A Little Secret (The Little Things #4)

Chapter 22

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

GRIFFIN

“ W hat was that for?” Finley asks.

The quiet question cuts through my racing thoughts as I take in her flushed cheeks. “Someone had to shut you up,” I rasp. “When are you gonna realize I care about you?”

“Griff—”

“As more than a friend,” I interrupt. “More than my best friend’s little sister. More than the annoying girl who loves driving me insane. I care about you, Fin.”

She wets her lips. “Caring isn’t the issue, Griff…”

“You’re right. Because even if you won’t admit it, I think you care about me, too. I know I can’t guarantee love. I can’t guarantee forever. But I can guarantee that my feelings are real—have been real for a long fucking time—and they aren’t going anywhere.” I push her hair away from her face, letting my thumb skate across her cheek instead of pulling away like I’ve done so many times before.

“Damn.” Leaning into my touch, she peeks up at me. “You weren’t kidding about refusing to play into the whole miscommunication thing. ”

“Smartass.” My mouth lifts. “I know the timing is shitty, but I want a chance. A real chance. With you and the baby and…”

Just say it.

“I want you, Fin. Now, stop overthinking shit, and let me have you.” My mouth slams against hers again, not giving her a chance to respond. With my hands on her waist, I walk her backward toward the hall and into my room. She goes without protest. Once we’re over the threshold, I close the door and press her against it.

Fuck, these curves. I’ve dreamed about them. Fantasized. Played out a thousand scenarios of what I could do and would do if the opportunity finally presented itself. Now, here she is. Right in front of me. Moving closer, I grip the backs of her upper thighs and lift her up, grinding myself against her heat as my tongue duels with hers.

I should’ve known she’d kiss like this when there isn’t an audience. Greedily. The girl’s never been afraid to take what she wants. But neither am I. Not anymore. Not when it comes to her. Sucking Fin’s tongue into my mouth, I shift against her, letting her feel every single inch of me. A soft moan slips past her lips, and I set her down. I can’t help it. I’m tired of taking things slow. Of overthinking shit. I want Fin. And I want her now. Fumbling with her hot pink boxers, I shove them down her legs and fall to my knees.

“Griffin, what are you?—”

Her words end on a breathless hitch as I spread her folds and lick her center. I always imagined what this would be like but never thought it would happen. Are we really doing this?

“Griff,” She gasps. “Griff, keep doing that.”

Fuck, yeah. We’re really doing this.

Hooking her leg over my shoulder, I grab her ass and force her other leg into place. Her back presses against the door, and I use it for leverage, eating her pussy like it’s my last meal. I breathe her in, sucking her clit and slipping my finger inside of her. So tight. So greedy. She bucks against me, her channel squeezing me and her juices drenching my tongue and dripping off my chin. I like her like this. Needy. Exposed. Real. Weak. But only for me.

“Griff,” she pleads.

My scalp burns as she threads her fingers through my hair and tugs. Twisting it in her fists and pulling me closer to her center, forcing me to eat her the way she wants. I smile against her, craving her neediness more than my own.

“You like my mouth, Fin?” I continue fingering her, adding my middle finger and scissoring back and forth inside of her. She’s like silk. Fucking silk. So soft and wet I want to wrap her around me.

Her head rolls forward as she meets my gaze. “I like your mouth more when you’re using it to please me.”

I crook my fingers, causing her to moan. “You seem pretty pleased to me.”

“Lick me again,” she orders.

Bending forward, I drag the tip of my tongue along her clit and squeeze her ass with my opposite hand.

“Yes,” she breathes out. “Yes, yes, yes. Fuck, Griff, I could let you do this to me all day.”

Hot air hits her clit as I chuckle against her before latching on and flicking my tongue over the little nub over and over again.

Yeah, I could do this all day, too. And night. Fuck, I could spend the rest of my life worshipping her like this. Shutting her up with my mouth. My cock. The image of her on her knees in front of me, taking every inch as I bury myself between her thighs is almost enough to make me come in my pants, and I groan, lapping at her folds.

Her spine bows, and she falls apart against my lips. Nah. Explodes is more like it. It makes me feel like I’m king of the fucking universe.

Yeah, baby. I did this.

I made you fall apart.

I made you come.

Me.

A string of expletives falls out of her as she grinds her pussy against me, her thighs pressed along either side of my head like if I even think about pulling away, it’ll be the last thing I do.

Joke’s on her. I’m not going anywhere. Ever. Not if I can help it.

When her legs finally start to relax, I remove my fingers from her core, give her one more kiss against her center, and set her feet back on the ground. I can’t believe I just licked Finley’s pussy.

Finley fuckin’ Taylor.

