Falling For Fin (Falling Book 5)

by Tracy Lorraine

  He moves over to pay the other nipple the same attention, before lowering himself to his knees on the floor. He grabs hold of my ankle before running kisses from the sole of my foot, up to my knee. When he can’t go any higher, he places his hands behind both of my knees and forcefully tugs so my arse is just hanging off the bed. The movement causes my nightie to rise up around my waist, exposing me fully to him. As I was planning on getting lucky tonight, I took myself off to the salon yesterday and got waxed from head to toe in preparation. The look on Fin’s face right now tells me that the pain was worth it. Shit, I’d do it every day to put that look of admiration on his face.

  “Ahhh, fucking heaven,” he says, before continuing his kisses up my thighs. My entire body tenses as he gets close to my core. I need his touch more than my next breath at this point. My breathing is so erratic that I should be embarrassed that I’m panting like a starved whore, but I couldn’t care less.

  The first swipe of his tongue makes me buck off the bed. He didn’t do this last time, so I have only been able to imagine how it feels. The real thing is so much better than my imagination. I shamelessly tilt my hips to give him better access, my body craving more. Craving everything he’ll give me. If this is a one-night thing like he promised, then I need to make the most of everything. Because tomorrow, when I’m no doubt left heartbroken that it’s over, I’ll need to remember every moment and every touch.

  I reach down and thread my fingers through his hair so I can hold him in place. I don’t ever want him to stop what he’s doing.

  I feel his tongue move down from my clit. When I feel him push inside me, a loud, involuntary groan escapes my mouth. Fin tries to move his head back, I guess to tell me to be quiet, but I clench my hands in his hair to make him stay put. I feel his body shake with a laugh.

  He continues his delicious torture with his tongue, and he must feel my body shaking, ready for its release, because I feel him move slightly before the palm of his hand is pressed against my mouth. I don’t get to be grateful for the move, because one more flick of his talented tongue sends me over the edge and I scream into his hand as my body pulsates.

  Fuck me, I’ve never felt anything like that before. Part of me wonders why I’ve waited so long to experience this again, but I know it’s pointless thinking about it, because it’s clear as day that I was holding out hope that I would get another chance to experience it with Fin. And am I glad I waited!

  Apparently, I moved my hands from his hair with my orgasm, allowing Fin to move. I feel him shift and he starts placing kisses up my stomach, lifting the satin higher with his nose as he goes.

  The higher he gets, the louder his muttering gets, and I begin to work out what it is he is saying. “I shouldn’t be doing this but fuck, I can’t fucking stop. So sweet, you taste so fucking sweet. Never want to stop, want to do this forever. Waited so long for this.” His words make my heart race. Knowing he wants me as much as I still want him gives me false hope. I try not to let myself believe this could be something, because the rational side of me knows that will never happen.

  His mouth eventually finds my nipples, and he begins teasing me with his tongue and lips until I’m begging for more.

  “Fin, come on, I need more. Please,” I pant, as he continues sucking my tips deep into his mouth.

  Getting frustrated, I lift my arms up and pull my bunched up nightie over my head and throw it across the room. I go to make a second attempt at Fin’s shirt, but when he feels me touch him, he jumps back like he’s been burned.

  Panic washes through me that he’s going to put a stop to this. He can’t leave me like this, surely?

  I prop myself up on my elbows and look up to him. His hair is sticking up in all directions from where I had my hands in it. His usually light blue eyes are looking dark and dangerous, and they send a shiver through me as soon as I lock on to them. Our eye contact holds for long seconds, and the longer we are both stock still staring at each other, the more I start to wish I could read his mind.

  “What are you-?”

  “Don’t,” he interrupts.

  I snap my mouth shut at his demand, more confused than before. I continue to watch as his eyes leave mine and begin to run down my body. I feel my skin heat as his gaze licks over me.

  “Fuck, Connie. This is wrong, we shouldn’t be doing this. If he finds out…” he doesn’t finish this sentence. He doesn’t need to, because we are both well aware what would happen.

