Finn Rhodes Forever: A Spicy Small Town Second Chance Romance (The Queen’s Cove Series Book 4)
Finn Rhodes Forever: Chapter 30

“YOU’RE A BRAT,” I told Liv, pressing a soft kiss to her mouth before running my mouth down her neck. “I know there’s a good girl in there, though.”

My lips found a nipple and I sucked. Her head fell back with a moan that I felt all the way to my balls. “Uh-huh. I remember how sweet you can be.”

With my fingers on her other breast, I gave her gorgeous tits all the attention they deserved, licking and sucking and tugging as she arched on the tiles. She was trying to keep quiet, clamping her mouth closed tight, but once in a while, a breathy moan or groan would escape and I’d smile against her skin.

I straightened up, towering over her, caging her in.

“Do you like when I’m in control like this?” I murmured down at her.

Her eyes danced with fire and heat. “You’re stalling. Do you need me to walk you through it?”

I shot her a wicked grin, shaking my head. “Morgan, when I’m done with you, you won’t remember your own name. I don’t need a reminder. I know what works on you.”

She swallowed and her hands flexed against the tiles. My fingers trailed a slow line from her breasts down her stomach, watching her eyes until I slipped between her legs.

She closed her eyes and moaned as I stroked her wet heat.

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, watching where my fingers glided over her. “You’re so fucking wet and soft.”

“You’ve been teasing me for weeks,” she gasped as I circled her clit.

“Yeah? You’ve been thinking about this for weeks?” I flattened my fingers and dragged them in slow strokes over her clit, watching her eyes roll back as I added pressure. “There we go. I’m going to make you come, I know it.”

Steam rose around us in the shower and she closed her eyes, breathing through her nose as she flattened her mouth, trying not to make a noise. Her abs tightened and her hips bucked against my hand and I felt like a fucking god, doling out pleasure to her one ounce at a time.

“You won’t,” she gasped, but her strained expression, her parted lips said I would.

I dipped a finger inside and she moaned. I pressed my mouth to where her shoulder met her neck, teeth scraping her skin while her pussy squeezed my finger.

“Oh, yeah?” I stroked in and out slowly until I found the ridged spot on her front wall.

She made a choking noise, hips bucking again.

“Oh, yeah,” I said, giving her a cocky smile. One of my arms was propped above her while I fingered her, watching her gorgeous face. Watching her melt as I wound her tighter. I added a second finger and she whimpered. Her eyebrows pulled together and she bit that pretty bottom lip as I pushed into her tightness.

“Finn,” she whined in desperation.

The devil inside me liked the way she said my name. “Say it, Liv. Say you’re my girl.”

She huffed. “Shut up.”

My grin turned wicked as my fingers worked her. She was getting wetter, slipping all over my fingers, and I added a third finger. “Uh-huh. Keep fighting it. You’re getting tighter. Is my girl going to come?”

She shook her head, eyes closed, head tilted back against the shower. I kissed up the long line of her throat. Her pussy tightened when I licked the sensitive spot beneath her ear.

“You sure?” I murmured in her ear, massaging her G-spot. “You sure you’re not going to come?”

“Doubt it.” She squirmed, tits out and begging for attention. My lips met one nipple and I sucked hard.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whispered. Her walls squeezed and rippled around my hand. I slipped my thumb over her clit and her eyes flew open. “Oh, shit.”

“There we go. There’s my girl.” My voice was low and jagged, and my gaze flipped from her face to between her legs. “This pussy is so fucking sweet, baby, and soon, I’m going to bury my face between your legs and make you moan my name.”

“Not your girl,” she bit out.

“Yes, you are.” I rubbed the pad of my thumb over her clit, circling with pressure.

“You fucking wish.” Her eyes clenched closed, her back arched, and it was like watching an angel come undone beneath me. My heart slammed in my chest.

I did wish, and my wish was coming true.

“Can I touch you?” she gasped. “Please?”

My cock was dripping pre-cum but the second she touched me, I’d be in trouble. “Not yet. Wrap your arms around my neck, baby.”

She looped her arms around me fast, like she was desperate for skin-on-skin contact, and she clung to me as I worked her inner walls. My pulse beat in my ears as her muscles began fluttering around my hand.

“Finn,” she moaned, lips against my throat. “Finn.”