I smile and wipe at the corner of my mouth with my thumb. Best damn taste I’ve ever experienced. Without giving me a chance to stand to my full height, she falls to her knees and pushes against my chest until my back is pressed to the floor.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“I mean, if we’re really doing this, we might as well cross everything off the list, right?” Those gray eyes pin me in place as she fumbles with my jeans and tugs them down my thighs. My cock springs to life an inch from her mouth, and she grins, holding my attention hostage as she swallows me down, one inch at a time like I’d imagined.

I wait for her to retreat. To pull away. Instead, she deep throats me like a fucking porn star, and my head falls back .

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Staring at the ceiling, I slide my fingers through her long hair, then cup the side of her face. I want to thrust. I want to force myself inside of her. Instead, I let her take the lead when we both know it’s exactly what she needs. A moment of control. Power. And considering how much has been ripped away from her lately, I’m happy to give it. I’ve imagined this a thousand times. What it would be like. How she would look. How deep she would take me. My imagination is shit.

Tiny mewls vibrate up her throat as she sucks on the head, dragging her tongue along the slit and swirling it around the head of my cock again as I try to steady my breathing.

“Never thought I’d have your mouth,” I groan. “Never thought I’d have any piece of you.”

I move my hands from her face and press my palms into the ground, fighting for restraint. For self-control as the cords along my neck tighten.

Diving back onto my cock like her mouth was made for it, she hums around me, her hands finding my balls. She’s so damn gentle as she rolls them around, tugging softly and driving me insane. It’s like she was made to please me. To make me come. To make me fall apart.

Fuck, I think I might be right.

Closing my eyes, I savor the feeling, not knowing if or when I’ll ever get it again. But if this is my only chance, my only opportunity, I’m not gonna squander it.

“Finley, come here,” I order.

With a quiet pop, my cock slips from her mouth, and she tilts her head. “So help me, if you tell me we should stop, I’m gonna—” She squeals as I hook my arms beneath her and pull her up.

“You want to know what it’s like, remember?” I growl against the long column of her throat. “What it’s like to be with someone other than that immature prick who couldn’t see what he was letting go.” Kissing her neck, I tug us to our feet, then guide her toward the bed as she hooks her arms around my waist. When the backs of her thighs hit the edge of the mattress, she tumbles onto it, bringing me with her. “Let me give you a glimpse.”

The girl’s like silk as I grind against her. Fuck, I feel like I’m losing my damn mind, and I’m not even inside her yet.

“Okay, this feels really good,” she whimpers. “I’m gonna need you to get inside me like right now.”

Smiling against her mouth, I reply, “You read my mind.” I press the head of my cock against her center but pause as the last of my sanity makes one final plea. “Fuck, a condom.”

“Already pregnant, remember?” she jokes.

“Fin,” I warn.

“If we’re being stupid, we might as well go for gold, right?” My cock twitches between us, and she grins. “Come on, big boy.”

“I’m clean,” I promise her.

“Me, too. Promise.”

With a single thrust, I push inside of her and drop my forehead to hers. Fuck. She’s tight. And wet. So fucking wet. My eyes roll back in my head as I force my body to not rip her in two, but it’s hard. Really fucking hard.

“Damn, Griff,” she pants. “I know I called you big boy, but, uh, ouch .”

A dry laugh escapes me. “Sorry, Fin.”

“No you aren’t.” She laughs.

I lift onto my forearms and stare down at her. “You’re right. I’m not.”

And it’s true. The idea of marking her, of making her sore enough to think of me any time she moves tomorrow, is almost as addictive as being inside her. Feeling every inch of her. Her shallow breathing. The slight angle of her heel pressed against my ass.

Dragging her trimmed nails along my spine, she whispers, “You can move now.”

Pleasure shoots through my balls as I slowly pull out of her, the friction better than anything I’ve ever experienced until I thrust into her again. And again. And again.

“You feel so good,” she whispers. “I didn’t think you’d feel this good.”

“I knew you would,” I admit. Pressing my mouth to hers, I kiss her again, taking control instead of letting her take the lead like before. I time my thrusts with my tongue, mirroring the movements as her core constricts around me. When the headboard bangs against the wall, I groan, sliding my hands beneath her ass and picking us both up. I hate how I have to hide it. This moment. This connection. This experience. If I’d given in at the hotel, this wouldn’t be an issue, but here? It’s only a reminder of how precarious the situation really is.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“If your brother comes home and hears us, he’ll kill me.” With one hand, I keep Fin pressed to me, our bodies still connected, and grab the comforter on the bed with my opposite one. Once it’s spread on the ground, I lay us down, keeping our bodies connected.

Sweat breaks out along my hairline as I stare down at her parted lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” I breathe out.

Her nails scrape against my back, proving she’s close, and I dip down to kiss her harder, branding her mouth with my own and swallowing her gasp as she squeezes my cock like a vice .

“Why do you feel so good?” she whispers. “Why is it so different with you?”