  “Don’t back down now, please,” I’m not even ashamed that I’m lying completely bare, begging for him not to leave. And I don’t even think twice before sitting up so I’m now resting back on my hands and bending my knees and opening my legs slightly. The move has the desired effect, because I watch as his eyes lower and he swallows hard.

  “Oh, don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere,” he growls, before pulling his shirt up and over his head, toeing off his shoes and dropping his trousers and boxers.

  Now it’s my turn to stare. He’s only got bigger in the five years since we were together before. His body, shit, it’s every woman’s fantasy. It’s his chest, though, that really gets my blood pumping. I want to sink my teeth into his pects.

  He doesn’t allow me any more time to think, because he is moving and pushing me down, then lining his body up against mine. His mouth takes mine with a hunger I can’t even describe, and his hands grab on to every bit of my body he can reach.

  I’m on the verge of screaming at him to get a move on when he suddenly sits himself up between my knees. I watch him go to lean over the bed, I presume to get his trousers, when his eyes go wide.

  “Shit.”

  “What? What’s wrong?”

  “I haven’t got any condoms, fuck.”

  Shit. My hands slide off his thighs in disappointment, and my heart drops when I feel him begin to move.

  I make a snap decision that I might live to regret, but I don’t care in the moment.

  “It’s okay, I’m on the pill and I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since-” The look on Fin’s face stops me in my tracks.

  “You…you haven’t. Fuck.” I watch as he lifts his hands to his hair and tugs while looking down at me like he wants to devour me.

  “Fin, I…WHOA!” I shout as he suddenly thrusts into me.

  His hands grab on to my hips and he lifts me slightly as he increases his tempo.

  “Oh shit,” I groan out, and he hits somewhere seriously deep inside me.

  My ankles link up behind his back at the same time he grabs my wrists and holds them together in one hand above my head. We move together in perfect harmony, our bodies moulding together perfectly.

  Fin moves his free hand down to my clit, and the sensation of that combined with his cock has my back arching off the bed in pleasure.

  “Come around my cock, Connie. I need to feel you,” he rumbles into my ear quietly. That, combined with another flick of my clit, has the desired effect, and my muscles contract tightly around him as my orgasm rushes through me.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Fin repeats in my ear before he moans loudly then latches on to my neck as he reaches his climax.

  I can’t describe how I feel in that moment with Fin twitching and spilling himself inside me. I feel more content and at home than I think I ever have in my life. This is exactly where I’m meant to be.

  The feeling is short lived, though, because all too soon, Fin is pulling out of me and looking unsure of himself.

  * * *

  Present…

  I’m pulled from my thoughts of that night as another wave of nausea washes over me. Thankfully, my morning sickness has reduced so that it is just in the mornings now. I had no idea I was pregnant until I started throwing up at all times of the day. I first thought I had a stomach bug, but when it didn’t stop after a couple of days, I started to get suspicious. I was too scared to take a test and have it confirmed, though. I just knew it was going to be a disaster with Fin and Ruben, so I kept it secret from everyone
and tried to pretend like everything was normal. I guess I was hoping for some inspiration as to how to deal with the whole thing, but of course that didn’t happen. All that I achieved was to hide the fact I felt and looked like shit from everyone so they didn’t start questioning me.

  I drop down on to my knees and heave into the toilet while dreading going to work. The smell of coffee, yuck! I really need to come up with a plan for work if I’m having a baby.

  Fin

  I’ve been hard since thinking about Connie’s birthday night five years ago. That night was unbelievable. It was like we were making up for all the time we’d kept away from each other since that first time.

  * * *

  Five years ago…

  That was the most amazing few minutes and the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. I pull out of Connie and get up off the bed. I stand, staring at her, wondering what the hell I just did. I’ve spent the best part of five years trying to keep my distance from her, and now I’ve gone and ruined the little bit of progress I had made trying to forget her. I’ve caved to my need for her, and now I’m going to have to leave her again. I can tell by the way that she’s looking at me that it’s going to hurt her just as much as it’s going to hurt me when I walk away. There is no other choice, though; Ruben won’t accept us. The Fosters are my family. This can’t happen.

