Finn Rhodes Forever: A Spicy Small Town Second Chance Romance (The Queen’s Cove Series Book 4)
Finn Rhodes Forever: Chapter 34

IT HAD ONLY BEEN a week since I’d seen him, but Finn kissed me with a hungry urgency that made my skin hot. My pulse whooshed in my ears and the hesitation I felt earlier evaporated.

This week, I had missed him, too, and being with him like this, it was too good to stop.

He walked me back against the bar, tilting me open for him so he could taste me. His stubble scraped me and I moaned into his mouth at the sensation.

He broke our kiss, resting his forehead against mine with heat in his eyes.

“When you look at me like that,” I whispered, “I feel…”

A smug smile pulled at his mouth. “You feel what, Liv?”

“Flustered.” I sounded breathless. “Like I don’t know where my thoughts went.”

His eyes darkened. “Good. You don’t need to think all the time. Let me take over for the next while.”

A muscle pulled low in my stomach and my brain turned hazy.

He must have seen something he liked in my eyes because he smiled and his lips returned to mine. He coaxed my mouth open so he could slip inside, and I shivered at the drugging glide of his tongue against mine. Lust swirled low in my stomach, between my legs, warming my blood and making me squirm for him.

“I can’t stop thinking about my fingers in your gorgeous pussy,” he whispered.

I nodded, temporarily stupid. “Uh-huh.”

He smiled. “You’re so cute when you’re horny for me.”

His cocky, knowing tone made irritation prickle at the back of my neck. Ever since he made me come the other week, it was like he had flipped a switch in me. I found myself daydreaming about us in the shower a hundred times a day.

He didn’t need to know that, though. His ego was big enough.

He ran his hands down the back of my neck with firm, dominant pressure, and I fought the urge to let my eyes roll back. His palms came to my breasts while he pressed kisses down my neck and collarbone, then he pulled the neckline of my shirt and bra cups down to toy with my nipples.

I gasped at the sharp pleasure.

“You going to come for me tonight?” he murmured into my ear as his fingers pinched and rolled the tight peaks.

I clenched my teeth so I wouldn’t moan. “Doubt it.”

He laughed silently against my temple. “God, you’re such a fucking liar. You’re practically coming with my hands on your tits, and you won’t admit it.”

“You clearly have no idea what it looks like when I come.” My voice was ragged. I was wet, and an urgent pulse thrummed between my legs. I gripped the bar counter behind me.

His low chuckle made me clench with anticipation. “I remember. I remember back then and I remember last week.” He leaned down to pull a nipple into his mouth and the hot slick of his tongue made my jaw go slack.

Holy fuck. I sucked a deep breath in through my nose and closed my eyes. Too good. Too fucking good. What Finn Rhodes lacked in responsibility and trustworthiness, he made up for in tongue skills.

“You can moan,” he whispered against my chest.

I shook my head. “No, thanks.”

He laughed, sucking hard, and I squeaked, eyes squeezed tightly closed.

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered.

“Good?”

“It’s fine.” My voice was high and breathy. “You’re still learning.”

He straightened up and did that towering-over-me thing again. His eyes flared with amusement and challenge and he set a hand beside each of mine. He was all around me, blocking me in, and I loved the twist of nerves low in my belly. My nipples pricked with a chill from the air after the wet heat of his mouth.

He shook his head, watching my eyes, mouth turned up in a wicked smile. “We always loved playing games, didn’t we, Livvy? Always loved racing each other to the finish line. Well, we’re adults now, and we’re going to play a different kind of game.”

Excitement arced through me but I kept my face neutral. I lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “Fine.”

He nodded slowly, holding my gaze. “Fine.” He stepped back and made a twirling motion with his finger in the air. “Turn around.”

Anticipation thrilled through my chest. I blinked at him. “Excuse me?”

He didn’t move, just held my gaze with that cocky, demanding expression. “Turn. Around.”

“No.”

His brow arched and the heat in his eyes lit me on fire. “Do it.”

“Make me.”

He huffed and his head fell back. “Jesus Christ, Liv. You’re going to drive me insane, you know that?” He stepped forward until he was less than a foot from me and placed his hands on my shoulders. He turned me slowly with unrelenting pressure until I faced the rest of the bar. He wrapped his arms around me, palming my breasts. His fingers toyed with me and my breath caught.