My sternum aches at her words. At what they mean, even if she doesn’t know it. Isn’t willing to recognize it.

Sitting us up, I lean my back against the edge of the bed, push the hair away from her face, and cup her jaw. I could joke about the size of my dick. I could tell her everyone’s different. I could tell her a lot of things. But the truth is…I don’t know why. Not really. She’s always called to me. Always. I don’t know why I’ve craved her more than anyone else—more than anyone I’ve ever been with. I don’t know why I like the way she crawls under my skin. The way she drives me insane. The way my chest squeezes when she smiles at me.

I don’t know a lot of things, but I do know she’ll always be different. This thing between us will always be different.

“Been searching all my life for that answer,” I admit. “If you figure it out, will you let me know?”

Her eyes dance with amusement, and she kisses me.

Rolling her hips, she rides me like a seasoned pro, and my eyes fall back in my head, too lost in the feel of her to analyze the pull between us. Especially now. When I’m so fucking close. As she burrows into the crook of my neck, I grab her waist and guide her movements, my balls tightening with every aching thrust until I can’t take it anymore. My cock jerks inside of her, and she bites the side of my throat, sucking on the flesh as her core milks me for every damn drop. Her muscles tighten before she melts on top of me like a hot stick of butter.

“Fuck,” she pants.

I laugh. “Fuck.”

I might not have ever had a girlfriend, but I’ve never been one to turn down a casual hookup, and now that I’m here with Fin. Each and every experience in my past is laughable. This girl? This girl means more than she’ll ever know.

“Did we, uh”—she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth—“did we really just do this?”

I flex my softening dick inside of her. “Pretty sure.”

“And, uh, what are the odds you’ll let me sweep this under the rug and pretend I didn’t just sleep with my brother’s best friend?”

“I’m gonna go with a zero percent chance.” I squeeze her thighs. “But I’m okay if you want to wait to announce it to the world.”

“Oh, so now there’s an announcement needing to be made?”

“Add it to the list, right?” I offer dryly.

She sobers. “Good point.”

“You could always let me be by your side, and we could air everything out at once.”

“Or we could take things slow, and you can be patient with me while I…figure everything out.”

“Everything…” A stone falls in my gut, and my amusement dissipates. Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t think we were gonna ride off into the sunset or some shit, but the reminder of how she isn’t as invested in this as I am burns. I fight the urge to move her off me and pull her closer, caught between two conflicting feelings and what they would mean if I followed through with either of them. Rejection is the last thing she needs right now, but it’s the last thing I need, too.

“Griff, I really do like you, and I really liked what we just did, but it’s not only me anymore.”

She won’t look at me. Maybe she can’t. Too busy drowning in all the unknowns of her future while adding me to one or two of the possibilities and analyzing whether or not my addition is a good idea. And I hate that I get it. I understand her reservations. Fuck, I had no intention of sleeping with her when she walked into the kitchen this morning, but I don’t regret it, and I sure as shit would never take it back. I meant what I said. I care about her. I want her. And if it means I have to go at her pace or risk another rejection on the off-chance she gives us a real shot, then I’ll do it, even if it’s a bitch.

Grabbing the side of her face, I urge her to look at me. “Finley, you’re not alone in this.”

Her lips smash together as she forces herself to hold my gaze. I know she doesn’t believe me. I can see it in her eyes. Feel it in her silence. And in a way, she’s right. I don’t know. Not fully. I can’t. I’m not Finley. I haven’t been in her shoes, and I sure as shit can’t ever become pregnant. But if she thinks I don’t grasp the severity of her situation, or how weighted it really is, she doesn’t know me as well as I thought she did.

“Finley, you’re not alone in this,” I repeat. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“What if we…” She bites her bottom lip. “What if we wait to tell people?”

“Wait,” I repeat.

“For a little while.” She slips her hands beneath my shirt, drawing circles along my chest. The gentle scratch of her nails against my bare skin feels like fucking heaven. Goosebumps scatter along my spine and out to my limbs. “A month. Two, tops,” she offers.

“Are you talking about us, or are you talking about the baby?”

She hesitates. “Both? I think? My family’s already going to freak out when they find out I’m pregnant. Add in a very new…something…between me and my brother’s best friend, and… You have to see where I’m coming from. Besides, I read online that most people don’t announce their” —she gulps—“pregnancy until they’re out of the first trimester anyway, so really, I’m not even too far behind the average girl. And in the meantime, we can…feel things out. See if this is…what we think it might be before signing our families up for heart attacks.”

I want to tell her no, I don’t want to wait. Hiding shit isn’t going to make it go away. But I know this girl, and agreeing to feel out whatever this is between us instead of fighting it is already a big concession on her part.

“Fine.” I grab her wrist, preventing her from moving. “We’ll give it to the end of the month.”

“Deal.”