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“That’s exactly what I plan to do.”
He hit the gas, and I jolted forward a bit. “Buckle up, Miney. You’re in for a good time.”
My head fell back in laughter because I was already having a good time.
These last few weeks had been the best I’d had in a long time.
And I couldn’t wait to see what would happen once we got home.
nineteen
Finn
We wereall over one another the minute we’d hurried into the house. I had her dress off of her and had dropped it somewhere on the floor leading to my bedroom. She shoved my shirt up and over my head, and I picked her up, her lean legs wrapping around my waist as I started running to the bedroom.
Laughter filled the air around us as her head fell back, and I continued to haul ass to get her to my room. I couldn’t get there fast enough.
Had I ever wanted a woman more?
Never. Nothing close to this.
I tossed her onto the bed, her light brown hair falling all around her. She smiled up at me, her perfect tits covered in pink lace, matching the thong I was dying to peel off her.
“You really want me, don’t you, Finn Reynolds?”
I kicked off my shoes and pushed my jeans down my legs, tugging my boxer briefs down along with them. I kicked my clothing out of the way and turned to face her. My dick had never been more eager, and it was about time she understood how badly I wanted her.
“What do you think?”
“Wow.” Her tongue moved back and forth across her bottom lip, making me even harder. I wanted to taste her, have her lips around my cock again, but right now, I needed to be inside her.
To feel her tighten around me.
To hear her cry out my name when I took her over the edge.
“You sure you want this, Reese? This is your last chance to back out because once we start, I won’t be able to hold back.”
“I’m not backing out. You’re going to show me what I’ve been missing and teach me some skills for my future husband.” She waggled her brows.
What the fuck?
I didn’t want to talk about Carl fucking Barley or the fact that if she went back to him, he was going to reap the benefits of what we’d experienced together.
I leaned down, hovering just inches from her mouth. “You’ve been making all the rules, but I have some of my own.”
Her eyes widened, her chest rising and falling fast now. “Okay. Let’s hear them.”
“When we’re in this bedroom together, or anywhere that our clothes are off, I don’t want to hear a fucking word about your future husband. You won’t talk about another man when I’m inside you, and you sure as shit won’t be thinking about him.”
She nodded slowly, looking stunned by my outburst. But a man had his limits. Yeah, I’d agreed to this fucked-up plan, but I was still shooting for a different outcome. So, hearing the mention of another dude did not sit well with me.
She looked puzzled, so I gave the briefest explanation without showing my cards. “When we aren’t fucking, you can talk about your plan to win him back if that’s what you want, and I’ll do what you need me to do. But not when we’re like this.”
“That’s fair. I’m sorry.” Her words were labored and laced with desire.
“Don’t apologize, Reese. Just don’t let it happen again.” There was no tease in my voice, and she pushed her hips up to press against my erection.
So fucking eager.
