Page 133 of Finn Rhodes Forever

I couldn’t form words as he stroked my G-spot, licking and sucking and dragging his lips over me. His noises of appreciation drove me higher, and when his free hand slipped beneath my ass to grip me, I felt the first tremors.

“Fuck, you’re so close,” he rasped, sucking my clit in a pulsing rhythm that made me forget my own name. My pussy pulsed around his fingers, the heat grew low in my stomach, and his groan against me tipped me over the edge. My muscles went taut as I fell, riding his face, listening to his groans of pleasure as electricity crackled through my body.

“Oh my god,” I gasped as the spasms slowed and I eased back. “Oh my god.”

Finn kissed the inside of my thigh, so gentle and sweet for someone with such a dirty mouth. “That’s two.”

I laughed with exhaustion or delirium, I wasn’t sure.

He crawled over me and kissed me, nipping at my bottom lip as I caught my breath before tilting open for him. I tasted myself on him.

“You’re making me crazy,” I said against his mouth. “I feel like I’m dying.”

He cocked a dark grin at me. “You’re not dying, Liv. You’re doing great.”

His praise made my insides melt and I couldn’t hold back my smile. Against my hip, his cock pressed thick and hard through his boxer briefs. I reached for it and he hissed when I stroked his length, rubbing my thumb on the tip over the fabric.

“Now,” I breathed, and he nodded, eyes glazing.

He pulled his shorts off before settling between my legs. Instinct had my hips shifting against him, dragging his erection over my soaked center. A flush bloomed on his cheeks and his eyes dropped to my mouth before he kissed me again.

“You okay?” he whispered, and I nodded quickly.

A lock of hair had fallen into his eyes and I brushed it back. My heart squeezed. In the low light of the cabin, with just us for miles around, it felt intimate and special.

It felt like love.

My throat squeezed as I swallowed, and my heart thrashed in my chest, desperate to be seen. Desperate to say its piece.

I wanted to say those words to him. More than anything, I wanted to lift up that corner and show him what was in my heart.

I was so in love with Finn Rhodes.

I didn’t think I ever stopped being in love with him. Finn searched my eyes like he could read my thoughts. Did he know? He must have known.

My lips parted and the words were right there—

His expression from years ago flashed into my mind. The disappointment, anger, and regret on his face as he stumbled against his parents’ front door, pretending to be drunk. Like it was only a matter of time before he disappointed me. My chest seized as panic loomed in my head.

If Finn left, even if I didn’t tell him how I felt, it wouldn’t matter. I’d still be devastated.

What did it mean that I couldn’t say it?

This was Finn, who was basically an extension of myself. The guy who knew me better than anyone, knew all the worst parts of me and still he was here, looking at me like he—

If I couldn’t say it with Finn, what hope did I have? What did that say about me?

My throat locked up, and I still couldn’t say it.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, eyes on me, and the tension in my chest eased. He slipped his hand into mine, lacing our fingers together beside my head. His voice was so soft and reassuring. “It’s okay.”

I nodded, and the panic dissipated. My fingers squeezed his.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said. Words I’d heard a hundred times, but I needed them now more than ever.

Finn always knew what I needed to hear.

I nodded at him again, wordless, chest pulsing with gratitude for him. He supported his weight on his forearm while his length rested between my legs. His throat worked and I saw the threads of his control snapping.

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