“Finn,” she gasped when I tore my mouth from her and buried my face in the crook of her neck. “Please, more...”
My response was to lift her legs up and over my shoulders until she was nearly bent double. She began to buck and twist against me, writhing as her moans came faster and louder, threatening to knock me off my feet. All I could do was hold on to her as tight as I could and pick up my pace. We were a writhing mess, a jumble of arms and legs and other parts as we furiously tried to claw and fuck our way inside each other. Breathless and perspiring, I finally lifted her away from the door before we broke it and turned toward the bed.
I tossed her down in the center before quickly covering her with my body. She was panting as heavily as I was, eager to resume our connection. Hiking her legs over my shoulders again, I brutalized her lithe, sexy body with hard-hitting, heavy strokes in a relentless rhythm.
“You undo me, Kenni...” I rasped, nearly unaware of the words falling out of my mouth. I shouldn’t allow myself to be so open, so raw, but she made me more sexually vulnerable than anyone I’d ever known. With her, I was stripped, losing myself as I drowned in passion and lust, never concerning myself with the threat she could pose to my heart.
I withdrew completely, dropping her legs, then signaling her to roll over with just a tap on her hip. Once she was right where I wanted her, I pulled her curvy hips up to my waiting erection. Pressing a hand to her back, encouraging her to lower her chest to the mattress, I guided my swollen cock back to her entrance, driving forcefully into her depths.
I moaned as Finn roughly thrust his way back in, harsh and forceful. Every movement convinced me he knew how to take a woman, and I was his willing victim. Each touch, every slide of his powerful cock, pushed me closer and closer to him, the risk of being pulled all the way under his spell too exciting to resist.
His tongue licked a wet trail from my shoulder to my earlobe as his powerful hips drove him deeper. I thrashed beneath him, one of his hands caught in my hair, pulling tighter as I flailed, bowing my back so I could look at his face.
“Fuck! Your cock, Finn, I... I...”
“You, what?” He asked softly but insistently, demanding to know every thought and feeling he produced in me. I mewled helplessly as his next thrust robbed me of my breath. His dominance poured from his body, his savage nature emerging victorious as he claimed my body in a way I’d ever felt before.
“It’s so soon, but oh my god, I’m going to, you’re making me come....” My pussy seized, clamping down on Finn as my body rocked with spasms, my voice stuttering as I tried to choke out a response.
“I’m still not all inside,” he whispered with a rough chuckle, pressing just that much deeper and making me moan wantonly. It was as though the sound of my voice unleashed his confidence, his chest puffing with pride as he reminded me he still had more to give. “Let yourself go, Kenni...”
I spread my knees wider, allowing him to go deeper, unable to resist arching my back, so I could feel him push all the way in. His final thrust shoved me over the edge, wailing in pleasure.
He didn’t skip a beat, pulling my ass back up, higher than before, every stroke deliberate and slow, letting me feel his full measure. Sinking all the way inside me, a guttural moan ripped from his throat as he stilled. It wasn’t long before we were moving furiously again, our wet skin slapping together as we collided, again and again, our breathing a symphony of mingled gasps, moans, and pants with every hammering thrust. My pitiful whimpers rose above the rest as he drove me through my climax, pushing me higher until I exploded in a writhing, frenzied mess beneath him.
Soon, Finn threw his head back, roaring in victory as he claimed my climax. I tightened around his massive shaft as his movements became frantic and hurried.
“God, Kenni... I love your body… I can’t get enough of it.”
My hips bucked wildly, meeting him thrust for thrust as I surrendered to him completely. He pushed me to my limit and beyond, making me one hundred percent his. I couldn’t hold back any longer if I tried, and honestly, I no longer wanted to. For better or worse, I’d fallen for Finn, and there was nowhere to go but forward.
He lowered his head to my shoulder, his teeth sinking into the flesh as he bit down, keeping me in place beneath him. It was feral as though we’d been reduced to our basest selves, operating solely on instinct. I didn’t care, I just wanted him to take me there again. Before I could open my mouth, Finn fisted his hand so tightly in my hair, I shouted along with him as he emptied himself into me.