  “Fin?” she questions. I don’t answer though, just continue staring at her as if she might disappear at any moment. “You said that is for tonight only, right?”

  I nod.

  “Well, it’s still early, so I suggest we make the most of it,” she says, looking slightly embarrassed.

  It’s all I need to hear. I reach out, grab her ankles and pull her down the bed. Once I can reach her hips, I hold tightly and flip her over so she is on all fours. I waste no time in lining myself up and sliding slowly back into her. Feeling what I left of myself in her only a few minutes ago makes me want to punch my chest like a caveman. I allow myself to believe for a few moments that this amazing woman is mine. I can’t allow the feeling to take hold, though, because I know how much it’ll hurt once tonight is over, and I know it’s not the case.

  Some movement outside the bedroom door catches my attention, but not enough to stop what I’m doing. Instead, I gip Connie’s hips a little tighter so I can get even deeper inside of her. It obviously works, because she lets out a load groan.

  “Shhh, baby.”

  She turns and looks back at me. The sight of her shining dark eyes and flushed cheeks makes my heart hurt a little. She holds my eye contact for a few seconds before reaching out to grab a pillow so she can shove her face in it.

  Another noise from outside distracts me, but I’m soon pulled back to the job in hand, because Connie starts contracting around me and screaming what I can only presume is my name in to the pillow she has practically wrapped around her face.

  “Connie…are you okay?” Ruben shouts through the door.

  “Shit,” I hear her mutter as he lifts herself up. “Yeah.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah, yeah. I just…uh…stubbed my toe.” As she says this, she turns back to look at me as if looking for help. I’m not sure there is anything I can do to help right now. I’m stood at the end of her bed with my hard cock still inside of her. The only thing that doesn’t need to happen right now is for Ruben to come in. If that happens, then I am well untruly fucked. As in, there is a good chance I wouldn’t see another day, and Ruben would find himself in prison, kind of fucked.

  “I’m so sorry I ruined your birthday, Con. Wanna have a drink with me? I’ll make it up to you.”

  “NO!” she snaps a little too harshly. I’m not sure if it’s in panic at the situation or the fact that I can still feel aftershocks twitching her pussy from her recent orgasm. “I’m just going to go to sleep.”

  “Oh, Con, don’t be like that. I said I’m sorry. Come on,” he practically begs. I lightly shake my head at his patheticness. I suddenly realise that the earlier noise must have been him seeing his lady friend out. I glance over at the clock and chuckle to myself. She was obviously shit in the sack if she’s been given the boot already.

  “I’m not being like anything. I just want to go to sleeeeep.” The length of this conversation through the door is killing me and my balls. My restraint snaps, and I have to start moving halfway through her sentence. I swear my balls are going to explode if I stand still any longer. The feeling, along with the amusement of watching Connie trying to keep her cool, was definitely worth it.

  “Are you sure you’re okay?” Ruben asks again.

  “Yes, I just want to go to sleep. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” she says harshly.

  “Okay,” says a sad voice from the other side of the door. “Night, then.”

  “Night.”

  We both stay stock still for a few minutes while we listen to Ruben move around the kitchen, but it’s not long before we hear him head upstairs and we can continue where we left off.

  At some point, many hours and even more orgasms later, we both fall fast asleep. And it was the best sleep of my life, being wrapped around Connie.

  * * *

  Banging coming from the kitchen wakes me with a start.

  “Fuck,” I mutter to myself as I start unwrapping Connie’s limbs from my body. I need to get the hell out of here as soon as possible. I wasn’t meant to fall asleep. I intended on holding Connie until she fell asleep, then sneaking out. But here I am, still in bed with her. It’s light out, and I’m listening to Ruben crash about on the other side of the door.

