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I moaned. “Keep doing that. Just like that. Oh God, Finn. Finn!”
I was shamelessly grinding into him, holding on to his neck, my eyes heavy-lidded. I threw my head back as I set the rhythm. It was one I knew well from my own hand. The orgasm was closer now. This man. My friend. And so much more.
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FINN
She was heavenin my arms. The musky, sweet scent of her arousal filling the air. Her hair falling behind her shoulders as her eyes closed again. She was close, her body tensing with a round of little ripples as she moved over me. Her chest rose with her breath, her hard nipples tempting me, but my eyes stayed locked on her face. I wanted to drag her into the house and lay her down, devour every beautiful inch of her, make her moan my name over and over. My dick got painfully harder.
Not tonight. Emily was not a one-night stand. She was not a woman looking for a fun time and a see you later. She trusted me to help her confront her fears. Seeing her like this, feeling her heat and wetness all for me, I imagined her softness surrounding me and wanted more. More of this, more of her, just more.
“Finn!”
“Ah, yes, give it to me, Em, come on my hand. You are so beautiful, so beautiful.”
Emily cried out and arched her back as her walls gripped my fingers. She gasped and sighed through her release, her eyes going wide in surprise or wonder before finally slumping against me as she settled.
I grazed her opening with careful pressure on her still pulsing clit. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fantastic.”
Yes, she was. My fingers were slick with her, and I wanted a taste, but that would have taken me over the edge. I was sticking to my plan. I wanted more nights with her, many more nights.
Emily’s lips curved in a satisfied grin as her fingers brushed against my aching dick.
I stilled her hand. “Not tonight, baby.”
“I want to. Let me make you feel good. Please, Finn, come in the house.” She pouted.
“Next time. And there will be a next time, Emily. This isn’t a one-time thing.” Watching her come like that, let herself go with me, was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Her body was strong and soft. Her scent was so sweet. Hell, I was drunk on her.
“Finn.” She exhaled and fell forward onto my shoulder. “You promise?”
I smoothed her hair back behind her ear and whispered into her neck. “Yes, I promise.”
She reached down to button her jeans, then looked at me, a question in her eyes. “Tomorrow? After the race?”
I kissed her jaw. “You think you’ll be ready after the ride? I won’t be taking it easy with you once I have you.” She nodded, and her eyes burned in a way I had never seen before. Passion.
I didn’t want to let her out of my arms, but I was the one who had stopped her. I held her to me with one arm and opened my door with the other to step out of the truck. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and her legs gripped my waist as I moved. She squeezed her thighs against me before she lowered her feet to the ground. I was light-headed for a couple of reasons.
She was tall and fit tight against me. She would feel so good under me, over me … I was losing my resolve. I needed to get her inside and get home to a cold shower.
I took her hand as we walked to her covered front porch, then I leaned in, reminding myself I was leaving. She rose onto her toes and opened for the kiss. I loved how hungry she was. I didn’t think she even noticed it, but I did, and I knew how to help her with that.
First, I needed a little time to wrap my head around this. I had imagined having her a hundred different ways, but this was real. I needed to check my condom stash and make sure my asshole brother hadn’t cleaned me out of good wine.
“Good night, Emily. Sleep well.”
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EMILY
Last week,we’d planned carpools for the hour-long trip to Bellingham on race day. Finn and his friend Alex had to be up there early. Angela, Alex’s sister, and teammate rode with them. Carrie and Dan were with me since my bike rack held three bikes.
It was for the best. I wasn’t sure I could sit in Finn’s truck without reliving last night. I had never had an orgasm like that. Intense and overwhelming. Pleasure with no pain. Finn’s singular attention on me and only me. Memories of his touch, his deep voice in my ear, and his hardness against my tender flesh had heat pooling in my core again. I had been so excited about this race, and now I wanted it done so that I could be alone with him.
Carrie eyed me from the passenger seat. “Finn gave you a ride home last night?”
