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Then she was rising, climbing, her climax building.
He released her wrists, gripped both sides of her face, driving his fingers into her hair as he took her mouth hard and slammed into her even harder.
With a fevered pace, he drove the air from her lungs with each thrust, then he gave it back to her. Until finally she was right there.
Right. There.
She struggled to keep her mouth on his when an orgasm ripped through her like a whirlwind from her head to the tips of her toes. She knew he felt it because he groaned into her mouth, even though he didn’t let up. He continued to pound her relentlessly. Not slowing down even for a second. He was on a mission to follow her on this journey.
She cried out in surprise as another orgasm came out of nowhere, causing her toes to curl, forcing her to rip free from his mouth in an effort to catch her breath.
He held her head in place and stared down at her with a look in his eyes she didn’t recognize or understand. But she didn’t have time to analyze it because a second later he drove deep once more and, with a guttural grunt, let go.
Chapter Twenty-One
Mel stood near the bar and even though she faced the stage, she didn’t see Chyna, or even the customers on the floor all intently watching the dancer. Instead, she was reliving what happened last night after sex.
After cleaning up and climbing back into bed, she had turned her head and studied Finn’s profile for a few steady heartbeats before saying, “Stay.”
With his arms folded under his head on the next pillow, he appeared totally relaxed and didn’t seem to be in any rush to roll out of her bed or house. He turned toward her with both his eyes and expression unreadable. No surprise, no panic, no reaction at all. “All night?”
With what he said earlier that evening, he most likely didn’t linger afterward with any of his conquests.
“Yes… but no pressure. Only if you want to.” She would never beg a man to do something he didn’t want to do. Just like she wouldn’t want to be pressured to do the same.
He licked his very kissable lips while mulling over her words. “Well, it would be more convenient since I’m taking you to work tomorrow morning.”
“Well,” she repeated, “there you go.”
“If I stay, how about not going into the club so early? You can work up a sweat here on another type of pole, instead.”
Even though she laughed, what he proposed sounded like a good plan to her since she could do with a repeat. It was nice to find someone capable in bed. Someone knowledgeable on locating both her G-spot and her clit.
He was a unicorn, that was for sure.
“Just so you know, I’ve never asked anyone to stay.” He wasn’t the only one who didn’t like clingers.
He rolled onto his side and slid his knuckles along her jawline before nestling his fingers in her blonde rat’s nest spread over the pillow. “I’ll take that as a compliment, then. And… Just so you know, I’ve never stayed even when asked.”
No surprise. “Then, if you stay, I’ll take that as a compliment, too.”
He did end up staying and despite not being used to having a man sleeping next to her, she slept better than expected. Better than she had in quite a while, all because of the Deadly Demons.
But the man lying next to her could be the solution to her problems and that possibility had somewhat settled the worry gnawing at her.
This morning she’d made him breakfast and while she showered, he cleaned up the kitchen. Another surprising move.
Yep, a total unicorn.
He didn’t drop her off at the club until right before the girls began to arrive. She did skip dancing on stage this morning since she ended up riding his pole, just as he’d suggested last night.
Unfortunately, their attempt to have sex before feeding her four-legged fur-babies made them impatient. It also didn’t help that they normally slept in bed with her and last night her poor dogs had to suffer by curling up in their plush dog beds, instead.
In revenge, they squeaked their toys in a passive-aggressive fashion through the majority of their morning sex. Worse, she swore they were doing it in time with each thrust and creak of her headboard.
It turned into an obnoxious symphony of sex and squeaky toys.
Eventually it got to the point where Finn had to stop. He closed his eyes and dropped his head, shaking it. “Can... they… not…”
She tried to smother her laugh but it bubbled from her anyway. “Honestly, I’m so used to them doing that, I no longer hear it.”
“Unfortunately, I do.”
“Is it putting you off your game?”
He grimaced. “It’s… distracting…”
“Sorry. They normally sleep in bed with me and only sleep in their own beds when forced to. However, their breaking point is a late breakfast.” She and the dogs had a routine, Finn being there was screwing with it.
