Finn Rhodes Forever: A Spicy Small Town Second Chance Romance (The Queen’s Cove Series Book 4)
Finn Rhodes Forever: Chapter 49

FINN’S MOUTH on mine was hungry and unrelenting, stroking deeper and firmer, and every groan and pant from him sent heat to my center. My legs wrapped around his hips, heels digging into him as he broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against mine, chest rising and falling as he gazed at me with fire in his eyes.

“Now?” I whispered, and he nodded. “Thank fuck.” My voice was ragged and he chuckled before kissing me again.

While his mouth took mine, he skated his fingers to the hem of my shirt, gliding up my skin until he came to my bra. His fingers brushed over the fabric, circling one nipple before moving to the other, so light he barely touched me, but I felt it all the way to the apex of my thighs.

My hands were on his back, stroking down the bare skin, raking my nails as he shuddered at my touch.

“You going to mark me up tonight, Liv?” he asked in between kisses. “Scratch my back up and show everyone who I belong to, just like that tattoo I’m going to get?”

“You’re not getting a tattoo.” My voice broke as he dipped into my bra, pinching the aching peak.

“Oh yes, I fucking am,” he gritted into my ear before tapping his forearm, the birds circling it. “I’ll get as many tattoos for you as I fucking want. Understand?”

Lust rushed through my blood. So those tattoos did mean something.

His eyes burned me, and my skin heated. “Let’s make something clear, Olivia.” I shivered at his use of my full name, like when I sent him the voice recording. “I’m not interested in temporary with you.”

I’d knocked something loose in Finn, and tonight he wasn’t holding back. Electricity ran through me like a bolt of lightning, landing between my legs. I bit my lip.

“Nod so I know you understand.”

I jerked a quick nod, and his mouth turned up into something wicked. Paired with the dark glaze in his eyes, the effect was intoxicating. His hand landed on my inner thigh, stroking up and down, closer and closer to where I ached for him.

“Do you want me?” he ground out, still holding my gaze.

“I always have.” My words were breathless.

He made a low noise and his hands came to my shirt, lifting it off of me. My bra was next, then my shorts. Beneath him, naked, his gaze lit my skin on fire.

“Jesus,” he murmured. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. “Now you can’t rush me. I remember how sweet you are after you come on my cock.” His voice was a low purr in my ear and wetness gathered between my legs.

“Finn,” I moaned. “Stop teasing me.”

“What do you want?” His mouth brushed down my neck, kissing and sucking and nipping, yanking moans and gasps out of my throat.

“I want to come. Make me come.”

His eyes darkened and he chuckled again. “Be careful what you wish for.”

His hand glided over my slick center. My back arched at the contact, my jaw dropped as I let out a low moan, and Finn drew unrelenting circles on my clit, dragging wetness over me in a merciless motion so pleasurable I thought I’d break right there.

“Let’s get the first out of the way. How does that sound?”

I was nodding, I think. He swirled his fingers over me in that delicious way, drawing warmth and pressure and crackling energy out of me.

“Olivia.”

My eyes opened and met his. He smiled.

“Good. Eyes on me.” Inside me, he crooked his finger to replace the spot that made my vision blur. His other hand stayed firm around my wrists, above my head.

“Fuck,” I murmured, tilting my hips with the movement of his hand. Heat coursed through my blood.

He hummed, smiling down at me. So confident. I’d always been such a sucker for that arrogant, devilish grin.

“Cocky,” I gritted out. “So cocky.”

“Your words don’t have the same bite when you’re on the brink of coming, baby.” He added a second finger, letting the heel of his palm bump against my clit with every stroke. My head tipped back as I clenched around him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He chuckled, watching my face with undivided attention. “I know how to make you come. I’ve had so much time to think about it, replay every memory. I thought about all the things I’d do once you were mine.”

God, his hand. My eyes fell closed and snapped open, meeting his, and his eyes lit up with something pleased and powerful.

“Do you like it like this, Olivia?” he asked in a low voice. “Do you like being underneath me, pinned down and pleasing me like this?”

“Whatever,” I gasped, because I felt like playing with fire.

He removed his fingers, stroked lazily up and down my seam, and I growled. His chest shook with laughter.

“Say it, baby.”

“Fine. Yes, I like it.”

“Good girl.” His fingers slipped back inside me, stroking harder, firmer, faster, and I squirmed as pressure grew low in my belly. “You look so pretty when you’re under me like this. So pretty when you’re about to come on my fingers.”

