Page 75 of Exile and Embrace

Finn groans, both hands flying to my hips as he rams his cock into my pussy harder.

His cock stiffens as my orgasm crashes through me.

My pussy milks his cock as he comes, his thrusts slowing until we are both spent.

When he pulls out, I take my time pulling my leggings back up, his low growl only turning me on more.

“Aves, if you keep doing that shit, we’re going to spend the rest of our date locked in this tiny ass closet.”

I comb my fingers through my hair, smoothing it down. “And that would be bad because…?”

He laughs and tucks his cock away before pushing open the door and stepping back out into the funhouse.

Thankfully, there is nobody in front of the mountains as we step around them and continue through the funhouse.

Clowns laugh and taunt children while neon spirals dance on the walls. A hall of mirrors has Finn moving closer to me, dipping his head to kiss my shoulder.

“I should have fucked you in here.” His tone is husky as he nips at my pulse.

My cheeks burn bright as we leave the funhouse and head for another ride.

Finn keeps his arm around me, or his hand twined with mine as we move from ride to ride.

Though it is new territory for us, it feels right.

And that’s what scares me the most.

There’s more than just a physical attraction between us. If the last few weeks have shown me anything, it’s that.

Finn is easy to be around. He challenges me and makes me laugh.

There isn’t another person I would come home to at night.

Right now, it’s easy to picture that this is just another date night for us.

We’d be going to our home, knowing that nothing would ever change between us. We’d fall into bed together and talk about the day we finally got married and had kids.

We would plan a future together.

If it weren’t for who Finn’s brother is, that could be our reality.

When Finn smiles down at me as we get on another ride, it sends my mind spiraling.

This is a great night, but that’s all it can ever be, no matter how much I think I’m falling for him.

19

FINN

Ava moves around the kitchen like a little hurricane. She moves pots and pans, pulling a roast out of the oven and setting it on the stovetop to rest.

She glares at me over her shoulder as I pull down a bottle of wine. “I wish that you would have told me about this dinner sooner. They’re going to think that I don’t have my shit together.”

“Well, I was a little distracted.” I take down five wine glasses as well, carrying them and the bottle over to the table. “Between fucking you at the fair the other night and fucking you in the backyard last night, I barely have time to think.”

She scowls at me, but the corner of her mouth twitches. “You’re impossible. It’s not my fault that you can’t seem to keep your damn dick in your pants.”

I laugh and raise an eyebrow. “As I seem to recall, you’re the one who dropped to your knees and pulled my cock out.”

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