Page 42 of Always Him

“I won’t survive.”

“You’ll be fine,” Finn says, bringing me a plate of toast and eggs.

He joins me and we eat in silence, my ankle wrapped around his, and when we’re done, we stride out the door, my eyes on Finn in those sweatpants.

Hmm, they look good on him. I eye my own torn jeans and sweatshirt and realize Finn looks like fucking sin in pajamas while I look kind of like…. Well, not like that.

I reach out and grab onto his ass and Finn turns to look at me.

“Hands to yourself,” he says and I lean up and smack a kiss to his lips.

“You just look sexy in those,” I say and pull my hand away, tucking it around his arm.

“You’re delusional,” he mutters as he leads me down to the car.

“You’ve opened my eyes, Finn. I can see clearly now.”

“Stop fucking joking,” he scolds as he slides into his car.

I buckle myself into the passenger seat and turn to look at him.

“I’m not joking. That was amazing. Why haven’t we done that before?”

His hands flex on the steering wheel and he peeks over at me. “Because that’s not what we do.”

“Well, it’s what we should do,” I say, my lips turning down in a frown. “Unless you don’t want to.”

He backs out from the spot and then moves onto the street, not answering me. Oh shit. Is he trying not to hurt my feelings?

I fiddle with the zipper on my sweatshirt and watch him. His jaw is clenched, the muscle there moving back and forth as he grinds his teeth.

My hand reaches out and I stroke my hand across it and his eyes flash to mine.

“I won’t pressure you about it,” I say and let my finger trail down to his shoulder, massaging the stiff muscles there.

Finn nods and then fiddles with the radio, turning up the volume and drowning the silence with new beats.

I let my hand settle between us and I turn to look out the window as we drive toward downtown.

The entire time my mind conjures up images of Finn over me, his hands on me, stroking me, choking me.

God.

I shift in my seat and adjust my hardening dick.

Of course Finn sees it. His eyes snap to my crotch because he sees everything when it comes to me.

“Just having a situation,” I reply, waving my hand around awkwardly. “Don’t mind me.”

His eyes move back to the road and then minutes later he’s parallel parking on the street. Always so capable. I have never been able to do this. But for Finn, it seems effortless.

He shuts off the car and steps outside and I follow, tucking my hard dick beneath the waistband of my jeans.

It has all sorts of ideas despite the fact that Finn doesn’t seem all that thrilled to go along for the ride. Maybe that was a one-off. Maybe he didn’t like it. Maybe it was an experiment and he found me lacking.

Shit.

Finn is oblivious to the turn my thoughts have taken, slipping a hand around my waist as we walk across the street and enter the coffee shop.

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