It danced at the edge of my consciousness, closing in, ready to burst open inside of me. Finn’s heel pressed my clit harder and my eyes widened.

“That’s it.” He nodded. “There you go. Almost there. I can feel you getting ready to come, baby. You’re tightening up on my fingers and you are so, so wet for me. You’re doing so fucking well.”

My back arched as the heat and pressure built between my legs, and his gaze raked down my body before he dropped his head to suck on an aching nipple.

White light burst in my vision as I came around his fingers, squeezing and clenching. He murmured encouragement in my ear while wringing pleasure from me, and when I floated back to earth, I was breathing hard.

Finn lifted his fingers to his mouth and let out a low groan as he licked them off. My pussy fluttered again at the sight.

“Great. Nice work.” He smiled at me. “That’s one.”

I moaned and he chuckled.

“What’s the magic number, Olivia?”

I was still catching my breath. “Three?” God, I hoped one of those times was with him inside me. His hands and his mouth did delicious things but after today, it wasn’t enough.

“Three.” He dipped his head and sucked the spot beneath my ear, the one that always made me squirm for him.

His fingers trailed up and down my thighs as he kissed me. The orgasm had taken the edge off my urgency but the desire in Finn’s movements, the way he kissed me so deeply, how his hands worked my breasts, slid a heavy ache between my thighs, and soon I was panting and tilting my hips for more.

He let go of my wrists over my head as he shifted down, pushing my legs further apart, and buried his face between my legs. With his tongue, he dragged a line up my seam, making me buck against his face.

Thank fuck we were in the middle of nowhere, because the volume at which I moaned Finn’s name would have woken up the entire town.

“Fuck,” I gasped at the soft, dizzying sensation of his tongue on my clit. “Finn.”

“Mhm.” He did it again, clamping a roped forearm over my hips to hold me down. “You taste so good. So sweet, baby. I fuck my fist daily to the memory of my tongue between your legs.”

The image of me bent over the bar, open for him while his tongue worked me, sent a wave of heat to my center. Finn let out a low laugh.

“You just got so wet,” he whispered before he slipped his fingers inside me.

I couldn’t form words as he stroked my G-spot, licking and sucking and dragging his lips over me. His noises of appreciation drove me higher, and when his free hand slipped beneath my ass to grip me, I felt the first tremors.

“Fuck, you’re so close,” he rasped, sucking my clit in a pulsing rhythm that made me forget my own name. My pussy pulsed around his fingers, the heat grew low in my stomach, and his groan against me tipped me over the edge. My muscles went taut as I fell, riding his face, listening to his groans of pleasure as electricity crackled through my body.

“Oh my god,” I gasped as the spasms slowed and I eased back. “Oh my god.”

Finn kissed the inside of my thigh, so gentle and sweet for someone with such a dirty mouth. “That’s two.”

I laughed with exhaustion or delirium, I wasn’t sure.

He crawled over me and kissed me, nipping at my bottom lip as I caught my breath before tilting open for him. I tasted myself on him.

“You’re making me crazy,” I said against his mouth. “I feel like I’m dying.”

He cocked a dark grin at me. “You’re not dying, Liv. You’re doing great.”

His praise made my insides melt and I couldn’t hold back my smile. Against my hip, his cock pressed thick and hard through his boxer briefs. I reached for it and he hissed when I stroked his length, rubbing my thumb on the tip over the fabric.

“Now,” I breathed, and he nodded, eyes glazing.

He pulled his shorts off before settling between my legs. Instinct had my hips shifting against him, dragging his erection over my soaked center. A flush bloomed on his cheeks and his eyes dropped to my mouth before he kissed me again.

“You okay?” he whispered, and I nodded quickly.

A lock of hair had fallen into his eyes and I brushed it back. My heart squeezed. In the low light of the cabin, with just us for miles around, it felt intimate and special.

It felt like love.

My throat squeezed as I swallowed, and my heart thrashed in my chest, desperate to be seen. Desperate to say its piece.

I wanted to say those words to him. More than anything, I wanted to lift up that corner and show him what was in my heart.

I was so in love with Finn Rhodes.

I didn’t think I ever stopped being in love with him. Finn searched my eyes like he could read my thoughts. Did he know? He must have known.

