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Thank God!
I pound into her harder and faster. She digs her fingers into my ass, meeting me with every thrust. I grasp a breast, giving it a squeeze as my tongue flicks over her nipple. Then I travel between our joined bodies, pressing my thumb over her clit.
“Oh God!” she cries. Her hands skim over her breasts, along her stomach to meet my hands, joining in helping me with what she needs.
Holy fuck!That’s sexy. Her eyes squeeze shut. Her body trembles. The pressure is building. I press firmer on her clit. Crying out, her hips lift under me as an orgasm rips through her. I plunge faster, deeper, without finesse. Just wanting to reach the end goal. I don’t have to wait long. Tossing my head back, my mouth drops open as an orgasm explodes through me as I spill myself into Harper.
I fall onto my elbows and drop my head onto her shoulder. Once the trembling and twitching subsides, I roll onto my side, pulling Harper along with me. It feels so natural having her in my arms. Like we’ve never spent time apart. Except, we have. For a moment I’d forgotten why. By the satisfied smile on Harper’s face, I’d say she’d forgotten too.
Isn’t that exactly what we wanted?
Chapter Twenty
HARPER
Finn’sbodystiffensnextto me. I feel the last tendril of desire and warmth slither away. Sex in the trailer had been more urgent, like our bodies were starved for each other. This time, it felt more like healing. Our joining something deeper and more personal. Maybe I was the only one who felt that way. With Finn lying as stiff as a log next to me, it’s obvious that’s not the case for him. He pulls away from me and swings his legs over the side of the sofa. I wiggle my skirt down, pick up my shirt from the floor, not worrying about the bra and panties, and hastily button it up. Finn sits with his elbows on his knees, staring at the floor.
“Are you regretting what we did?” I ask with dread. It will slice through me if things between us haven’t changed. If he once again looks at me with hatred in his eyes.
Rising from the sofa, he plucks his boxer briefs from the floor and tugs them on. Next, he slides his legs into his pants. With a long, hard stare, he says, “No. I don’t regret what we did.” He links his fingers and puts his hands behind his head. “What I am is fucking confused. I’ve spent the last nine years hating what you did to me. I know now there was more to it, but…” His arms fall to his sides. “It’s going to take time to get my head around it. If you want something more…” He waves a hand between us. “…to pick up where we left off—”
“No,” I say, stopping him. I drop my head and stare at my hands sitting in my lap. Even though I want to be with him, never stopped loving him, too much has happened. We’ve made a breakthrough in our relationship tonight, yet I can’t ask for more. “I don’t expect us to continue like nothing has happened. That things will be the same.” I lift my head and stare at him with pleading eyes. “I do hope that we can be friends.” As hard as that will be to have him so close and yet not have him in all the ways I want…well, it’s better than not having him in my life at all. “Canwe be friends?”
Finn blows out a long breath. “Yeah, we can be friends.” He reaches out his hand for me to take. I rise and grab hold, thinking he wants to shake on it, but he pulls me into a hug. The strength of his arms around me almost has me in tears. For what we lost. For what I’ll never have again. For a future that isn’t how I imagined.
The hug goes a little longer than a friendship hug should probably last, and his hands slide close to my ass. I clear my throat and say, “Arrh… Do friends hug like this?”
Finn pulls back but doesn’t let me go. “I don’t know. I’ve never had a friend who’s a woman before.”
“Never?” I chuckle with surprise.
He grins. Oh, that smile melts my bones. “You’re my first.”
“I seem to remember I was your first for a lot of things.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?” I know he’s pretending to not remember. He knows damn well what our firsts were.
I pull an arm free to tap a finger to my chin. “Hmmm. Let’s see. I was the first girl you sat next to in kindergarten. The first girl you let play dodge ball with you.”
When I pause and don’t continue, he quirks an eyebrow. “Is that all?”
I shake my head. Of course, he’s going to make me spell it all out. “The first girl andonlygirl you picked up to show off your new car to.”
“The car was a guaranteed way to get into your pants.” He grins.
I choke on a laugh. “Well, that brings us to the first girl you kissed.” I tap a finger on my chest. “Me. And I was the first girl you had sex with.” But I won’t be the last. A tight, fist-sized knot forms in my chest.
“Ahh, sex in my new Porsche was outstanding.” He chuckles.
“Not exactly how I remember it. The backseat was cramped. I had a seatbelt buckle digging into my butt, and we nearly got caught by the police. Not how I plannedmyfirst time.” I try frowning my displeasure at remembering the past, but I can’t hold back a smile.
“If I remember correctly, I offered to take you to a hotel. You were so scared that someone would spot us and call your parents.”
God, I miss this—being in his arms, exchanging playful banter. “We did have some fun.”
“Yeah, we did.” We stand holding each other, not rushing to let go. I’d give anything to have that time back.
Finally, Finn pulls away, breaking the moment. Picking up his shirt from the floor, he shrugs into it. As he puts himself together, I find my panties and shimmy them on. I don’t bother about the bra; I tuck it into the pocket of my skirt.