We collapsed in a heap on my bed, a breathless chuckle coming from both of us as we realized we’d moved it at least a foot away from the wall. Thank goodness I didn’t have fancy furniture or a headboard to worry about. A little hip thrust and the bed would move back into place. I rolled my eyes at the odd direction my thoughts had taken and took a sidelong glance at the man next to me.
If Finn Hawkins didn’t embody physical perfection, I didn’t know who did. Most people didn’t realize how physically demanding motocross was, but every rider I’d ever known was chiseled to perfection. In order to manipulate over two hundred pounds of machinery while flying over dirt hills, only to land on two wheels and remain upright, a rider needed to be. Even with the small bikes I’d raced, when I was at the top of my game, I was ripped to shreds. Now I was just lucky to keep cellulite at bay by riding a couple times a month for fun.
“I’d say,” Finn began, his voice cracking, so he stopped to clear his throat before starting again. “I’d say we should do that again. I mean, I think we did pretty good for a first effort, but I know we can do better.”
“I happened to be thinking the very same thing,” I replied, scooting against his side and slinging his arm over my shoulders. I nuzzled his jaw with my nose as he pretended to think deeply.
“I need about twenty minutes to lie here and piece myself back together because I was just dismantled by an amazing blonde,” he joked breathlessly, holding one finger in the air. “But if you can wait, I think I can manage to accommodate you.”
I dissolved into girlish giggles as he flopped over me, flinging his torso across my body as if to maul me but was too exhausted to do the job. I poked him in his side until he moved, then rolled to my side to face him.
I studied his expression, partially in shadow from the moonlight coming in from my bedroom window. It gave him a harsh, almost gaunt look, which combined with the grim set of his jaw made me feel exposed and vulnerable, as though his stormy eyes saw straight through to my very soul. I jumped from the bed and grabbed a ribbed tank top and panties from my dresser drawer, quickly drawing the shirt over my head before stepping into the thong.
“I’m, uh, I’m parched. I’m going to get a bottle of water. Can I get you anything?” I asked, my sudden anxiety making my voice hoarse and pitchy. I grabbed a hair tie off my dresser and wound it around my hair, making a messy bun, for lack of anything to do for the thirty seconds it took for him to respond.
“Sure, I’ll take a bottle, too. If that’s alright?” he replied, his smirk evident even in the darkness.
“Fine,” I muttered as I retreated to the kitchen. I wasn’t as thirsty as I professed to be, just needed a minute to catch my emotional breath. I’d shed the last of my defenses, joining myself to him, leaving me feeling exposed. The apartment was so quiet, I could hear my breathing accelerate. Closing my eyes, I repeated my daily affirmations to keep from spiraling out of control.
My strength is greater than any struggle... I’m fearless... I’m getting stronger every day…
Once I’d regained my balance, or at least as close as I thought I was going to get, I pulled two bottles of water from the fridge. Still not quite centered, I stared across the open kitchen to the picture window on the far wall. I’d forgotten to close the drapes when we went out, so the sight of pale blue moonlight streaked across the courtyard, casting shadows everywhere. Anyone could be out there... I clamped down on the thought before it could spiral out of contr
ol. Dalton Simmons had not resorted to stalking me. He wasn’t that much of a sociopath.
“Here,” I said, far more casually than I felt, pitching one of the bottles at Finn’s head as I reentered my room. Fortunately for him, he’d turned on the bedside lamp, so he was able to see the impromptu missile headed straight for his nose. He deftly plucked it out of the air and twisted off the cap.
“Thanks,” he said, a wry smile before he took a long swallow. “I worked up a thirst of my own. Or shall I say someone worked it up for me?”