My lips parted and the words were right there—

His expression from years ago flashed into my mind. The disappointment, anger, and regret on his face as he stumbled against his parents’ front door, pretending to be drunk. Like it was only a matter of time before he disappointed me. My chest seized as panic loomed in my head.

If Finn left, even if I didn’t tell him how I felt, it wouldn’t matter. I’d still be devastated.

What did it mean that I couldn’t say it?

This was Finn, who was basically an extension of myself. The guy who knew me better than anyone, knew all the worst parts of me and still he was here, looking at me like he—

If I couldn’t say it with Finn, what hope did I have? What did that say about me?

My throat locked up, and I still couldn’t say it.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, eyes on me, and the tension in my chest eased. He slipped his hand into mine, lacing our fingers together beside my head. His voice was so soft and reassuring. “It’s okay.”

I nodded, and the panic dissipated. My fingers squeezed his.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said. Words I’d heard a hundred times, but I needed them now more than ever.

Finn always knew what I needed to hear.

I nodded at him again, wordless, chest pulsing with gratitude for him. He supported his weight on his forearm while his length rested between my legs. His throat worked and I saw the threads of his control snapping.

“I have a condom downstairs.” His forehead rested on mine and he shifted his hips, dragging his cock up my center, loosing a low moan from my throat as his hot skin rubbed me.

My head jerked side to side. “I’m on the pill and my last checkup came back clear.”

“Me, too.” His jaw was tight.

“We don’t need one.”

“You sure?” he asked in a strained voice.

“Uh-huh.” My free hand wrapped around his waist, pulling his hips toward me as the urgency built inside me. My breathing sped up in anticipation. “Now, Finn. Please.”

He nudged against my entrance and I gasped at the pressure as he pushed inside.

“God,” I managed at the mind-bending burn as he fed his cock into me.

“Fuck, Olivia.” He said my name like he was offended at how good I felt. “So tight.” His head dropped to my shoulder and I felt myself stretch around him. “Fuck, you feel amazing. Better than anything.”

“Oh my god,” I was saying over and over again as the sensation overwhelmed me. “Oh my god, Finn.”

When he was inside me to the hilt, he paused, breathing hard. “You okay?”

“Uh-huh.”

He squeezed his eyes closed. “Jesus Christ,” he whispered. “So difficult not to fuck you hard. I need to move, baby.”

I nodded, dizzy at the intoxicating pressure inside me. Finn retreated before slowly rocking back in. I felt every inch of his thick length, and I made a moaning noise I’d never heard from myself before.

His gaze made my skin tingle, burning so bright as he stroked. My blood coursed with lust. Deep inside me, the spring wound tighter as he moved. As I adjusted, I wanted more. We could do the slow, gentle sex later, but now, I wanted Finn to lose his mind. I wanted to see him fall apart the way I was shattering around him. We’d break each other and start fresh. We’d wash the last twelve years away as we reformed into new people.

“Go hard, Finn. Please.”

Behind his glazed expression, the devilish grin I loved so much flashed, and he jerked a nod. He found a punishing pace and my head tipped back, eyes wide as the pressure swirled around the base of my spine.

“You’re mine,” he managed. “You’ve always been mine.”

His hand slipped into mine, interlacing our fingers. His head fell forward as he thrust into me, and the scrape of his teeth on my shoulder made my head spin. It was his low moan of pleasure in my ear, though, that made me start shaking again. I listened to the hoarse noises slipping out of him, like being inside me was such a sharp ecstasy that he could barely stand it, and felt my climax closing in on me.

“Again,” I gasped before I fell. I gripped his hand as my muscles clenched around him. Heat raced up my spine, my back arched, my feet dug into his ass, and I was vaguely aware that I was saying his name over and over again as every nerve in my body howled with pleasure. Every muscle pulled taut as I shook.

“Gonna come.” Finn’s voice was rough as he fucked me hard. “Gonna come inside you like I’ve always wanted.”

Through my climax, I nodded and met his gaze, mind clouded like we were in a dream. At the center of the universe, it was just the two of us. Finn’s expression turned agonized, wincing with pleasure as he thrust into me hard, shuddering and pulsing inside me.

As we came down together, chests heaving for air, staring at each other with baffled expressions, I knew we were meant to be together.

He collapsed against me and turned to press kisses down my neck. Beside my head, we still clutched each other’s hand, interlaced and connected.

“There’s no one like you,” I whispered to him.