Page 63 of Falling for Finn

FINN

DAY 12

Wakingup with Oakley in my arms is something I’m getting too comfortable doing. I have to constantly remind myself it’s only temporary. It’s a fling, an itch to scratch, someone I most definitely cannot fall in love with.

But that doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy her while I can.

We made plans to go into town today so she can take pictures and get an idea for the mayor’s painting. But when she climbs on top of me naked, I no longer have the desire to rush us out the door.

“If you don’t stop being so fucking perfect, I’m gonna put my baby inside you.” I palm her tits as she grinds against me.

“Does an old man like you still have good swimmers?” she taunts, her messy hair flying everywhere.

I lower my hand to her backside and give her ass a hard smack. “Keep doubting me, and I’ll prove it, you little temptress.”

Wrapping an arm around her waist, I quickly flip us over until I’m on top. Then I slide back inside her wet pussy and thrust hard.

“Sounds like you wanna keep me?” she teases, crossing her ankles behind my back as I drive in deeper.

“I think your smart-ass attitude would put me in a nursing home or an early grave. Not sure I wanna risk it.”

She moans as I pinch her nipple, something I’ve learned she loves. The rougher, the better, but she also likes it when I’m sweet and gentle.

“Well, as soon as I’m gone, you can always go back to your hand.”

I slide out and kneel between her thighs, my eyes narrowing on her. “Turn over, Oakley. You’re gonna pay for that one.”

She licks her lips, knowing damn well what she’s doing. Seductively, she sticks out her ass and shakes it in my face. I give both ass cheeks hard slaps, watching as her pale skin turns red. With each smack, Oakley moans and begs for more.

I fist her hair and pull her head back slightly before crashing my mouth to hers. “We’re about to break our record, Sunshine. You better hang on.”

As I fuck her sweet cunt, driving her to the edge over and over, I realize she’s crawled so far under my skin that I can’t imagine being with anyone else.

And how once she’s gone, there’s going to be a bigger hole in my heart. Something I’m not ready to admit.

We spend the next hour tangled in bed, and by the time we crawl out, I’m covered in sweat. We’re on a time crunch, so we shower together, but it leads to more fucking, and we end up running late anyway.

Since everyone already thinks we’re dating, being close isn’t a hardship. Not like it ever was. It’s undeniable how perfectly she’d fit into this small-town lifestyle, but I keep those thoughtstucked deep inside. I’d never want to be the one to hold her back. There aren’t too many commission jobs for her to pursue, and I understand how important her career is. California has a variety of opportunities for artists, and Vermont can’t compete.

Not to mention, we’re at two different places in our lives. I was ready to settle down, get married and start a family, and spend the rest of my life with one woman.

Oakley’s only twenty-three and has her entire life ahead of her. As far as I know, she’s not looking for some old guy to slow her down. The more I think about it, the more I realize that this being temporary is for the best. It gives us time to have some fun, then move on with our lives.

Butif she wanted the same, I’d take back mynever getting marriedmantra for her.

I park my truck in front of the diner and open Oakley’s door. She grabs her sketch pad as she gets out, and we hold hands while strolling down the sidewalk. Since we skipped breakfast, we eat before walking around.

“Well, if it isn’t the newest couple in Maplewood Falls,” Greta singsongs as she hands us menus. “You two are adorable.”

“Thanks,” I say, flipping through the pages.

Everyone saw us at the centennial celebration, and Grandma announced it during the painting reveal, so there’s no point denying it. Once Oakley’s gone and the dust settles, they’ll figure we broke up and will move on to some other gossip.

We place our order, and while we wait, she flips open to a blank page in her book. She moves the pencil from one side to another, and I admire her focus. Watching her work is mesmerizing because she makes it look easy.

“Here you go.” Greta quickly returns with our drinks. “Food should be ready soon.”

“Downtown during fall looks like it fell straight out of a Hallmark movie,” Oakley tells me. She said the same thing whenshe first saw the inn, and I give her a look. “I know, I know. Every tourist says that.”

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