Page 61 of Falling for Finn

“Happy to have dodged a bullet.” He shakes his head. “Wanna get out of here?”

“Absolutely,” I tell him, and we quickly make our way to the truck. The excitement of staying an extra week is overwhelming, but I’m excited about it.

“I need to change my flight before I forget.”

When he pulls out of the parking lot, I call the airline and reschedule.

“Alright, it’s official. You have a roommate for another week.”

He grins. “Good, I’m glad you’re not going anywhere yet.”

“Weren’t ready for me to leave?” I arch a brow.

“Honestly? No.”

My stomach flutters with butterflies at his words.

He turns onto one of the gravel roads that leads to another part of the orchard, one I haven’t visited yet.

When he parks, we get out of the truck.

“Where are we?” I look at the trees planted in a line and take in the fresh autumn air.

“You’ll see.” Finn grabs a large blanket from behind the seat and then leads me through the trees. Sunlight streams through the branches, and he reaches out and grabs my hand.

Leaves crunch as we walk, and when we come to a clearing, he fans out the blanket. Once he sits and pats the empty spot next to him, I kneel beside him.

“What are we doing here?”

“Enjoying the quiet.”

I chuckle. “It is eerily quiet out here.”

Lying back, I watch the clouds pass by, and Finn does the same.

“When I was a kid, I used to ride my bike out here,” he breaks the silence.

“Alone?” I look at him and his gaze is already on mine.

Our mouths are inches apart, and I can smell the spicy scent of his bodywash drifting through the air.

“Yeah. But sometimes Sebastian and Jessa would come too. We were inseparable as kids. Growing up on the farm meant there was always an adventure.”

“I can imagine. You’re lucky to have had this.”

We stare at each other for a moment, but then he leans in and cups my cheek before his mouth collides with mine.

He kisses me passionately, slow and sensual, a tenderness I’m not used to from him.

I fist his shirt as his free hand slides up mine. My nipples are hard, and when he pinches one with his fingers, a jolt of electricity shoots through me.

We’re breathless as we greedily devour each other’s mouths. I straighten up and push Finn down on his back and straddle him. He’s so hard, it creates friction between my legs as I rock against him.

Not waiting, I unzip his jeans, and his cock springs out of his boxers. I pull them down below his ass, ready to take what we both need. However, I want a taste of him first. I pump him a few times, loving how his hips buck with each stroke. His deep moans echo through the trees when I take him in my warm mouth.

“Fuck, Oakley,” Finn growls, and I love how much control I have over him at this moment. He’s putty in my hands as I suck and lick his balls, then trace the large vein that leads up to his crown.

“I need you so fucking bad.”

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