“I haven’t the foggiest idea what you’re talking about,” I replied, taking a drink from my own bottle before sitting on the edge of the bed—the far edge. I wanted to curl up against him and bury my nose in his neck, drowning in his scent, but I was scared and unsure. I needed time to process my feelings, take them out and examine them, hold them up to the light, then.... probably stuff them in the closet where they belonged.
“Get over here,” Finn growled, waving me over the bed with his arm. “It’s cold, you look colder, and I have a nice warm body and blanket for you. What are you waiting for?”
I wasn’t ready to make excuses to get him out of the apartment just yet, even though I needed to sort out what we’d just done. That would have been the mature, self-disciplined thing to do, but Matt wouldn’t be back until the following afternoon. I deserved to know what it felt like to spend the night in the arms of the man in front of me. Didn’t I?
Before I could contemplate the question any further, Finn locked his hand around my wrist and physically dragged me to him. I didn’t resist, merely wiggled my bottom against him, letting him spoon me. He’d been right. I was cold, and the cocoon of warmth he offered was too tempting to resist. Who wouldn’t want to be pressed up against all that smooth, muscled skin all night long? I fell asleep with that thought on my mind, my head resting on his bicep as he whispered sweet words in my ear.
***
“What the fuck do you think you’re—?”
“What the hell are you doing—?”
The twin voices shouting from the front of the apartment woke me up from the soundest sleep I’d had in I didn’t know how long. I groaned inwardly, the sound coming out like an awkward form of choking. If only I would. Then I wouldn’t have to go break up World War III in my kitchen. Hauling myself out of bed, I was grateful I’d pulled on the skimpy underwear the night before. At least I wouldn’t be naked, going out to confront my brother and my potentially new boyfriend in the hopes of keeping them from killing each other.
I jumped over the pile of clothing and Finn’s boots that blocked my way to the door, grabbing his dress shirt and slipping it on like a dress. It wasn’t as if I had anything to hide from my brother now.
“What are you doing home?” I asked Matt, going on the offensive. I needed to take control from the get-go.
“I live here! Why am I being interrogated like I don’t belong here, and this jackwagon does?” Matt jerked his thumb at Finn, who promptly swatted it away, which triggered my brother’s “peacock” reaction. I stepped between them before it could come to blows.
“I’m asking because I didn’t expect you home until later today,” I pushed out through gritted teeth. “It’s only...”
“Two o’clock, Kenni,” Matt said dryly. I glanced nervously at Finn, who just shrugged like it was no big deal and filled the coffee pot with water. “How late were you up?”
“I don’t know… late, but I didn’t think I slept this long. Finn and I had dinner last night.”
“Looks like you had more than that,” Matt muttered at the same time Finn said roughly the same thing, causing my brother to rush at him from behind. I cut him off just before he tackled Finn.
“Coffee, Matt. Let’s all have some coffee before we begin the apocalypse.”
“Already on it,” Finn said, whistling as he popped a filter into the machine and dumped a shitload of grounds in. Matt and I both looked at him like he was crazy. “What? I like strong coffee.”
“There’s a fine line between good, strong coffee and toxic sludge. Judging by the amount of coffee you put in, I’m thinking we’re way into toxic sludge territory,” I mused as he pressed the brew button. Matt leaned against the counter next to the sink, arms crossed across his chest like a bratty boy, while Finn leaned against the refrigerator, smirking.
“I don’t know what you’re so smug about, Hawkins,” Matt rasped out after a moment. “As soon as you do something to hurt her—and you will because I hear that’s your thing—I’ll really put one on you. On and off the track.”
“I have no plans to hurt your sister or anyone else,” Finn returned, his eyes focused on Matt’s pointedly. His unspoken message was clear. He wasn’t in the business of riding dirty anymore, but if he needed to defend himself, he would.
Matt took a step toward Finn, who stood to his full height, which was at least two inches taller than my brother. I leapt between the two of them again, just before they could bump chests like cavemen and really push the matter out of hand.