“Mhm.” His mouth was on my neck. His chest rose and fell against my back and something about his height, how he surrounded me like this, made the apex of my legs warm.

His hand slipped down, brushing the skin above the waistband of my jeans. “Undo the button.”

On the bar counter, my hands twitched, desperate to do as he said, but I held them still. “Why am I not surprised that you have a hard time undressing women? Maybe that’s why I still have my bra on.”

He reached around my back, pulled the band of my bra and let it go, snapping me. A laugh of surprise burst out of me at the sharp sting.

“Undo the fucking button, Liv.” His voice rumbled in my ear.

I did as I was told. A tiny part of me huffed in irritation but the rest of me? She liked this game. She liked this game a lot.

His teeth scored my neck and I shivered. “Good,” he murmured.

A shiver of pleasure rolled down my back and I bit my lip. God, I hated how much I liked this side of him.

With one of his hands gripping my hip, holding me steady, he slipped the other into my jeans, straight past my panties. His fingers brushed my clit and I whimpered.

He made a noise of appreciation. “I knew you’d be wet for me.”

My face heated as he slid his fingers through me with unhurried strokes. Sparks danced through my limbs, tension coiled, and I pressed into the hard length of him against my backside. Arousal rushed to where he touched me and I sighed.

“Oh my god,” I whispered, eyes closed, chasing friction and pressure.

“Need more?” His other hand dug into my waist, anchoring me.

“Uh-huh.” I bit my lip. The way he was touching me, it was winding me higher but not enough to get me to the edge.

Finn must have noticed the desperate squirm of my hips or the way my breath caught every time he ran the pads of his fingers over my clit, because his hand stilled.

“Bend over.”

My eyebrows lifted. “What?”

Over my shoulder, he grinned at me, lazy, roguish, and full of heat. It made my insides twist with anticipation. His hips pinned mine, locking me against the bar, and his hand came to my shoulder before he gently pushed me down.

I let him.

With my head tilted to the side, my cheek was flat against the counter, but his hand moved between my shoulders with more pressure.

“All the way.”

My bare breasts pressed against the cool surface and I let out a quiet gasp at the sensation.

“Good girl.”

Oh, fuck. My blood surged with heat. From where they gripped the edge of the counter, he moved my hands to lie flat over my head. This position felt… submissive. Totally at his mercy. Like I was serving him or something. My center ached to be touched again. My breath caught as he slid my pants down my hips.

I was exposed and open to him. Shame threatened at the edges of my consciousness but something bigger took over.

“Just like that,” he whispered, his hand rubbing up and down my back in languid strokes. “Perfect.”

Pleasure melted into my blood and I smiled with my face against the counter. How many times had I stood at this counter and taken someone’s drink order, or chatted with one of the regulars? My throat worked as I swallowed the grin.

Finn was a bad influence, but right now? I didn’t mind one bit. I’d follow the devil right into the depths of hell if he made me feel like this.

In the back of my mind, that old version of myself from a couple months ago was outraged and incredulous. What are we doing? This is Finn Rhodes, we hate him! He’s a backstabbing dickhead who we don’t trust!

But the thing was, I did trust him. I didn’t hate him. And the rest of me? She wanted this. Badly. My pulse was racing, my face was flushed, and the pressure and heat between my legs were nearly unbearable.

He made a noise of admiration. “Fucking gorgeous.” He palmed my ass, running his hand over my skin, and I shivered.

“If you move off the counter, I’m stopping. Clear?”

I scoffed like I didn’t care. “Fine.”

“Good.”

He delivered a sharp smack on my ass and I yelped in surprise. A wave of heat hit me between my legs, exposed and open to him.

Ugh. Olivia. Who was I right now? Finn turned my brain to mush.

“What the fuck?” I hissed.

He huffed a laugh. “That’s for the double date from hell.”

When the next slap landed, I clenched and a low moan slipped out of my mouth.

“That’s for thinking that a bad haircut or an ugly dress would scare me off.”

Another smack and I bit my lip to keep quiet.

“That’s for distracting me all fucking week, thinking about you in the shower, tightening up around my fingers, moaning my name.”

He smoothed his hand over my skin, soothing me. I was soaked, dripping, and my face burned with heat.

I was melting. That was the only explanation for why I was enjoying this so much. I hadn’t had a drop to drink but I felt drunk, like my mind was spinning with pleasure and adrenaline.

