Finn (Breakaway Hockey #4)

Chapter Six

Finn

N o more games. After holding Sammie in my arms, I want just one more thing—to kiss those soft, full lips of hers.

I have to let her know, so I slide down the sofa till I’m right next to her.

But now she won’t meet my questioning gaze. She’s somewhat turned to me, but she’s staring at my T-shirt-clad chest.

“Sammie,” I say softly as I turn her more fully to me and lift her chin so she has to look at me. “What are we doing here?”

Swallowing hard, she replies in more of a question than an answer, “Playing Truth or Dare?”

I scoff, “Yeah, well, I don’t think we need a game for that. Not anymore. In fact, I have a truth for you.”

“What’s that?” she whispers.

There’s conflict in her emerald eyes, a struggle to not give in. But hell, if I’m giving in, she may as well too. We’re just putting off the inevitable. This pull to each other is too fucking strong.

Maybe it’s the drinks we consumed that are lowering our inhibitions. Or maybe we’re just two lonely people wanting to come together for one night.

I don’t know, and I don’t care.

That’s why I just lay it on the line. “My truth is that I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone as much as I do right the fuck now.”

And there goes her last bit of resistance.

I see it as her gaze softens.

And fuck, there’s fire in her eyes as she says challengingly, “Then do it, Finn. I dare you. Kiss me.”

Wow.

I don’t know if it’s my turn, or her turn, or, despite what I said, maybe she’s still playing the game.

It doesn’t matter. I lean in and touch my lips to hers. My hand is still on her chin, so I bring up my other one and cradle her face as our kiss deepens.

It’s hot and electric, and I want more.

But then she places her hands on my chest.

I’m worried she’ll push me away, and if she does, I’ll comply. But that’s not what happens.

No, Sammie snakes her hands up and around me and winds her fingers into my hair.

I sigh, and she’s the one who is now urging me to open my mouth more.

I do.

Our tongues intertwine more urgently.

Softness and gentleness fly out the window.

As our kissing intensifies, our hands roam…

She’s sliding hers under my shirt, raking her nails down my smooth chest.

I let out a groan and run my hands over her blouse, my thumbs circling her nipples through the material until I feel them pebbling beneath her shirt and bra.

She gasps, and we break apart long enough for her to say, “Take it off.”

I nod, and then I kiss her again as I undo the buttons of her blouse one by one.

I want to see, though.

So, I break our kiss and tell her that, and she says, “Yes.”

With my forehead pressed to hers, we both look down as I peel open her blouse and unclasp her black lacy bra

“I fucking love this outfit,” I share as I hold the open front-clasp closed between my two fingers.

When I let go, her beautiful supple breasts spill out. Milky skin, pert pink nipples. I have to taste her.

Kissing my way down Sammie’s neck, I urge her to lean back farther on the sofa.

I sit up, and she wiggles out of her shirt and bra as she lies back.

I take the opportunity to admire how fucking hot she looks in just that tartan miniskirt and nothing else.

Well, she does still have on those black boy shorts.

And that gives me an idea—a horny, lusty one. I want those shorts gone so I can see her in just the skirt, legs open.

Fuck.

My dick twinges, and I whip my tee up and over my head.

I poise my body over hers, and she places one hand on my chest, just over my heart, and smiles up at me.

“Is this okay?” I whisper.

She nods, and I descend, instantly taking those luscious mounds into my mouth, first one, then the other.

I kiss and lick and suck, loving every second of it. She tastes fucking fantastic, like strawberries or something.

As I go to town, Sammie writhes beneath me, her breaths quickening.

She breathes out my name, and I move up to her mouth, lowering my body to hers. I want—no, I need —her skin pressed to mine.

We both let out a groan at the warm contact.

She scrapes her nails up my back, murmuring lustily, “You feel so good, Finn.”

“Babe, you do too.”

We still for a beat, and our eyes meet.

There’s that sadness again, and I feel comfortable enough now to ask, “What’s hurting you, Sammie? Do you want to stop?”

“No, no !” She closes her eyes and shakes her head. When she opens them, there’s a new determination there as she says, “I don’t want to stop, Finn. I want more. I want you .”

Fuck, I want her too.

Luckily, I have protection up in my bedroom.

So, nodding, I pick her up and carry her upstairs. She doesn’t ask where we’re going.

She just kisses my neck, my chest, as she plays with my hair.

Once we’re in my bedroom, I lay her down on my massive bed.

When I turn on the small lamp that’s on the nightstand, I ask, “Is this all right? Can we keep this on?”

She replies, “Uh-huh. I want to see, too, especially when you finally take off those damn jeans.”

This girl.

She grins, and I smile back.

Fuck, a woman after my own heart.

“I’m on it,” I say, chuckling as I take off and kick away my jeans.

