she was enjoying herself.

  Gigi leaned forward onto the ledge, smiling as she watched the show. Fuck, she was beautiful. Her creamy skin was flushed from the orgasms I’d given her just before intermission.

  Gigi wanted more, and I intended to give it to her. Besides, I didn’t think I could wait to get her home to be inside her. That fucking dress was driving me crazy.

  Knowing she was bare beneath it, and tasting her cum on my tongue still, I barely made it through the long intermission. I wanted to yank her out of there and fuck her in my truck again, but I wouldn’t ruin the date. I put a lot of thought into it, and I wanted us both to enjoy it.

  Now, I had a few more beers in me, and my dick had yet to go soft from earlier. From pushing her to the edge and keeping her there. I loved how Gigi obeyed me. At least, in the bedroom she did. Turned me on like nothing else.

  That night I made her strip in the hallway, where anyone could find us, was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Not because I lifted her onto my shoulders and had her pussy as a snack. Because Gigi submitted to me completely.

  I love that she lets me have control. Lets me know she trusts me. Trusts me with her pleasure, at the very least. I’ve never let her down. Don’t intend to ever let her down.

  I can feel her waiting right now. Enjoying the show but her tip-toes are on the ledge of anticipation. Waiting for me to push her gently over.

  “Sweetheart,” I murmur softly, barely heard above the music, “come here.” Gigi twists at the waist, and already I see she’s flushed.

  “Finn?” Her voice is soft and velvety, the way it gets when she’s turned on.

  I say nothing because I know she’s going to obey. When she does, a sexy smirk at her face and her eyes darkening, my dick hardens more. How that’s possible, I have no idea. Gigi walks the foot or so between us, the show behind her forgotten.

  Reaching out, I let my fingertips smooth up the back of her thighs. The sexy thigh high stockings she’s wearing are silky beneath my touch. Gripping her backside, I yank her closer. Gigi lets out a moan, and my cock jerks in my jeans.

  “On your knees, Sweet Girl.” Gigi folds down in front of me, my hands going to tangle in her hair.

  “You want me to…” My thumb presses to her mouth to quiet her.

  “No Sweet Girl. I just want to see you like this. I’m going to need to fuck you, here. In just a minute. Just want to see your beautiful face like this for a minute. I love how dark your eyes get when you want me. So gorgeous. Do the work for me, yeah?” I don’t need to clarify because her hands are already working at my zipper.

  I growl quietly as her hands find me without boxers, my cock leaping into her hands. Gigi moans and her head dips, her tongue swirling around the head. I know I won’t last if she keeps that shit up so I tug once at her hair. Gigi’s eyes go wide, and she whimpers around my cock. My hands slip beneath her chin to tug her face up.

  “Not now. I need to be inside you. Come here, Sweet Girl.” I shift in the plush seat, spreading my knees a little so she can balance on them

  Gigi flushes all over, and damn, it’s beautiful. Then she climbs over me carefully, eyes darting around. I bought the box seats for a reason. Privacy. We’re tucked into a corner, and there are curtains behind us and on either side.

  No one could see us, but I don’t really think either of us would care if they could. Gentle hands shove beneath her skirt, up her stocking clad thighs, to cup her luscious ass. I give a squeeze, then yank her over me more.

  Those long legs of hers are forced over the low arms of the chair. Gigi hooks her arms around my shoulders as I stare up at her in the dark. Damn, I love her. My chest swells with it as she dips her head, brushing her sweet mouth against mine.

  Her hips shimmy, and I feel how wet she is. Ready for me. Which is good because I can’t wait. My hands circle her hips, digging into her flesh to mark her, and I lift her onto my cock.

  “Oh, shit,” I growl as she slides home, taking me all the way, “yes. Going to be quick, Sweet Girl. I need you so fucking bad right now.” Gigi was not the only one on edge all night.

  As I watch, she just smirks, nods, and prepares herself. Her head falls back a
s I began thrusting up into her. Slow but hard, deep and long thrusts that shake her body. I reach up with one hand, tugging her tits free of her dress again.

  My face burrows there, suckling at her nipples and breathing in her sweet skin. Gigi whimpers and moans, but keeps it quiet, the music drowning her out.

  “So fucking perfect. I love dates if they’re like this. This is so hot, Sweet Girl. Fuck, you feel so good. Be quiet, Gigi. Your sounds are just for me. Tell me how good I feel deep inside you.” Gigi lowers close, and my speed picks up as she whispers at my ear.