“And this—” His hand slid from my backside to between my legs, massaging over my clit. I moaned with relief. “—is for taking care of me when I was sick.”

His pressure was just right. Enough to make my hips tilt up for more.

One finger pushed inside me and my eyes rolled back as he stroked in and out.

“Jesus fuck, you are tight. I love that this is mine,” he ground out.

I huffed. “You wish.”

Behind me, he laughed and added another finger, stroking me and making my mind go blank. He found the spot he’d found in the shower and pressed.

“Finn,” I gasped.

“There we go.”

My back arched.

His other hand palmed my ass while he fingered me. “Your ass is so perfect. You look so pretty like this, bent over for me. You’re soaking my hand, Liv, do you know that?”

I was so wet, I could hear his fingers moving in and out of me. Heat twisted between my legs and I moaned. On the bar top, my hands tensed.

Something warm brushed my clit—Finn’s tongue.

“Finn,” I gasped again, eyes wide and unseeing as my hips tilted for more.

“Yeah? Didn’t mind that, huh?”

“God, I hate your stupid, cocky voice.” I groaned. “Do that again.”

I heard his low chuckle before his tongue returned to my clit, swiping lazily, and I winced at how good it was. Warm, liquid and pleasurable. He groaned and drew circles against the tight bud of nerves.

“You taste like heaven, just like I remember. So fucking sweet.”

He pressed harder on my G-spot while the warmth and softness of his tongue made my head spin. My hands pressed harder into the countertop and I squeezed his finger, eager for more. I was going to burst out of my skin.

I moaned. “Please.”

“Please, what?” His words were muffled against my pussy and his breath tickled me.

God, I could picture his stupid grin right now. A fading part of my brain snarled at his smug, satisfied tone. The rest of me needed release. “Please, let me come,” I moaned, forehead on the bar. “Please, Finn.”

He straightened up and I missed the heat of his mouth on me immediately. I groaned with frustration.

“Call me baby.”

“Baby,” I gasped. Anything. Anything to come.

“Say this means something.”

“What?” I lifted my head.

His hands were off me immediately. “You want me to stop?”

“No. Fuck, no.” My cheek returned to the bar, and a moment later, his hand came to the back of my neck, gentle but firm.

“Say. It. Means. Something.” His voice was sandpaper, gritty and rough. “Say this is special. I’m yours, Liv, and I want to hear it.” His thumb stroked the side of my neck and I shuddered. His gaze weighed me down while I was bent over the counter for him. “Make it convincing this time.”

My mind swirled, fixated on the pleasure between my legs, just out of grasp.

“It means something.” His finger swiped my clit and I bucked. “It’s special.” Another slick swipe, making my hips shake. “Oh, fuck, I’m so close, Finn.”

“Keep talking.”

“I’m yours. I’m yours, Finn. Please make me come. Please.”

His fingers moved back and forth too slow, holding me right at the edge. Was this how I died? I couldn’t stay here forever, I was tearing apart at the seams as his fingers glided over my sensitive nerves.

“Are you my good girl?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to come on my fingers?”

“Uh-huh.” God, I wasn’t even fighting it anymore. That girl I used to be, the one who put up barriers, she was miles away.

“Are you going to stop fighting this between us?”

I moaned an acknowledgement. “Please.”

“You know what I want to hear.”

“We’re together for real.” My voice was thin and full of need. He had me right where he wanted me. “No more fighting it.”

He groaned. “Fuck, you look so good when you let go for me. Every time you’re back here, I want you to think about this. Think about my fingers in your pussy, think about my hand on your neck, think about my tongue on your pretty little clit.”

With that perfect pressure on the back of my neck, holding me down, he swirled his fingers fast over my clit. The pressure built quickly and a moan tore out of me. My release barreled through me and I pulsed around nothing as my thoughts scattered in the air in a burst of sparks. My focus was on his fingers, his low voice in my ear, urging me on, saying yes and good girl and there you go, look at you, so fucking pretty when you come.

When the pleasure had drained out of me, I shuddered against the countertop, heaving for air. “Oh my god.”

I was boneless and stupid. Not a thought left in my head. Finn leaned over me and I felt his heat against my back as he kissed the top of my spine. My brain swam with warm, happy sluggishness and I grinned against the counter.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, wishing we were in a bed right now so I could curl into him.

“We’re not done.”

“Hmm?”

“You’re going to do it again.”