Falling for Finn (Maplewood Falls #1)

Chapter Twenty-Two

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

FINN

FOUR MONTHS LATER

I walk through the front door of the cottage and smell something burning.

“Oakley?” I shout, quickly removing my dirty work boots and then walking toward the kitchen. “Is there a reason the oven’s on?”

Noticing the red light indicating the surface is hot, I grab an oven mitt and look inside. It smells like burnt meat and cheese.

For the past few months, she’s been trying to teach herself how to cook. Watching videos online, reading cookbooks, and looking up recipes. She says it’s a good distraction when she’s creatively blocked with painting and uses it as another outlet.

But as much as I love the thought of coming home to a hot meal, I’ve had to use the fire extinguisher twice already. After the day I’ve had, I’d love not to have to use it again.

Quickly removing the pan, I set it on top of the stove and then turn off the oven.

“Oakley?” I shout louder this time.

“Up here!” she calls from the loft.

I make my way upstairs two steps at a time, ready to scold her for not setting a timer again . “Babe, you can’t?—”

Stopping in my tracks as soon as I see her on our bed, I swallow hard.

“Uh…” I chuckle under my breath, scrubbing a hand through my hair.

Oakley’s in a lacy black lingerie piece I’ve never seen her in before. She’s laid out on the bed like my favorite dessert ready to be devoured.

“What’re you doing?” I step closer, admiring every luscious inch of her exposed skin.

“I thought we’d celebrate tonight,” she says seductively. Getting to her knees, she slowly crawls to the edge of the bed.

“Baby, I’m gonna need you to tell me what’s going on. You had something burning in the oven and now I find you up here half naked—not that I’m complaining—but?—”

“Oh, shit!” She smacks a palm to her forehead. “My lasagna!”

“Is that what that was?”

“I forgot.” She winces. “I came up here to shave and get ready, and well, I got distracted.”

Reaching for her, I wrap my arms around her and pull her to my chest. “Maybe we stick to me doing the cooking.”

“Hey, I’m trying!” She swats my chest. “I wanted tonight to be special.”

I rack my brain, trying to remember what today is.

“You don’t know, do you?” Her hands go to her hips as she scolds me with a narrowed gaze.

Now it’s my turn to wince. “It’s October fourteenth.”

“Mm-hmm.” She nods slowly as if she’s waiting for me to remember.

I know it’s not her birthday or mine.

“Just tell me, babe.”

She sighs. “It’s the one-year anniversary of when we first met.”

“Is it?” My brows rise, trying to remember when she arrived last year. “Shit, I think you’re right.”

“One year since I fell for you.” She grins, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Well- ish . Pretty sure we didn’t get along that first week, and I wasn’t sure what date would be our official anniversary, so we’ll say, almost one year.”

I chuckle, tilting her chin and dipping down to press my lips to hers. “Happy one-year-ish anniversary.”

She giggles. “What date do you think it should it be on? The first time we kissed? Slept together? When I returned and moved in?”

“Nah, today’s date is perfect. It was the day you burst into my life and flipped it upside down. I knew my life would never be the same again and that’s something to celebrate.”

“We did fake date for a bit, so that obviously counts, too.”

“ Obviously ,” I taunt, smirking. “The best three hundred and sixty-five days I’ve ever had.”

“Don’t make fun of me.” She pokes my sides, and I squeal embarrassingly loud.

“Okay, enough.” I step back out of her reach, but she’s quick to her feet and chases me downstairs until I’m in the bathroom. “Let me take a shower and then I’ll make us some dinner.”

“Or…” She brings her hands up to her breasts that are nearly busting out of the thin fabric. “We could go right to dessert.”

“Oakley…” I growl, grabbing the back of my shirt and tearing it over my head. “Give me ten minutes to get cleaned up and then I’m tearing that little thing off you with my teeth.”

She watches as I remove my jeans and boxers. “Or let’s start with an appetizer.” She parks her ass up on the countertop. “Give me a show while you’re in there.”

I reach into the shower and turn on the hot water. “You think you’ll be able to keep your hands off me?”

“I spent an hour doing my hair, so I’m not getting it wet.”

The corner of my lips tilts up. “Hmm…care to make it interesting?”

“Such as?” She crosses her legs with an arched brow.

“You play with yourself where I can see you from the shower and try not to come before me while you watch me touch myself. Whoever loses has to do whatever the other says, all night long .”

She licks her lips, contemplating my offer. “You sure you wanna wager with me? I can hold out much longer than you…”

Bending down, I remove my socks and then stalk toward her. “That’s what you like to think, baby.” I tilt her chin, inching close enough to brush her mouth. “But as soon as you hear me talking you through your pleasure, you’ll be a goner.”

“That’s cheating!” she hisses.

