A Little Secret (The Little Things #4)

Chapter 26

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

FINLEY

T hey won. It was a good game, and my throat is officially sore from cheering so loud. Everyone’s already in the hall. Everyone but Griff.

“Are we having a Game Night or what?” Reeves asks us. “My phone’s been blowing up with people asking since the first period ended. Pickles?” he prods, using his favorite nickname for my best friend.

Dylan shrugs and loops her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a quick peck. “I’m good with whatever.”

“I’m okay with a Game Night,” Raine adds. “What do you think, Ev?”

My brother nods. “Works for me.” Glancing at the closed locker room, he frowns.

“Is Griff still in there?” I ask.

His head bobs again. “I don’t know what’s taking him so long.”

“Probably pissed he lost his head in the second and third periods,” Reeves interjects. “Did you hear the Tornadoes’ GM was here?”

Everett’s brows hitch. “You noticed, too, huh? ”

“Yeah,” Reeves answers. “It would fuck with my head, too.”

“Fuck,” my brother mutters. “Let’s give him some space. Fin, you wanna ride with me and Raine back to the house?”

“A friend from one of my classes texted and asked if I wanted to catch up after the game,” I lie as my attention moves from the closed locker room door to Everett. “I’ll see if she can give me a ride to the house.”

“You sure?” he asks. “I don’t mind waiting.”

“I’m good, promise.” Rising onto my tiptoes, I kiss his cheek. “But thank you for being a super duper overprotective brother who always looks out for me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbles. “Be safe.”

“I will. Oh, and”—I snap my fingers—“on the off-chance she can’t drop me off, I’ll just text Griff since it seems like he’ll be here for a while.” I tilt my head toward the locker room. “No biggie.”

Everett hesitates but winds up nodding as I pass hugs around to the rest of the group like they’re confetti. Once I’m finished, my friends head toward the exit. I start in the opposite direction before peeking over my shoulder and slipping into the men’s locker room when the coast is clear.

The door is heavy and creaks in protest as I push it open, praying I don’t get caught. The musty, stale scent of sweat and leather mixes with the humid air, and my stomach curdles. Either I’ve forgotten how smelly a locker room can be, or these pregnancy hormones are messing with my sense of smell. Regardless, I press my hand to my stomach and inch further into the space. One of the showers is on. The familiar whoosh of rushing water echoes off the cinder block walls as I tiptoe past the coach’s office. It’s empty. Everyone’s gone home for the day. Most of the lights are off, leaving an eerie glow as the steam spills out of the showers.

With a squeak from the pipes, the water cuts off, and I call out, “Griff?”

Silence.

“Fin?”

I can hear the confusion in his voice, and my lips tug up. “Yeah, it’s me.”

Peeking into the showers, I find a very bare backside topped by a very muscular back. Seriously. How can one man be so damn good-looking? It’s like not only did God smile upon this boy, but so did all of his angels.

Turning around, Griffin faces me in all his naked glory.

My teeth dig into my bottom lip as I shamelessly check him out. “Well, damn. Is it my birthday, or did I win the lottery and no one told me?”

He drops his gaze and reaches for a towel on the hook beside him, drying off his body, then rubbing the damp, white towel against his light brown hair without even bothering to cover his half-raised cock.

“Pretty sure you aren’t supposed to be in here,” he mutters.

“Pretty sure you shouldn’t be complaining.”

He knots the towel around his waist and cocks his head. “Oh, I shouldn’t?”

“Not when this place is empty, and my goal is to bring a smile to your grouchy face.” I step closer, lift my hand, and cup his jaw. Urging him to look at me, I add, “I heard about the Tornadoes’ GM attending today’s game. I’m sorry if you didn’t play the way you wanted to.”

“I don’t care about the game,” he mutters.

“You don’t?”

He shakes his head. “Or the GM.”

“Well, color me surprised.” I lower my hand and pat his chest. “Consider this a celebratory blow job for today’s win, then. Although if you’re feeling generous, I’d love to kneel on the towel—” I reach for the knot above the outline of his erection, but he grabs my wrist and stops me.

“I don’t want your mouth, Finley.”

My brows pinch. “What?”

“I said I don’t want your mouth.”

I peek up at him, not bothering to hide my confusion. “I’m sorry, but I’m pretty sure I need my hearing checked because no guy in the history of guys has ever turned down a mouth. Just sayin’.”

“This isn’t a joke, Finley.”

The pain in his eyes makes me pause. The hurt. The distance.

What the hell?

My mind whirs, and I try to piece together what he isn’t saying.

My tongue darts out between my lips. “Did I…” I lean back. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Why didn’t you tell Dreggs no?” he demands.

Dreggs? This is about Dreggs?

A breath of laughter escapes me. I start to pull my wrist away from him, but Griff doesn’t let me go.

“Something funny?” he growls.

