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With his breath in my ear, I pumped into his hand three times before I came apart. He rolled me to my back with speed. I cannot say how much it turned me on to have a man in my bed who could match me in strength. A lot of my bed partners were smaller men or women, and most wanted me to top. Not Finn. He gave as good as he got.
When the tremors slowed, I ended up face in the pillow, ass tender as fuck, dick out for the count.
“Oh hell,” Finn panted.
I nodded and mumbled something about standing for the next few days. Then he moved, leaving the bed, and so I lifted my head to watch him. He seemed disconcerted, peeling off the condom, tying it, then dropping it into the small can beside the bed. I shifted to my back gingerly. Christ, my poor ass. Not that I was complaining. He began checking around the room, searching for his clothes.
“You don’t have to go,” I said, pushing up to sit as the sun filled the room with vivid reds and oranges, the breeze through the palms outside helping to cool the room even more. The ceiling fan whirred overhead as he studied me, then the canyon, then the fan over his head. “I mean, you can if you want, obviously, but I have stuff I can make for dinner. We can eat. Maybe… I don’t know… watch a movie.”
“Not one of mine,” he blurted.
“No, okay—”
“And if I stay, I have to know you won’t share that I’m here with anyone.” He stared at me. “I have to know I can trust you.” Behind his words, he was telling me that he didn’t trust me, but I imagine he didn’t trust very many people at all.
“I won’t tell a soul,” I murmured.
“And I can’t stay long. Atlas would kill me if I…”
“If you what?”
“Took too many chances. If people see me…”
I gestured at my empty house. “Just me,” I said, but he frowned, and I knew it was a huge decision for him to stay. “I want you to stay,” I confessed for possibly the first time in my adult life.
Chapter9
Finn
I stayed.
Right there in that vast house with Cameron. We were doing something so normal. We’d settled on a made-for-TV movie, with a shitty script and even worse acting.
I was nervous, but the movie stopped me at least thinking about worst-case scenarios, as I relaxed enough to lose myself in the world of make believe.
I nudged Cameron. “Watch—her ex will come in just when she’s saying the wrong thing.” He chuckled. Encouraged that he wasn’t pissed I’d interrupted the film and feeling all the warm and fuzzies as a consequence, I carried on with my thoughts. The actress was doing an entire speech containing her entire life story, including the very secrets she wanted to keep from her ex, when said ex walked in the room and cleared his throat. “Called it!” I snapped my fingers. “And now there will be the big misunderstanding.” I glanced at Cameron, who was staring at me and not the screen. I felt weird. “Shit, did I spoil that for you? I do this kind of thing all the time, y’know second-guessing the scripts and scrutinizing for cheese levels, you can stop me if you don’t want me to—oomph—”
He kissed me, and of course, that one touch turned to another, and there was addictive freedom in losing myself in the taste of a man. No one could see us, no one was judging me, and it was all because this gorgeous, sexy, man.
By the time we broke apart, he was sprawled in my lap, my hands on his ass, his arms around my neck, and at first, it was to share kisses, and then laughter, followed by hot, buttery popcorn as we separated to watch the movie. Our lip action didn’t move on to more, but that was fine, because somehow we were both content to be near each other.
It felt right.
Real.
But wrong if I took too much time to think about it.
Like, what was I doing here?
Was this only sex, or is this sex with added movies, or was this a hookup, or friends with benefits?
Are we friends?
We’ve only known each other a few days.
Am I rushing into something that I’m going to regret?
Atlas will kill me—we still don’t have an NDA that covers this.
