Page 58 of Best Friends, Tennessee

Finn could be attracted tome?

“I know you like a hate fuck,” he challenged me. “You’ve told me all about how much you like a hate fuck.”

My cock jumped.

I did enjoy a hate fuck, or at least a hookup with someone who I didn’t exactly get along with. I always knew there would be zero strings attached.

But what I had with Finn was pretty different from that.

I met his eyes, feeling more and more like I was in some sort of trance. “I don’t hate you, and you know it.”

Finn groaned, moving to kiss against my neck again.

He was dismantling me. With every touch I felt like I got more pissed off and more turned on, all swirling inside me and threatening to make me boil over.

Finn was fucking crazy, to be sure.

But if he was going to push and push and push… I was going to push back.

“You don’t need me,” he murmured in his drunken drawl. “You don’t need anyone. I get it. But maybe I want to suck you off—”

“Then maybe quit talking about it and get on your knees.”

I may as well have shattered a glass in the room.

For a second I thought I’d gone too far.

I wished I could shove the words back in. He’d been pushing me all night, and the fact was that I liked being pushed. But was it too much?

Finn didn’t miss a beat, though.

He was on his knees in front of the bay window seat a moment later, looking up at me with the big, hazel eyes I’d known forever.

“Bet,” he said, reaching for the button on my pants.

10

FINN

Purely physical.

Good thing I’m damn good at that.

I felt like I’d just won a prize.

No doubt my fingers were shaking, just a little, as I undid Ori’s zipper. But it was pure anticipation. No hesitation, whatsoever.

I was tired of hesitating. All the time, for all of my life.

Ori was going to get it. He was mouthy, hard to get, and stubborn as all hell, and I loved every goddamn part of it. Seeing him here on the bay window, pushed down, eyes blown wide, only made me more sure of that. The liquor in my system just gave me the go-ahead to do exactly what I wanted—to be more direct and completely fucking shameless.

“Tell me you want it,” I told Ori as I slid his pants downward, revealing his soft, black boxer briefs, and goodGod, why did that turn me on so much?

Could we have been doing this all along? Was this option available to us, and I’d just been too stupid to try?

“Already told you,” he said.

I ran my palm over the cotton, feeling the outline of his cock more closely than ever.

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