When The Rain Falls

46. Making Up Is Fun to Do

46 MAKING UP IS FUN TO DO

FINN

I walk into our motel room, a duffel in each hand, and shut the door with my foot. We didn’t feel like driving home after Aimee’s race. We’re staying the night near the mountain. Where we can get lost in each other without the distractions of the outside world. I wish I could take my girl someplace nice. But here we are in some rustic motel, where weary travelers are greeted by an oversized Sasquatch in the parking lot.

I rolled my eyes at it. Aimee called it adorable and made a crude comment about his large feet.

After we checked in, I handed Aimee the keys to the room while I ran across the street to the convenience store for water. Now I’m lugging our bags in from the cars.

I take two steps inside before I’m hit by the sound of Aimee humming and water running. As soon as I see the steam pouring into the room from the open bathroom door, I drop the bags. It doesn’t take long for my strides to eat up the ground separating me from her.

I stand in the bathroom doorway, shoulder propped against the frame and watch the magnificent sight playing out in front of me. Aimee pulls back the shower curtain and she’s fucking radiant. A contrast of golden skin and delicate, milky tan lines. The tattoo hugging her upper thigh. The triangle of her pussy bare between her thighs sends my pulse into overdrive.

She shoots me a heated smile as she takes one step out of the tub. Steam rises from the water around her. She’s fucking Venus. Rising from the sea. My fingers go electric with the anticipation of touching her bare skin.

She is mine.

It’s going to be impossible. From here on out. To doubt the goodness in the universe now that it’s given her to me.

Laurel will always be part of me. It’s a truth that struck like lightning as I sat on the couch with Vivian and Ruby watching our old home movies. She’s on their faces. She’s in their eyes. She’s in their energy. And she’s etched in my heart. Even if her laugh fades and the memories fray.

Love isn’t so flimsy that it requires a visual memory to anchor it in place. It’s roots are much deeper—invisible markings on our heart that we carry everywhere we go. And it’s about time I started tending to my heart. To richen the soil where those roots are planted so that new blooms can grow.

Aimee’s that new bloom. Just as Laurel will always be my roots.

As Aimee towels off, still humming happily to herself, my eyes catch on the way her hand runs that plush fabric over every curve of her body. Behind her neck, between her breasts, down each arm, the small of her back. I fucking want to be that towel.

When she bends down to pick up her shirt, she pops her ass playfully in my direction. Her smoldering grin and the curve of her backside singes me on sight.

“Don’t bother putting that on.” My voice comes out raw and edgy as I take her delicate wrist in mine and walk her backwards against the wall. “The only thing you’re going to wear are my bite marks and kisses.” Her back lands with a soft thump and her eyes flutter up at me.

“I bet I can get you to dress me in something else too.” She presses her mouth to my ear and whispers. “I want you to cover every inch of my body.” Her fingers trail down my torso and find my groin, suggesting at exactly how she wants me to cover her. Instinctively, I drive into the friction of her hand against my jeans.

“You think I’m going to have the willpower to pull out? After I sink into your perfect little pussy?” I grip her hip bone and pin her against the wall. I’m already questioning how I’m going to last and how to draw this out as long as possible. “That’s cute, Aimee.”

I trace the outline of her lips as I anticipate pulling them into mine. “I don’t think you realize how badly I need you right now. I don’t think I can control myself once I’m inside you.” I nip playfully against her jaw as I consider my words. Once again, I find myself lacking control over my body, but this time, it’s in a good way. The best way.

“You are a bear.” Aimee’s hand is running up the back of my neck, her fingertips flicking the back of my skull. “And I love it.”

Aimee raises her head in a laugh, but I’m already covering her mouth with mine. The kiss starts soft, but then grows heated and hungry. My hips drive into her and she hooks a leg around mine to gain traction and drive right back.

“You left the door open,” I tease, nuzzling her with my nose. “You waiting for someone?” Aimee’s fingers trail the band of my jeans. My dick jolts towards them, straining and aching to fill her.

“Oh, just some guy ,” she sighs as she pulls down my zipper. She only has to start the job, my straining cock does the rest. “Maybe you’ve seen him. Handsome face, kinda trollish.”

“Oh yeah? Who’s this guy ?” I shuck my jeans and my briefs down my legs and when Aimee takes me in her hand, my abs clench.

“You know, just someone who loves me.” I lean in closer, brushing my stubbled cheek against her neck as I root against the hand curled around my groin. I catch the faint scent of honeyed shampoo and the feel of skin softened by hot water.

“Say his name, Aimee,” I command.

“Finn,” she breathes as my hands reach between her thighs and tease her.

“Goddamn.” A thrill prickles down my back. “Say it again.” I find where she’s swollen and desperate. My fingers are instantly coated in her arousal and I drag it around her entrance.

“Finn…” The word skitters into my ear, her heated breath circling the air between us. I drag my lips across her jaw and press them back to her mouth.