“Says who?” I cock a brow. “The only rule is you stay up here, and I stay in there.”

“Fine.” She beams. “As soon as you hear me moaning your name, you’ll drop to your knees, begging to finish me off with your tongue.”

I chuckle at how well she knows me. But not tonight—I have plans to make her do the begging.

“We’ll see, baby. Good luck.” I wink and then get into the shower.

Soaking my hair, I thread my fingers through it before grabbing the shampoo and lathering it in my palms. By the time I’m rinsing it out, Oakley’s moans grab my attention.

Glancing over, I find her legs spread over the sink and her little thong shoved to the side, giving me the perfect view of her pretty pussy.

Fuck .

“Well, are you gonna join me or stare the whole time?”

Biting my lip, I palm my cock and stroke it as I watch her rub her clit.

“Such a good boy,” she coos, and fuck that turns me on. She knows what she’s doing and she’s damn good at it.

“Oakley,” I hiss in warning. “Put your fingers inside and tell me how wet you are.”

She obeys, shoving two between her thighs. “Mm…so wet. I can feel my arousal leaking out already.”

I squeeze my shaft tighter, and when I’m hard and throbbing, I bite back the urge to drag her ass in here with me.

“Fuck yourself nice and deep, baby. Let me see and hear how turned on you are…”

“You wish you were inside me right now, don’t you?” Her taunting voice has my balls drawing up. “Thrusting deep and hard in my cunt until I moan your name.”

“Goddammit, woman…” My head falls back as I swallow hard, fisting myself harder.

Oakley’s dirty talk always works on me, but I’m about to uno reverse her strategy.

“Pinch your nipples, love,” I order. “And use your thumb to rub your clit.”

Her senses are about to go crazy.

Oakley reaches up and squeezes a nipple through the thin lace. She shifts her hand until she can add pressure to her sensitive nub. And as soon as the pleasure teases her nerves, she’s breathless and moaning.

“That’s my good girl. Making me watch how you get yourself off when I can’t touch you…such a dirty little slut.”

Her eyes roll back at my words, and I smirk when she moans.

But my dick reacts the same, and soon, I’m fighting back the urge to come all over the shower door. Shivers roll down my spine and my thighs tense at how close I am to losing.

“Sunshine, I need you to come…” I plead.

“Not until you do,” she taunts, moving her hand to the other breast.

“I can’t. It feels wrong to get off before you do.”

Which is the truth. I never come before I’ve made sure she has, sometimes twice.

“Not this time, Country Boy. I’m not losing this bet.” She sucks her lower lip in between her teeth. “You wish your mouth and hands were on me, don’t you? I know your fist doesn’t feel half as good as my tight pussy does. Imagine I’m on my knees in front of you…waiting for you to fill it with your cum.”

Fucking hell, she’s not backing down. Her words nearly have me losing it, but I loosen my grip in time before I do.

Though I should let her win, if not to give myself the relief, but I love taunting her too much not to give it one last shot.

“I’d rather come inside you so I can practice knocking you up. Fill your pussy with my cum and then when it tries to slide out of you, I’d shove it back in with my tongue.”

We both want to have a baby someday, although I’d rather wait until we’re married so we’re not planning a wedding and for a baby at the same time, but I’d honestly be happy whenever it happens.

“Oh my God. Fuck …” Oakley’s mouth falls open, gloriously moaning through her release, and it only takes seconds later before I’m spilling out in my palm.

“You’re a filthy little cheater,” she grumbles between clenched teeth. “You knew that’d work.”

I chuckle, rinsing off under the stream of water.

“Get in here, love. I wanna kiss my prize.” I open the door and give her a come-hither motion.

Oakley tortures me by slowly removing her lingerie. Then she rubs her hands across her soft skin, taunting me further until I reach out of the shower and drag her to my chest.

“Such a little temptress, aren’t you?” I dip down and capture her mouth, moving us into the shower.

“You’re ruining my hair.” She pretends to pout.

I tilt up her chin, smirking. “I plan to ruin a lot more than your hair tonight.”

“You better appreciate my wax job.”

Sliding my hand between her thighs, I groan when I feel how smooth and soft her skin is. “Christ. You did a good job, baby.”

“Did you mean what you said before about knocking me up?” she asks.

“Of course,” I reply, moving wet strands of hair off her face. “I can’t wait to start a family with you.”

“Me too.” She grins wide. “And anything more with you, I want. Just in case you wondered…”

Biting back a laugh, I know exactly what she’s referring to.

But she has nothing to worry about because I have every intention of making her my wife and the mother of my children.

“Duly noted, my love.” I wink. “Now…on your knees and open that filthy mouth so I can feed you my cock before I feast on your sweet pussy for dinner.”