“Enough, you two. Matt, Finn and I are... well, we’re something. I don’t know what yet, but you two need to put whatever beef you have with each other in the past. I don’t care if you two need to go outside and kick the shit out of each other or if you want to have a heart to heart and braid each other’s hair. Whatever the case, fix this. Now.” I gave both guys the evil eye, staring hard at them until they each cowered.
“He started it,” Finn muttered.
“Did not.”
“Oh Jesus, will you two stop?” I moaned just as there was a knock at the door. “I’m going to answer that, and I don’t want any bloodshed or broken bones in here while I’m gone.”
I gave them both another dirty look, pointing at them each in turn. I left the kitchen to more muttering and grumbling, but neither man dove at each other or took a swing, so I figured I could leave them for five minutes while I got rid of whichever salesman or religious zealot had the misfortune to knock on my door today. Unfortunately, with all the hoopla between my brother and my—maybe... I wasn’t sure... but could be—boyfriend, I was too busy muttering to myself about stubborn brothers and obnoxious dates when I opened the door, not checking first to see who it was.
“Hello, Blondie.” Dalton Simmons stood on my doorstep, stinking up the entire apartment complex. “Did you miss me?”
“I just saw you at the last Supercross race. How can I miss you when you never go away?” I replied, trying to shut the door in his face, but he stopped it with a stiff arm.
“I’m going to get the idea you don’t love me anymore if you keep this act up,” he replied with fake dejection as he tried again to push his way into the apartment. Matt and Finn’s voices were low, but they were audible. “Do you have company?”
“You know perfectly well I don’t live alone,” I whispered urgently, a signal he needed to be quiet as I squeezed out of the small space Dalt had made between the door and the jam. “Hurry up and say what you want before those two come out here and start asking questions.”
“Baby, I just miss you. Come on, we always had such a good time together, Kenni.”
“It’s been two years, Dalt. Surely, you’ve moved on by now,” I replied, with a glance over my shoulder to make sure no one was about to sneak up on us. “I have.”
“You can’t tell me you’ve found someone who can fill my shoes.”
“Well, you know what they say about men with little feet,” I said, grabbing his elbow and pulling on it to lead him away from the door.
“You know better,” he snickered as I pushed him down the open corridor in the hope neither Finn nor Matt would come snooping.
“Sadly, I do, but it’s still nothing to brag about. You and I are nothing. We never were, and we definitely never will be.”
“Don’t push me, Kenni...” Dalton growled, his sickening giggle gone as he looked at me with narrowed eyes.
“What are you going to do? Leave me alone for once?” I wh
isper-shouted, my eyes bulging from their sockets as I waved my hands in the air. “If only I could be so lucky.”
I took two steps forward, so we were face to face, my eyes hard as they bored into his, hoping to finally make an impression.
“It was the most amazing thing, you know? One day I realized you’d spent the entire two years I was your girlfriend gaslighting me—slowly but surely, tearing me down, keeping me off-balance, never lou. You manipulated and used me, and I let you because I didn’t know any better. Now, you think you can come back and do it again after how we ended?”
I’d just finished the Ladies’ Class Freestyle event at the Summer X Games. It was 2019 and my first appearance in a major venue. I didn’t win, of course, but felt confident in my performance.
“Not bad. For a motoho.” Dalt said with a shrug as he appeared at my side as Wally and I wheeled my bike through the stadium’s back corridors. I looked at him with a frown wrinkling my brow.
“What did you just call me?” I said, stopping in my tracks, handing Wally my helmet, and motioning for him to keep going. I turned to face Dalton, my eyes full of fire. He was already on my shit list for being such a dick the weekend before, but then again, that was status quo for us.
“I called you a whore. What else would I, or anyone for that matter, call you after I took you home last week?”
“What are you talking about? I had too much to drink and went to bed.”
Dalton’s sickening giggle made my stomach twist with anxiety. I’d learned enough about the man in the last two years to know he was capable of just about anything. He had a mean streak a mile wide, one he had no compunction about unleashing on me.
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