“Today,” she pants out and takes a ragged breath, letting me know that my pressure and pace between her thighs is just right. She tips her chin, releases a soft moan, and I plant kisses down her neck. “Thank you for coming for me.”

“I’m always going to be there for you, Aimee. At all your finish lines.” My lips linger on her skin. If she’s spent her whole life not feeling wanted, it’s my new purpose to make up for it. To love her so hard that she forgets ever feeling anything else. “You’ll always be able to see me. I’ll be cheering the loudest and waving one of those fucking cheesy handmade signs.”

“Oh yeah?” She begins to stroke me and it’s lighting fire to all my nerves. “What will it say?”

“My girl always finishes.” Aimee’s laugh bubbles against my torso and I realize that it’s the first time I’ve felt one of her laughs. It shakes my chest until her joy is imprinted on me, vibrant, bright, thrilling. She’s so fucking contagious. The thought of being part of her happiness, sharing in it for the rest of my life knocks me unsteady.

“You really want to thank me, darling?” I plant a quick kiss on her chin as I pull my hand out from between her legs. I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and take in the warmth of her brown irises.

“Feel free to get on your knees,” I whisper. “And show me how thankful you are.” I grab a handful of ass and squeeze.

Aimee licks her full lips. “Yes, Daddy ,” she breathes. There’s something downright sinful in her eyes as she lowers herself down the wall. Her hands cascade down my thighs as her head dips below my waist. Desperate to see everything, I tug my shirt up my abdomen and watch as she bobs my tip against her slightly parted lips. It doesn’t feel like I’m breathing, and yet, I hear it. The sound of my breath dragging in through clenched teeth and a tight jaw.

She takes me in. I tuck a piece of her hair off her face so I can watch myself disappear into her mouth. She sucks and her cheeks hollow and her eyes flutter up to mine for approval.

“Good job, baby.” I coo at her, resisting the urge to thrust deeper. Her cheeks round as she smiles around my cock. All the while, her head is bobbing, her lips sliding up and down my erection, and she begins to hum.

Fucking Christ.

My head tips back as I’m overtaken by a current of desire. I quickly pull back, to stop the wave inside me from crashing beyond the point of no return.

“Goddamn, Aimee,” I swipe my thumb across her mouth, wiping off remnants of her saliva and trying to ignore the way I’m aching for release. “You're so fucking good at that.”

I guide her back up the wall.I shuck my pants all the way off, pull my shirt over my head, and squeeze her in a hug that lifts her from the floor. She gives an excited cry as I carry her out of the room and guide her down onto the mattress.

For a moment, I just take her in. Her flushed body against the white sheets of the bed. Her hair spilling across the mattress, her legs rubbing eagerly together. I sink into the moment with every bit of my consciousness. I can’t remember the last time I allowed myself to feel this happy, so freely. And, for the first time in nine years, I’m not worried that it’s a trick. Because little by little, Aimee showed me that life can be good. And for the first time in nine years, I believe that’s true.

“You just gonna stare at me, Daddy ?” Aimee’s seductive taunt wrestles me back to the present. The way she breathes out the word Daddy , urgent and needy shoots hot prickles straight to my groin. I want to be everything to her. But right now, I fucking want to be her Daddy.

“Or are you going to touch me?” She runs a pointed foot playfully up the inside of my leg as she works her bottom lip.

“You want me to be your Daddy?” I grab her ankle, my large hand cuffing her. I set her foot on my shoulder, reach down, and draw her hips to the edge of the bed. “I’ll be your Daddy, baby.” I kiss her ankle bone and slide my lips down her leg.

“Tell me, Aimee. Who made your pussy wet?”

“You did, Daddy.”

“That’s right. And it’s mine. And you’re going to ask Daddy nicely if you want him to fuck you. Tell your Daddy please.”

I tease her legs apart to accommodate me. I grip her thighs and tilt my pelvis, as I rock my cock back and forth over her pussy. Her body lifts at my attention as her back arches and she lets out a raspy mewl.

“ Please ,” she whimpers. “Fuck me.”

“That’s good, baby,” I praise her. I grip her waist with both hands as I line myself up with her. She’s so wet that I keep slipping. “Next, you’re going to lay back and take my cock like a good little girl.” I use my hand now, to press myself across her entrance and drink in the way my head parts her folds.

Aimee nods solemnly, but the fire in her eyes and the way she’s furiously working her lip tells me to hurry the fuck up.

“And if you like Daddy’s cock, what are you going to say, baby?” I can’t play games anymore. I need to be inside her. I give in. I press into her, slowly at first, enjoying the way her chin tips and the airy gasp that escapes from her throat. When I ease in further, my body shudders with a bolt of pleasure. It’s everything I can do to keep my eyes on her and not rolling back into my head. But seeing the way the hollow at the base of her throat deepens and her eyes hood, it’s fucking worth the effort.

