Page 54 of Rules in Love
With raised brows and a sweet blush, he leaned on the wall beside me. “Nope.”
A series of expletives celebrating the length and girth of Jason’s dick hit us with gusto, reminding us both that we were in the hall, and I was half-naked. Finn dragged his hand down his face. And I became even more turned on.
Fuck he’s sexy when he’s frustrated.
“Water. I needed water. That’s why I came out here,” I stated robotically.
“Right, water. I see. Water’s good…important…for life in general.”
“Yes, it’s vital.” There was a long pause filled with X-rated moaning. Again, not from me. “This is pretty uncomfortable, Finn.”
“For us, maybe. But Victoria and Jason’s massive cock seem to be enjoying it.”
I wanted to laugh. Chuckles tickled my throat with a desire to burst free, but the continued moaning and talk of taking it all and riding it harder were awkward and weird, and I had too many memories of someone else’s massive dick rubbing against me to find anything funny.
Finn, who continued to have trouble keeping his eyes off the pretty white lace, came up with a plan. “Right, well, let’s make a deal. I’ll get some drinks. You and that nightie get back to your room…oh, and if it’s okay, maybe it could be my room too?”
Oh, my goddamn God, yes.
My lips screwed to the side to emphasize my pondering. “So, in theory, that would make it…ourroom. Yours, mine…and the nightie?”
“Yep. It would be…ourroom. Just the three of us.”
“In one bed.”
We both gulped and seemed to lose the ability to speak. As such, I grabbed his bag and dragged it intoourroom, and he bolted down the hall in search of water like a fireman.
It seemed like a good idea at the time. Share a room and a bed in a romantic hotel with your dream guy while wearing sexy lingerie. But when the guy insists on sleeping on the floor, and the only sex sounds are made by your married boss and his equally married assistant next door, that idea quickly loses its shine. It was surprising that with the recentwe-both-have-kids-we’ve-been-hidingrevelations, we didn’t talk about them. But we didn’t. Maybe it felt too heavy or icky with the sexual soundtrack. I wasn’t sure. We discussed the house plans, played another round ofWhat’s the Aussie word for, and rock, paper, scissors, then braided each other’s hair.
After all that, our athletic neighbors were going at round three. I don’t know if Jason had swallowed a whole box of Viagra, or if he—and she, for that matter—were just lucky, but it was pretty incredible. The longer—no pun intended—and louder they got, the more awkward and silent we got. Conversation stopped altogether, and we lay there, staring at the ceiling, saying nothing, but hearing and feeling everything.
For my part, I wanted to be the better person and say those feelings centered on our emotional connection, but no, I was horny as fuck and desperate to jump him. The memory of his lips, his body pressing against mine, that ocean scent of salt and sand that lingered wherever he went…
God, I want him so bad. Does he feel the same? Does he think of me? Of that kiss? Of my body like I do his? Is he miserable and suffering just as much as I am? There is some definite heavy breathing going on.
Ultimately, we could ignore it no more and both pretended to be asleep. I knew we were both pretending because he looked at me each time I would sneak a peek at him.
After what felt like an eternity, the grunting, groaning, screams of, “Fuck yes, Jason, give it to me!” and other sounds of euphoria ceased, and we were left with only the quiet hum of the AC. Legitimate sleep seemed only a heavy breath or two away, and despite pretending for a while, I still wanted to hear him say goodnight.
Who knows, this may be my one and only chance to hear it.
“Finn, are you awa—”
“Yep. Sure am. Not sure if I’ll ever sleep again, to be honest.” Both laughing, I rolled over and hung my head off the bed. He looked so cute snuggled up on the floor. Cute, but uncomfortable.
I tutted and patted the mattress. “This is silly. We are both adults. Come and hop in bed with me.”
“No. Sorry. I can’t do that. I think it would be safer to sandwich between Vicki and JJ.”
“You can’t possibly mean that,” I laughed.
“Oh yes, I can. I’m unsure if you remember what happened to my body the last time it was close to yours, but I have struggled to stop remembering it.”
“I remember just fine.”And frequently.“But that was before we officially became buddies. And buddies’ bodies behave.” This was an attempt to convince myself as much as Finn.
“You should put that on a t-shirt, Red. I still wouldn’t believe it, though.”
More laughter filled the room.Fuck. He makes me happy.
