“Fuck.” He rolled his head back. “You’re a vixen, Miss Morrison.”
With a wicked grin, she pushed his hands down from her hips and slipped them under her dress. She covered one of his hands with hers and pushed it from the outside of her thigh to between her legs, rocking her hips so her bare pussy dragged along his palm.
Finn hissed. “Fuck. This is a bad, bad idea.” He turned his head to make sure they were still alone.
She widened her eyes and fluttered her eyelashes. “Be bad with me, Finny.” She licked her bright red lips and quirked her eyebrow, taunting him. She had him and she knew it. He’d give her the world if it was his to give.
He squeezed her pussy and she ground her smooth skin against the heel of his hand.
“I’ll be quiet.”
He snorted. “You don’t know the meaning of the word.”
She turned around, leaned forward, jerked her skirt up to reveal her perfect ass, and planted her hands on the table littered with old paint tins.
His dick throbbed against his pants. Torn by indecision, and driven by the unrelenting need to be inside her, he checked over his shoulder one last time before freeing his cock from his pants and gliding the head through her wetness.
What was life without a little thrill, right?
She moaned and shuffled her feet further apart as he sank into her and clasped his hands over her hips.
“Stay quiet.” He growled. “And it’s gotta be quick.”
She grinned at him over her shoulder. “Are you gonna keep talking about fucking me, or are you gonna get to it and fuck me?” Slipping a hand between her legs, she leaned forward as she played with her clit, rocking back against him.
“Did you guys find the Solo cups?”
Finn froze at the sound of Will’s voice and Molly bolted upright with a shriek, tightening around Finn’s bare cock.
“Finn?”
Finn’s whole body seized, he dropped his forehead against the back of Molly’s head. “Yeah.”
“Is there a chance…?” He sucked in a breath. “I…” A popping sound permeated the air like he’d cracked a knuckle. “Finn… are you balls deep in my sister?” Will’s hard voice sent shards of ice into Finn’s back.
Despite Will’s tone, Finn fought a chuckle. Of course he’d be the one to find them. They’d made the decision to tell him later that day so of course the universe conspired to fuck Finn up. Fuck. He was going to die.
“Tell me I’m wrong here, Finn.” The tightness in his voice pushed any trace of humor from Finn’s body. “Tell me I’m not seeing what I think I’m seeing.”
Molly shifted her weight, easing Finn out of her. Finn hissed.
“Will, I can explain.” She turned toward Will, her face instantly paling at whatever she saw. Finn slipped his hand into hers, squeezing. She met his gaze. “He’s gone.”
The door slammed. Tears trickled down her alabaster cheeks and her lip trembled. Finn tucked his dick away and zipped up his pants. Clasping her hand, he brought it to his lips and kissed it. “Whatever happens, I’m here.”
She nodded, pulled her hand from his, and took off into the house at speed. “Will! Will, wait.”
Finn followed close behind her. If Will was going to lash out at anyone, it needed to be Finn. Will stood in the kitchen, hand clasped around a Solo cup, gripping it so hard it wrinkled in the middle.
“Sweetheart, did you find the—?” Mom gasped and dropped the fork she was holding when her eyes found Molly. “What happened?”
Bodies stilled around the room. Finn didn’t dare look behind him to see who else was watching, but they definitely weren’t alone. Sweat beaded across his forehead and prickled on the back of his neck.
Molly shook her head at her mom, reaching for Will’s arm.
“Don’t.” He yanked away from her grasp.
“W-Will… p-p-please.” Heavy tears dripped from her chin, and Finn’s chest caved, he ached to take her in his arms and hold her till they stopped.
