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FINN
It wasFriday night before the Saturday race, and we were all meeting at Marina Park to enjoy some live music. I parked in one of the side lots and was walking by the crowded lawn when I felt her presence.
I turned, and Emily strode toward me from the main road. The setting sun behind made her hair glow around her face. Once again, stunning. Her small breasts bounced freely in a tank top and sweater that wrapped snug against her body and tied at her hip. I wanted to drag my thumb along the velvety skin right underneath and tease a nipple between my fingers to see her eyes grow dark with desire. I tried not to stare. Fuck, her tits, my friend’s tits, were driving me insane. I scrubbed my hand over my face, trying to calm the effects of the vision.
I held my breath as she took long, purposeful strides. Her hips swayed in the tight jeans created specifically to torture me. My dick noticed her, as always.
Hell, I’d been half-hard since that massage. Her hands on my skin. Her scent in the air. Her ponytail sliding across her shoulder as she straddled my leg and told me to breathe. That was the toughest damn exercise in restraint imaginable.
Dinner had been marginally easier because she wasn’t touching me. But looking at her across the table in the fading pink light, laughing with her, made my chest hurt again.
We were friends, but my dick had other ideas, and I was losing the battle to keep him in check. I ran my hand through my hair and tried to get a grip. It didn’t work.
She got closer, and I swear I saw her nipples poking the soft fabric of that thin sweater.
“Do you ever wear a bra?” It was out of my mouth before I could stop it, my voice sounding a little harsh even to my ears.
“What?” Emily stopped short. Hesitantly, she moved closer, her brow furrowed. “Does it bother you?”
“Does it bother me?” I was all in now. “No. Walking, driving, riding a bike, going out for beers, all with a raging hard-on, that bothers me.” I looked away, then back into her eyes.
Emily’s expression was one of surprise. But she had to know how fucking gorgeous she was. She had to know every man’s eyes were on her beautiful face or her incredible ass and bouncing tits everywhere she went. Age, marital status, hell, probably even orientation didn’t matter.
“Em, if we’re gonna bike together, you have to help me out.” I couldn’t believe I was going to say this, but there was no other way. I rubbed my hand over the back of my neck and shifted on my feet. “You have to wear a bra.”
The light in Emily’s eyes shifted, and her lips curved into a sly smile. “Finn, you don’t like biking with me?”
“Of course, I like biking with you. That’s not what I mean. I like it a little too much, if I’m being honest. You are amazing and beautiful. Your breasts. You’re a total badass on a bike. My body wants more.” It all came out in a babbling rush. The heat in my veins, images of me touching her, it was all breaking free.
“More?” Her eyes held a … vulnerability. I wanted to scoop her up and protect her from anything that threatened her.
I stepped into her space and caressed my fingers along her jaw. “More, Em.”
She sighed, or was that a moan. She glanced around us, then returned to me. “Finn, I need to tell you something.”
She bit her bottom lip, which made me want to do it for her or kiss her tenderly, starting there and moving down her neck.
“I was engaged to Joel. I ended it when I found out he was cheating,” she said, her voice steady and sure.
“He cheated?” I had to admit, I was seriously concerned about some people in this world.
She clasped her hands in front of her, rubbing her thumbs together like she always did. “Maybe he had a good reason.” She held up her hand as I started to speak. Okay. This I had to hear.
“I was sick, endometriosis. It’s not uncommon, and it can make sex very painful for the woman. For a long time, we barely had sex.”
I held her gaze and took slow breaths. I needed to hear about the cheating and this so-called good reason. So far, she hadn’t given me one.
“He cheated on me with a woman from the gym—big hair, big jewelry, even bigger boobs. He was under a lot of pressure at work, and she gave him the sexual connection and release he needed. Something I couldn’t give him.”
I had to concentrate on not reacting because that was a bunch of crap. This guy wanted to cheat on Emily when she was sick. What an asshole.
It was on the tip of my tongue when Emily leaned into me and held my gaze with hers. Her light floral scent filled my nose. Her voice was low. “I finished treatment. I’m better, but I haven’t been with anyone since Joel because I’m afraid. I don’t want to be afraid anymore. I don’t want you to just teach me to be a better biker.”
She stared at my mouth, and I lost whatever battle I had fooled myself into thinking I was ever going to win. My dick was instantly rock-hard. I breathed her in, anticipating that first brush against her petal-soft lips. I could almost taste her.
“Emily! Over here.” She startled. Several pairs of eyes spotted us. She waved, and we walked toward the group of mountain bikers spread across several blankets near the pop-up stage.
