Page 93 of Twist of Fate
Every moment with Finn is slowly melting away those years of self-doubt. When he says to ride him, I’m like,hell yeah, let’s go, cowboy.With the buoyancy of the water, this ride is more like a glorified grind, but neither of us seems to mind.
Because, oh my god, I’m fucking Finn Larkin—in his parents’ pool.
“You feel—shit, Ash. You feel even better than I imagined.”
His fingers dig into my ass, sliding me up and down his shaft. I feel—I feel everything. We fit together seamlessly. His cock fills me completely, and when I roll my hips?Fuck.It hits just the right spot. The water sloshes around us. “More,” I groan. Feeling him move deep inside me is both overwhelming and not enough at the same time. He’s everywhere, yet I can’t seem to get enough.
“More of what?” He nips at my ear, his warm breath on my neck.
“More—” Heat rushes to my cheeks. He wants me to say it?
“Come on, Ash. Be a little more specific. More of this?” His hands slid down between my legs, fingering my clit.Yes. Oh my god, yes.He starts making lazy circles with his thumb. “Or more of this?” His lips kiss a trail down my collarbone. Between the valley of my breasts.Shit. I arch my back as his mouth closes around my nipple and gives a hard suck.
“Everything,” I gasp. “More of everything. Just keep fucking me, Finn. Never stop fucking me.”
Whatever I said must have been the right thing because I’m suddenly being hauled out of the water again and back onto the ledge. He’s moved us to the shallower side, making it the perfect height to?—
“Hold on to me,” he instructs, just as he wraps an arm around my waist and thrusts back into me.
I let out a guttural moan that is borderline embarrassing. I’m fairly certain I chant Finn’s name and cry out to a few deities while he fucks me mercilessly right there on the pool ledge.
This is how I die because sex should not be this good. Should it?
I’m not sure my ass is even touching the ground anymore. With my arms wrapped around his shoulders and his hands palming my ass, I’m sort of hovering in midair as he slams into me over and over again.
It’s exquisite. It’s everything I knew it would be and so much more.
“I’m going—” I try to say.
“I know.” That smug smile returns as his thumb circles my clit again, sending me right over the edge. I cry out his name, my nails digging into his back as he lets out a deep, guttural groan. He buries his head in the crook of my neck, shuddering as he comes. “Mo chroí,” he murmurs. Fisting my hair, he pulls back and kisses me long and hard.
And I know in that moment that nothing about this is temporary. The ring on my hand will always point to him because I belong to him.
I will always belong to him.
Forever.
TWENTY-FIVE
Aisling
PRESENT
Finn
Can you come to my office?
Aisling
Why?
Finn
I’m your boss. Do I have to give a reason?
Aisling
I thought we established Nora’s my boss. Also, do you normally text all your employees with meeting requests?