“Are you serious right now?” I challenge. “You’re mad because I didn't flat-out refuse Dreggs when he asked me out? That’s why you’re acting like this?”

“I want to know why.”

“Because you and I agreed to keep this thing a secret, remember?”

“Add it to the list, right?” he offers dryly.

“Okay, pause. Are we discussing the whole…” My mouth snaps shut, and I point to my stomach. “Or are we discussing this?” I wiggle my finger between us. “Because th ose are two very different things, and only one of them technically involves you, so I suggest you choose your next words wisely.”

I sound like a bitch. I know I do, but he’s being unfair, and I’m not going to simply roll over and take it.

His jaw tics, but he lets out a slow breath, his expression softening. “Me and you, Fin. I wanna discuss me and you.”

“Okay.” I sigh. “Well, for starters, that was a wise choice.” His mouth twitches. “And secondly, you’re not allowed to be mad at me. I might not’ve said no, but I didn’t say yes, either, okay? I have no desire to date—or to be with—anyone but you, which is why I came in here. To be with you ,” I emphasize. “Not Dreggs. Not any other guy. Only you.”

His grasp on my wrist tightens, and he tugs me into him, surprising me with a bruising kiss I can feel from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I moan at the contact, letting my hands roam every dip and flex of his muscles beneath my touch. “I like you like this,” I whisper against his mouth, finding the knot in the towel. It drops to our feet. “All needy and jealous.” Lifting my chin, I let him kiss me again. It’s softer this time but just as desperate. I like him like this, too. Seeing him care. Seeing him give a shit when he’s so laid back most of the time it’s impossible to tell whether or not he’s affected by…anything, really. His cock bobs between us, and I grasp it softly, running my fingers over the head like it’s a delicate flower, well aware of exactly how much I’m teasing him.

A groan of frustration hits my mouth, and he leans away with a warning look. “You playing with me, Fin?”

“Is that what I’m doing?” I ask innocently.

“Gonna fuck that smart mouth of yours again one of these days. ”

“I mean, I did offer,” I quip.

“And if we were anywhere else, I’d take you up on it.” His hands find the loop of my jeans, and he tugs me toward him, grinding his cock against my bare upper stomach, thanks to the knotted jersey beneath my breasts. “Do you have any idea how much this has been killing me?” He slips his hands around my waist and along my spine, causing goosebumps to spread over my skin like wildfire.

Leaning closer, he sucks on the patch of skin just beneath my ear, and I tilt my head as he unbuttons my jeans and slides them down to my knees. I never felt this with Drew. This…intensity. This…completely unhinged desire to throw caution to the wind, no matter how stupid it is. Because let’s be real. Hooking up in the men’s locker room isn’t the brightest thing either of us has ever done, yet here we are, desperate to feel each other. To touch each other. To come apart with each other. Because of each other.

Spinning me around, he orders, “Hands on the wall.”

I peek over my shoulder and place my open palms on the tile as he fists his hard cock, spreading the pre-cum along his shaft.

My core clenches at the view, and I bite my bottom lip, wiggling my ass in front of him. “Any day now, Griff.”

His chuckle is dry and low as he steps closer, lining himself up with my entrance. “You’re a pain in the ass, you know that, right, Fin?”

With a nod, I arch my back, trying to push him inside of me, but he pulls back, rubbing the head along my slit but not entering me the way I want. The way I need.

“Speaking of pain in the ass,” I muse. “Are you gonna fuck me or not, Griff?”

He smirks. “You’ve been teasing me all day. Figured I’d return the favor. ”

I laugh and slip my hand between my thighs, playing with myself before dragging the moisture to the head of his cock still tucked against my center. “Do you have any idea how wet I am for you?”

Griffin’s head falls forward, and he groans, reaching around me. A sting hits the back of my hand as he slaps me away and envelops my wrist. With his opposite hand, he grabs my hips, ramming himself inside of me, pushing my face into the tile wall and hitching my hand behind my back. The icy surface seeps through my jersey and makes my nipples harden with anticipation. This. I never knew it could be like this. That he could be like this.

My jaw drops at the intrusion, the delicious stretch making my knees weak as I try to catch my breath.

“This pussy is mine. This body is mine. This soul is mine.” He pulls out, then thrusts into me again, hitting me so deep I could scream.

“Fuck,” I gasp.

“Yeah,” he rasps against the shell of my ear. “Fuck.”

Moving my hair to one side, he sucks on my throat, rutting into me hard and fast and wild. His fingers slide around my waist, find my clit, and I combust around him. The nails of my free hand scrape against the tile surface as stars erupt behind my closed eyes. Never, and I mean never, have I been fucked like this. So raw and animalistic. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, and when his cock jerks inside of me, I want every fucking ounce. I crave it. Need it. Need him.

His heart rams against my chest as we both catch our breath, his forehead resting at the base of my neck, when all of a sudden, I hear a cold, detached voice from the shower’s entrance.

“What the fuck?”