  “You do. You feel so good inside me, Finn. Nothing else. No one else. Just you, baby.” I didn’t think I needed those words, but I did.

  Because seconds after she says them, I feel the ache at my chest lessen. I feel like I can breathe better. My thrusts pick up, and I am pounding up into her, holding her close.

  My mouth finds hers, and within minutes, we’re both clutching at each other. Riding out the wave of a powerful and consuming orgasm. The show ends to thunderous applause, and we both laugh.

  Felt like a standing ovation kind of ending to me.

  12

  Fall was fully in bloom, and I couldn’t wait for Thanksgiving. It was the first time all of us Coopers had someone to take with us. We did a huge dinner out at Mom and Pop’s place. Finn was always there, but now, he would be there with me.

  It was just days away, and I could tell he was a little nervous. Not like he had never been there before, but I knew it was different this time.

  Finn had taken me on countless dates. Dinner and a movie once or twice. Dinner and another show at the Orpheum. This ended just as perfectly as the last one had. I loved that fucking balcony now.

  Finn even took me to the museum one Saturday. We didn’t make it too far into the exhibit. Something about the art made Finn hot. We ended up behind a massive sculpture, Finn fucking me from behind with a hand over my mouth.

  Today, Finn was working so I planned to spend time with Charli. We planned a girls’ day out after she cut out early from the library. I'd been so busy with Finn, I hadn’t made time for much else lately.

  This was fine with me, if I was being honest. We had lost so much time being foolish. I headed out into the snowy sunlit afternoon and stopped in my tracks.

  Lying on the stoop of our condo was a single rose. It wasn’t covered in snow so I knew it was fresh. My eyes darted around as panic gripped me. The unease Jordan had left me with weeks ago grabbed hold of me again.

  After that day at the coffee shop, I swore I saw him a few times. At the art exhibit. Once at the movies. I thought I even saw him in the park once while I took winter landscape shots.

  My number had been changed because he kept calling and texting. Bree texted a few times too so that was my excuse when Finn asked. He didn’t push after that. I'd hoped to be done with them both.

  Staring at the rose, I thought perhaps not.

  Kneeling, I reached out to touch it. Then I stopped; pulling my phone out, I took a photo of it. Behind it was a piece of paper with a big “G” on it.

  I knew it wasn’t Finn because he knew I hated roses. Plus, this was creepy, not romantic. Finn had figured the shit out of romantic as of late. No way would he do something like this.

  I opened the note and stumbled back on the stairs. Before I completely lost it, I made a call. Not to Finn; I didn’t want him to be upset while at work. Really, I called the first person I thought of when fear burned through me. There were just four words inside that scrap of paper.

  “You owe me more.”

  “Red, what’s up? Charli should be there to scoop you up any second. Be warned: I don’t do well for very long without her, so have her back soon, yeah? Or deal with a grumpy bro.” I tried to smile, but my face felt frozen.

  “C-Cage. I, uh…I need to see you.” My voice sounded rusted and icy.

  “Gigi, what’s wrong?” All teasing was gone from his voice.

  “Can we come see you? I need to talk to you.” I was sitting on the steps, staring at the flower and the note, my backside cold.

  Panic began to make it hard to breathe. Had he been stalking me? Did I actually see him all those times? Was he watching us? What did he think I owed him? I was bent over, head between my knees, listening to Cage curse.

  My head shot up when I heard a door slam. Charli. Jesus Fuck, thank God. I almost smiled up at her when she came rushing over, but I couldn’t move my face. Plus, Cage was hollering in my ear.

  “Come right here. Is my girl there yet?” I nodded before realizing he couldn’t see, “Don’t you leave until Charli gets there, Gigi.” Again, I nodded as Charli crouched in front of me.

  “Gigi, sweetie, what’s wrong?” Charli cooed as she frowned at me, worry in her sweet voice.

  “Gigi. Go with Charli. Put my girl on the phone, okay?” I nodded and handed the phone over, not moving from the steps.

  “Yes, baby, I got her. Right home, baby. Okay. Don’t…no, Cage…baby don’t tell Finn. Not yet.” My eyes went wide and I panicked, my head shaking violently.

  “No. Not yet, please.” Charli shook her head and smiled; we both knew what she said, Cage would do.

  All I could think of was Finn losing it and marching his huge ass down to the school. Hurting Jordan Dexter and getting thrown in jail. Over something stupid. Finn had a bit of a temper and was wildly protective.

