Page 59 of Manhattan Tormentor

We eat and then fuck around some more.

Unable to get enough.

The addiction for his taste in my mouth is not something easily sated, and Finn matches me all the way.

“You need to go soon,” I tell him before midnight. Lips swollen; our two cocks smashed together in his hand.

All words fall out of my head because he’s making me blind.

The last climax wipes us both out. The last thing I remember is Finn telling me he’d go in two minutes.

I’m so punch drunk with pleasure and the smell of him against my nose. It’s easy to drift off until a great shriek bursts through my eardrums and yanks me back to the land of the living. Forcing my head from the pillow.

“Oh, my god. I do not believe this shit!”

Not the best way to wrench out of sleep, nor to find Bunny standing over my bed, glaring at Finn behind me.

It takes only seconds to realize she’s come to get my ass out of bed, probably to drive her somewhere.

Shit. We fell asleep and now the sun is glistening through the windows.

I sense he’s awake too, I practically feel him freeze on the spot.

“Get out, Bunny.” I croak, wiping the grogginess from my face as I attempt to sit up, all the while dragging the covers over my naked ass.

“Him! Oh, my god, Sage.”

“Get out!” I tell her with force and she scowls at Finn, turns on her sassy hip and storms out.

I know within seconds she will have blabbed, no way she’s keeping this to herself.

“Shit,” Finn curses, throwing the covers back, he’s already dragging on his clothes. “I should have gone hours ago, why did you let me fall asleep?”

“I fell asleep too.” I’m like Bambi on ice climbing from my bed, everywhere aches. No wonder. He went at me like a tornado, and yet none of that desire he was displaying last night is present.

He’s panicked as he laces his boots and searches for his cap.

“Let me get a fast shower, I won’t be a minute,” I tell him, because I smell like sex, then—as predicted—I hear mom’s voice.

“Sage, get down here, breakfast is getting cold, and bring your friend with you.”

“Fuck,” Finn curses.

“It’s fine,” I tell him, “they won’t say anything.”

Exactly four minutes and the fastest shower yet, I pull on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

It’s a punch to the temple, and one I should have expected when I go to touch him and he swerves my hand, heading for the door. “I need to go,” he announces, like I already can’t see he wants to disappear. I steel my eyes and nod.

“Tell your sister to keep her mouth shut,” he warns, and it puts venom in my veins.

“Watch what you say next, Maverick.”

He stares. Color highlights his chiseled jaw. And even now, as he’s pissing me off by threatening my sister, I still want to kiss him.

“Then put a muzzle on her. This never happened.”

Ouch, fucker.

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