“I knew it. I knew you’d fucking come,” I growled into her hair as she clung harder to my neck. “Deep down, Liv, there’s a good girl in there who wants me to fuck her, isn’t that right?”

She moaned again, wrapping her leg around my hip to let me get deeper. She squeezed tighter and tighter and her hips moved in time with my hands.

“Just like that, baby. Fuck yourself on my hand and let me make you feel good.”

She started nodding and I knew that sign.

“Fuck,” she gasped, head tilting back, and when her eyes opened and met mine, I saw disbelief, wonder, and pure pleasure. Her muscles rippled and clenched my fingers and she let out a long, low moan. “Finn, I’m coming.”

“Yes, yes, yes, there we go,” I murmured into her hair, holding her against me as she clutched my chest. “Touching you is so fucking sweet, Liv. I’m going to come thinking about this for months.”

She bucked and her moans echoed in the bathroom as she rode out her orgasm. Her spasms slowed and she sighed into me, boneless. Under my arm, she caught her breath and tipped her face up, eyes hazy. I pressed my mouth against hers.

“You look so fucking good when you come,” I whispered.

Her hand slipped down between us and wrapped around the base of my cock.

“Oh, shit,” I gasped. She squeezed and my hips bucked in her hand. “Oh, shit. Olivia.”

The corner of her mouth turned up and she watched my face while she stroked. Her other hand came to my balls, lightly rubbing and tugging. Heat coursed through my blood and I watched her face, so studious, careful, and curious as she jerked me off. My arms came up around her head, propped on the tiles while I leaned my forehead against hers and kissed her.

“Oh my fucking god,” I gasped against her mouth.

Liv stroking my cock while we made out in the warm shower was the best thing I’d ever experienced. My thoughts scattered in the air like stars in the sky and my skin felt too hot, too tight, like I couldn’t contain this desire for her.

“We’re going to do this again.” My voice was low and rough. “So many fucking times.”

There was that smug grin on her face again, eyelids at half-mast before her gaze dropped to my cock. That little smile played at her lips while she worked my length, like she was admiring me.

She licked her lips and the idea of her mouth on my cock made me pulse in her hand. A pathetic whimper slipped out of my mouth and I huffed.

“Now who’s going to come?” Liv whispered.

“What did you expect, looking at me like that?” Pressure boiled up my spine as I tried to hold on and my eyes clenched closed. “Been dreaming about your hand on my cock for years.”

“Finn, kiss me.”

My mouth fell to hers and I stroked into her, tasting her, getting my fill of Liv Morgan, the woman of my fucking dreams. Need whipped through me, pressure built in my balls, and with a gasp, I came all over her hand and stomach, moaning her name into her mouth.

“Oh, fuck.” My head dropped to her shoulder as I caught my breath.

She kept a hand on my chest but moved out from under my arms. My brain was hazy as she opened a bottle of shampoo and gestured for me to lean down so she could reach my hair. Liv washed my hair before I washed hers, and as the water ran down our bodies, I felt a warm, intimate thrum in my chest.

After the shower, we toweled each other off, got dressed, and returned to the living room to watch the movie.

“Come here,” I said, gesturing for Liv to curl up against me.

Her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip as her eyes narrowed in hesitation, but a second later, she slumped against me, head on my chest, my arm around her shoulders. I pressed a kiss to the top of her damp hair and she sighed. When the movie was over and Liv didn’t move, breathing a steady rhythm on my chest, I reached for a nearby blanket, turned off the lamp, and settled back on the couch with her sprawled on top of me.

Everything I wanted was happening for Liv and me. We were spending more time together, she was trusting me, and we were getting closer. Soon enough, we wouldn’t be where we were before, we’d be more us, deeper in this friendship, woven tighter together. Inseparable. Like we were meant to be.

A nervous, ugly chill slithered through my consciousness.

What if she changed her mind? I lay there in the dark, staring at the ceiling as Liv slept on my chest. What if she woke up and realized I was exactly who I was trying not to be?

I let a long breath out, pushing the thoughts out of my head and replacing them with memories of tonight, of Liv and me in the shower, of her embarrassed face at dinner, of the way her eyes glazed over with trust and pleasure as I made her come.

It was working, this plan of mine. Now I had to stop myself from fucking it up.

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