  I didn’t know how he would react. I needed to figure this out, then tell him. I couldn’t keep it from him, but we had to figure out how to tell him. Cage would know what to say.

  Ten minutes later, I was sitting on their couch in the warm cottage, a steaming cup of coffee cupped between my hands. Cage paced in front of the fire, cursing as he read the note.

  Not much of a note, really. It felt like a threat. Charli sat beside me, running a soothing hand through my hair and over my back. The woman sure knew how to take care of people.

  “I’ll fucking kill that dickhead.” Cage finally spoke in more than four letter words.

  “Hmm, not if Finn does first, baby. Gigi, tell us everything. We need to know what we are facing here.” We. Charli was officially a Cooper, and we all knew it, even if the details were yet to be taken care of.

  Details that I knew my sweet brother was working out. Cage had started setting things up for what I was sure was a proposal. Asking the entire family over for dinner in a few days, just before Thanksgiving. I was so busy with Finn, I hadn’t asked the questions I definitely wanted answers to.

  For right now, his possible proposal was not my worry. It was bound to happen anyway, so the when and how didn’t matter at the moment. I smiled at Charli and then started talking.

  I explained the day at the coffee shop, and the weeks leading up to it. How innocent it had been between Jordan and I. Then I told them about the night Finn took me to the park.

  How the cops had been called, and I swore I saw Jordan’s mini cooper. I left out why the cops were called, but I think they figured it out. I even told Cage about how I thought I had spotted Jordan a few times since. The phone calls and texts.

  “Gigi, why haven’t you told Finn this shit? You realize your man is going to lose his shit when he finds out, right? Not just because of what this prick is doing. Because you’re lying about it. It looks bad, Red.” I took a sip of the coffee, the hot liquid scalding my tongue.

  “I didn’t think it was really him, Cage. I mean, the calls, yes. Finn and I have been so great lately, you know? I didn’t want to screw it up again. Why can’t we just happen? Why?” A new kind of panic overwhelmed me, but Charli was there.

  “Sweetie, this won’t stop you guys. You just have to tell Finn the truth. He deserves it, and you know it. Can’t run from things forever.” I did not miss the look exchanged between Charli and Cage.

  Instead of our girl day of lunch and pampering, I stayed curled up on their couch. Cage called half a dozen friends to get some information on Jordan Dexter. Then he made me call Finn. I didn’t want to distu
rb him, but they insisted he would want me to.

  I just told him I needed him. It was all I needed to say. Faster than I thought possible, he was walking through the door. Didn’t even bother to knock.

  “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? You sounded upset. Scared. Thought you and your girl were going to have a day out?” Finn dropped to his knees in front of me.

  “We were. I was headed out to meet her. I, uh…I found a flower and a note at the condo. On the steps. It, uh…it was…what I mean is…”

  “Pretty sure Jordan Dexter is stalking Gigi. Or both of you. Tell him everything, Gigi.” Cage ordered when I couldn’t find the words.

  “What!? That pretty motherfucker! Tell me what, Gigi? What don’t I know?” I glanced over his shoulder and they both nodded, leaving us be.

  “I told you that day at the coffee shop, he made me feel strange. I can’t explain it, but he seemed different. Agitated. Aggressive even. The night at the park, I think he saw us. I think he called the cops. I saw him on the street while you got us pizza. I mean, I didn’t know it was him, it was dark and snowing, but…I felt like it was,” I could feel the anger roiling off him so I hurried out with everything else.

  “Jordan has called me pretty constantly. Texts too. That’s why I wanted my number changed. I mean, her too,” We never spoke her name now and I was glad for that, “I thought I saw him once or twice when we were out. I never was sure, Finn. I thought I was being paranoid. It didn’t make sense. We went out for a few lunches.” I grumbled in confusion before he shoved away from me, startling me.

  “So, you’ve been lying to me? Keeping shit from me? You promised to tell me, Gigi. We don’t lie, baby. Thought we cleared that shit up?” Finn was angry at me, and it hurt more because he didn’t seem worried about Jordan.

  “I didn’t mean to. I wasn’t even sure it was…” Finn laughed, and I hated how cold it sounded.

  “You knew he wanted you. You knew he was texting you. You hid that shit from me. Why? Is there something more going on between you two?” I felt like I had been slapped; I wanted to be angry, but instead, I was crushed.