“What are you supposed to say, baby?” I grit out the words as I rock my full weight against her body. I lift both her legs so I can enjoy how the back of her thighs slam into my torso with each thrust.

“Oooh, Daddy,” she moans, teasing her nipples as her chest rises from the mattress. “You feel so good. I want to come on your cock. And then I want you to keep fucking me with it. That’s what your baby likes.” She shifts beneath me, bringing a knee to her chest to take more.

Goddamn. This girl has a filthy mouth. And I fucking love it.

“Oh, your daddy has plans for you,” I assure her as I bury myself deeper, all the way this time. I swell and jostle with rapture as she clenches around me. The evidence of her own ecstasy passes between her lips in quiet but urgent whimpers.

She’s waiting for me to match her filthy talk. But in this moment, as our bodies become one, I struggle to find those words. Instead, my head is full of other words.

“You’re beautiful.” I drop her legs, ease onto her body, and press my lips to hers. “And you’re mine, darling. If you ever doubt being wanted, I’ll never hesitate to show you,” I purr into her ear. I take her hands and twine our fingers together against the bed as we rock slowly together. I’m afraid I might start tearing up, so I dig around for something dirty to say. “Now, tell me how badly you want to be my good girl.”

“I want to be your good girl,” she pants. “And your bad girl. I just want to be yours,” she whispers as her body relaxes beneath me. She looks meditative, like she’s trying to enjoy this moment with every nerve ending in her body.

“Fuck,” she moans softly. And for a while, that’s the only word I hear. Aimee quietly rasping the word fuck over and over as our bodies slide into each other.

“You don’t have to be quiet,” I murmur. “Not this time.”

“I do,” she hushes. Her fingers are sliding up and down my back as our bodies crash into each other. With each impact, her tits bounce beautifully beneath me. “Because this feels too perfect. And if this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up, bear.” My soul aches at how closely her sentiments match mine. And the joy pounding in my ribcage threatens to burst from my chest.

“Baby, this is real,” I assure her. I assure myself, too. For the longest time, I’ve only felt this kind of love in dreams. In old, fading memories. But now it’s so real I can touch it. In fact, I’m gripping it with both hands. “So real,” I repeat. Our bodies sway together in a tangle of bliss and then, for a moment, words elude us. Our eyes link and we lose ourselves in the raw intimacy between our bare bodies.

There’s the sound of Aimee, gasping and moaning. The sound of our bodies colliding. The sound of my pulse beating wildly in my ears. The sound of the bed squeaking beneath us. The sound of two people communicating without words.

I ease the pace, and we fall into a slow-burning fire. Her legs hook around my hips, allowing me to enter her deeper.

As I’m loving her. I love her completely. For the first time, I love her without fear. Without walls.

Our bodies move in a tranquil simmer now, as we savor each other. Aimee’s palms are splayed against my back, like she’s never going to let go. I don’t want her to.

“When I met you,” she pants. “I was so lost.”

I lower my head to plant a kiss on her shoulder. “You’re found now, baby. I found you. I got you.” I run my palm across her forehead. She nods as tears fill her eyes. Our locked gazes water. My fingers tangle in her hair as I drink in the beauty beneath me.

In this moment, I can’t believe anyone has ever looked at her and not wanted her for more than a night. Because as bright as she shines at night, in the dark, when the world is full of gathering storms, she dazzles in the full spectrum of the day.

“You gave me everything I ever wanted,” she continues. And fuck. The sincerity of her sweet, soft words threatens to unravel me mid thrust. All the emotion falls heavily on me and I don’t know where to put it all.

Fuck, Finn. Don’t fucking cry. Not when you’re cock deep in someone. It’s ungentlemanly.

“Jesus, Aimee. You know what you did for me?” I blink back the tears as I slip one hand under her head and let my weight rest between her legs. “I walked around broken for years,” I whisper, my throat growing tight, my voice threatening to crack. “And when you saw I was broken, you didn’t leave. You held me. Held me together. You kept me safe.”

“You weren’t broken,” she protests softly. Her hair is draped over her pillow. “You were just a little cracked. And I was looking for a place. A place where I could belong. And I found that crack in your heart. And I fit perfectly there.” She presses her palm against my chest, over my heart.

“Yes, you do,” I whisper back.

We fall into long, drawn out kisses. And when our bodies soar free from the intensity of the moment, we begin to rock back into each other. A thousand unspoken words pass between us. Promises. Wishes. Hopes. Assurances.

Aimee’s back arches again and I slide a hand to cradle the small of her back. The twining of our bodies drives me feral. I bite my lip to tamp down on the pleasure surging in my veins. But then Aimee’s coming hard beneath me, moaning and bucking as her thighs quiver and her body tenses.

Then, I let go. As I groan with pleasure and run my lips across her skin, something inside me heals just a little bit more.