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“Why the fuck is it so bright in here?” I grumble, throwing my arm over my face.
I’ve never been a morning person, but I’ve gotten used to getting up before the sun since I started working at the sheriff’s department. But being awake at the crack of dawn after drinking enough tequila to last a lifetime isn’t my favorite. It’s one reason I try not to drink unless I have a longer shift on Fridays. This way I can recover from my hangover in peace and sleep the day away.
I try to roll over and bury my nose in my pillow, hoping to fall back to sleep, when memories of last night filter through my mind. The way Finn made my body sing for him in a way no one else has before.
He lived up to his promise and then some, giving me pleasure beyond my wildest imagination, repeatedly, until we both passed out from exhaustion. Too bad it was only meant to be a onetime thing. I wouldn’t have minded one more round before heading to work.
“No sense crying over spilled milk,” I mumble to myself before throwing off the covers and climbing out of bed before heading directly for the bathroom.
I brace my arms on either side of the sink, and my eyes widen in surprise at the slightly purple marks covering my skin. Lifting my arms overhead to pull my hair up, I feel the pull of the muscles in my back, reminding me how he made me arch in pleasure.
“Fuck.” I groan, my head shifting from side to side, taking in the marks covering my skin.
It’s as if he wanted to mark me, needing to show everyone I encounter that I belong to him, just like a caveman. Usually, that type of behavior is a complete turnoff for me, but instead of being disgusted, I’m turned on. These marks might come in handy if I run into Campbell at some point.
“This was a mistake. It never should’ve happened the first time, let alone a second time. I need to forget about last night and move on.”
This situation is nothing new to me. I go out on the weekend to blow off some steam and have some fun. Nothing more, nothing less. It’s sex. One night of fun and then things go back to normal. But this time was different. Finn is different. I’m not expecting him to profess his undying love to me—hell, we barely know each other. We spent two amazing nights together, and now I can’t seem to get him out of my system. He’s the only thing I can think about most days and the last thing I think about before I go to bed. Hell, I don’t want to admit it, but I was glad when I saw him at Tallywackers last night. I knew that he’d never mention anything about Campbell and treat me the same as always, like I was the center of his universe.
I turn around to head back out of the bathroom and notice a note taped to the doorframe.
Your clothes are hanging on the back of the door for you.
I’ll have breakfast waiting when you come down.
-Finn
He has no intention of making this easy for me, does he? I had planned on getting out of here as quickly as possible and heading directly to the station. The last thing I want to do is have an awkward morning-after conversation, and I certainly don’t want to have that conversation with Finn.
But it’s nice to have someone care for me like this. I’ve always been made to feel like I was second best. First by my mother and then with what happened with Campbell. I was beginning to feel like I didn’t deserve to be someone’s everything. I know my parents love me, and I think Campbell loved me at one point, but that never stopped me from feeling like I wasn’t good enough, even if it wasn’t intentional on their part. I shake my head, not wanting my mind to wander too far from reality. The situation is simple. Just because we slept together doesn’t automatically mean we’re going to be together forever.
I reach behind the door and grab my clothes, pulling them on quickly before scurrying past his discarded clothes and heading down the long hallway to the front of his apartment. Although he failed to give me the tour last night, I found Finn rather quickly, sitting at the kitchen table while drinking a cup of coffee.
His eyes flick toward mine, and a bright smile spreads across his face. “Breakfast is served.”
“Do you live here?” I question, taking in the small kitchen and dining room.
Nothing is really decorated, making it the perfect bachelor pad for Finn to bring someone for some privacy after a long night at the bar. Jealousy shoots through my veins at the thought of Finn spending time with anyone else, but that’s fucking ridiculous. This is only meant to be one night. Who he spends his time with has nothing to do with me.
“No. I’m still trying to figure out what’s going on with my dad, so most of my stuff is still in Texas. This is a small apartment above the bar that I crash in sometimes after a long night.”
That’s right. Finn isn’t staying. He’s only temporarily in Magnolia until his father is moving around easier, and then he’ll be on his way back to his real life and forget all about me. I need to remember that because if I’m not careful, I could lose my heart a second time, and this time, I’m not sure I’ll recover.
Finn pushes back from the table and stands to his full height, giving me the perfect opportunity to take in the sight in front of me. A pair of gray sweatpants hang at his waist, showing off his abs. I lick my lips at the sight of the deep V disappearing into his pants, wanting nothing more than to step over and nibble my way down his body before taking his cock into my mouth for a second time.
“Please, have a seat,” he says, motioning with his hand toward the chair a few inches in front of me as we lock eyes.
Get a fucking grip, Marissa!I had an itch, and I scratched it with Finn a few times, but just because he’s giving me some attention doesn’t mean I’m falling in love with him. Falling in love is for losers. The last time I let someone into my heart, it ended badly. The last thing I want is to allow that to happen again, especially with someone who grew up in Magnolia. I’m not addicted to how he makes me feel after spending just one night with him. After mind-blowing sex, it’s only natural.
Keep telling yourself that.
Shaking the unwanted thought out of my mind, I stride toward the table, trying desperately to figure out how to get my damn libido under control. I just need to make an excuse to grab one of those delicious muffins in the center of the table and get to work. Then I can try to figure out what the hell is going on with me. Those are the priorities.
I grab the back of the chair, attempting to pull it out, but Finn has other plans. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulls me toward him, spinning me around in the process and crushing his lips to mine. His cock grinds into my belly as I slide my hands over his shoulders and into his hair.
“Finn,” I moan as he devours my mouth, nibbling and sucking on my bottom lip until they open for him, giving in to our desire. I get lost in the sensation of his lips and hands touching me as he lifts my leg, wrapping it around his waist and thrusting his cock against me.
“I really need to…” My voice trails off as we break apart with a gasp.