  I slide myself out and make quick work of finding my clothes and getting dressed. I can’t help myself; once I’m dressed, I head over to where Connie is still fast asleep and kiss her lightly on the forehead.

  “I’m sorry,” I whisper, before standing and moving over to the window. In seconds, I have it open as wide as it will go and I am beginning to climb out. It isn’t a window that was designed to have a fully grown man climb though it, but it’s the only choice I have. So after removing a layer of skin from my upper arm and scratching across my back, I’m standing on the grass below the window and about to take off across the small garden to make my way home. My walk of shame, I guess.

  I’ve barely taken two steps before I hear Ruben’s voice.

  “Connie, do you want a coffee?”

  I panic and stand back against the stone building. Trying to slim line myself as much as possible.

  I can only imagine how ridiculous I look.

  I hear a knock before he tries again, “Connie, do you want a…oh.”

  Oh fuck. I didn’t look around the room before leaving. Please don’t tell me I left any evidence of my visit.

  “Shit, Ru, didn’t you want to knock?” Connie says, sounding flustered.

  “I did.”

  “Oh, well, uh…yes please. I’ll be out in a minute.”

  “Okaaay,” Ruben replies sounding suspicious. I can only presume it’s obvious that Connie has had a late-night visitor.

  I thank my lucky stars that he hasn’t instantly presumed it was me and that he hasn’t come to find me and take off for home.

  * * *

  Present…

  I eventually haul my arse out of bed and go about getting dressed for work. I know I shouldn’t be going with broken ribs, but I’m not about to sit at home wasting the day away. I need distraction from the situation with Connie, so I’m going to work, even if it means having to deal with Ruben. I made my bed, so I need to lie in it and accept the consequences, no matter how much they hurt.

  “How’re you doing, son?” Nigel asks when he rings not long after I get to site.

  “Not bad, hoping to have the heating running today,” I say, referring to the boiler I’ve been installing in the huge Manor House I’ve been working on with my apprentice, Ollie.

  “You’re at work?” he asks, sounding incredulous.

  “Yeah, well, I wasn’t just going to sit at home and do nothing.”


  “Maybe so, but you’ve got broken ribs, Fin,” he chastises. “Have you spoken to Ruben?”

  “No.”

  “I’m guessing he doesn’t know you’re at work.”

  “No idea.”

  We chat for a while longer, and Nigel tries to convince me to go home and rest, but that is the last thing I want to do. I hate being in that house. I have done ever since Mum died. It’s not a home to me anymore - barely even a house now, really.

  It’s just after lunch when my phone rings again. Seeing Ruben’s name on the screen, I swipe to the side to answer the call.

  “Ru,” is all I say. I want to see what kind of mood he’s in before saying any more.

  “I need you to go to Kingswood. They’re having a problem with air in the system. Can you go and give them some help?”

  “Yeah, of course, Ollie is fine on his own here. Ru, can we-” I start but get interrupted.

  “Thanks,” he says harshly, then everything goes silent.

  He hung up on me. Well, I guess that answers my question about his mood.

  We end up working late, and when I eventually get home, I have to spend over an hour tidying up after my dad. It’s like a bomb’s gone off in the kitchen. It’s obvious he’s tried to do some cooking, even though I left him lunch, because there are pots and pans everywhere, but as usual, the fridge is empty. I try to keep it stocked up, but it seems to end up empty every other day. Fuck knows where it all goes. When I get upstairs, I see the mayhem isn’t contained to the downstairs today, because there are clothes strewn across the landing and all over Dad's room.

  By the time I’ve finished, I’ve gone past the point of being hungry. I make sure Dad has some dinner to keep him going for the night before getting my aching, broken body into bed after a hot shower.

  This is the first night in a long time that I haven’t ended up at Connie’s after work. Little does he know, but Ruben made it fairly easy for us to sneak around, because as soon as things got serious with Emma, he was hardly home. It worked perfectly.