My cock is hard as fuck and tenting my boxer briefs.

Glancing down, then at Sammie, who’s now on her side and propped up on one elbow, I catch her taking in the view and licking her lips.

I’m glad we’re both so hungry for each other.

Her eyes move back up to mine, and, smiling wickedly, she crooks a finger. “Come here,” she says in a throaty, needy voice.

Kill me now.

I step forward till my legs hit the edge of the bed.

Scooting over, she rises to her knees, her luscious tits on full display.

Damn, I want them back in my mouth.

That may have to wait, though, because she’s pointing to my boxers and telling me, “Those have to go.”

“Yeah?” I jerk my chin to her and raise a brow. “Only if you take off those fucking little shorts first.” I pause. “But leave the skirt.”

She laughs. “You’re a naughty boy, Finn, aren’t you?”

Ha!

She doesn’t even know the half of it.

But she’s about to find out.

Sammie maneuvers out of her shorts and tosses them to me.

I easily catch them.

Looking smug, she says, “Done.”

“Shit.” I drop her shorts to the floor and get rid of my boxers.

We’re finally both bare, except for that little plaid skirt.

Perfect.

It’s all I can do to not ravage her, but she’s quicker. Winking at me once, she’s on my cock in an instant.

And…it…is…sublime.

The feel of her warm mouth expertly working me, while watching her take me in and out almost sends me over the edge.

Luckily, I have more control than that.

Still, the desire to reciprocate and taste her pussy is too much. I make her stop, then I lean her gently back onto the puffy comforter.

My fantasy is fulfilled as she scoots back, spreading her legs for me.

“Damn,” I murmur. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

I reach out and finally lift that fucking hot-as-sin skirt, before I lower my body flat on the bed until my head is between her legs.

Perfect.

I go to work on her.

And, fuck, she tastes as I knew she would—fantastic.

I lick and lathe and suck her clit into my mouth, while she moans and writhes and tells me how amazing what I’m doing feels.

Oh, I bet it does.

At some point, I stop just long enough to tug her skirt down and off. “I want you completely naked,” I explain.

Breathing hard, her eyes meet mine, and she says, “I fucking want your cock, Finn. Don’t make me wait too long. I want to come with you inside me.”

Okay, that does it.

No more playing around.

I grab a condom from my nightstand drawer in record speed.

Hovering above this dream woman of mine and ripping the wrapper open with my teeth, I hesitate long enough to ask softly, “Are you sure, Sammie? Is this definitely what you want?”

She nods and whispers, “I am more than sure, Finn. I want you . And I want you now. So, get that condom on and fuck me.”

I chuckle as I do as she commands. “All right, sweetheart.”

Everything has been so frantic, passionate, and lust-fueled, but once I’m settled between her legs, my dick nudging at her folds, I slow things down.

Placing my hands on either side of her face, I kiss her slowly, deeply, deliberately.

“Finn,” she breathes into my mouth as she moves her hips beneath me.

My cock is right the fuck there, and I’m about to make a move.

But it’s her who reaches down and guides me in, not me.

When I’m fully sheathed, we both stop and gasp.

Fuck, even with the condom, Sammie feels amazing. This feels amazing—our connection, our bodies joined.

No one moves.

Our eyes meet.

She bites her lip.

I breathe out, “Wow.”

“Uh-huh,” she agrees.

There’s no more sadness in her eyes, only lust and an acknowledgment that though we never planned for this to happen, it feels so fucking right.

I smile at her as I finally start to move.

And the perfection continues…

We go slowly.

We go fast.

I roll over so she’s on top, and it’s just as magical.

We try out every position we can think of.

And there’s laughter and fun, and finally both of us falling apart.

When it’s all over, we clean up in the adjoined bathroom and get back into bed, this time under the covers.

Yeah, the same ones we kicked off with our sexing and had to put back on.

With her head on the pillow, Sammie turns to me.

I reach over and tuck a wayward strand of her auburn hair behind her ear.

She releases a breath as she tells me, “You made me feel so good, Finn.”

I smile. “You deserve to feel good and be cherished, Sammie.”

That’s when I catch something fleeting in her eyes.

Is it doubt?

Is it regret?

Is it the sadness I saw earlier coming back?

Or is it some realization that, for as close as we just were—and it really was some next-level sex—we really don’t know each other all that well?

I want to get to know her better, though.

I want to see her again.

I’ll tell her all this tomorrow, as my lids are growing heavy as exhaustion overwhelms me.

I reach over to turn off the table lamp, and she turns to her other side.

That’s okay.

I snuggle up to her and wrap her up in my arms.

She sighs, and with her back pressed to my chest, I hold her as closely as I can.

But the weird thing is, I can’t shake the feeling that I’m holding on to something that’s rapidly slipping away—her.