Page 105 of When The Rain Falls

Finn

Nah, enjoy girls’ night. I can share you. For one night. I think. Just text me before bed and flash me through the window.

Aimee

Have you been a good boy?

Finn

Never.

Aimee

Can I come over tomorrow night?

Finn

Ma’s making me host family dinner. I can never get the assholes to leave at a decent hour.

Aimee

She’s making you?

Finn

If you knew my mom, you’d understand.

Aimee

Ok, then…afternoon quickie?

Finn

I don’t plan on being quick with you.

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FINN

The,otherwise organized, stack of mail flutters like confetti to the floor as I sweep an arm across the kitchen counter and hoist Aimee up.

“This will have to do,” I tell her, between full, urgent kisses. “There’s no way I’m making it all the way to my bed before I undress you.” I left work early to meet her here. And we were on our way upstairs, butfuck it.

“Now, let’s get these clothes off you.” I growl as I dig frantically into her jeans, pulling out her tucked shirt.

She wears far too much clothing lately. What happened to the days when she was prancing around braless and in mini shorts? Another reason to hate autumn. Right up there with fucking pumpkin spice everything and scarecrows.

“I don’t know.” Aimee grins wickedly, pulling away to admire my face. She runs her fingers along my hairline. I flick my thumb under her bra, where her skin is the smoothest. There are flames in her eyes, dancing wildly. Little souls in hell begging to be released. “I think I should make you work for it. I think I’ve beenfartoo easy on you lately.” She nips along my jawline and my dick all but does a fucking flip in my pants.

I want her. Now. Desperately. But her wish is my fucking command.

“Alright, baby,” I say, bringing the boiling heat of my desire down to a restless simmer. “You want me to work for it?” My eyes are trained on hers as I throw my shirt over my head and toss it onto a barstool. “I can work for it. In fact, you’re going tolovethe way I work for it. Lay the fuck down,” I murmur in her ear. “And watch me work for it while your leg is over my shoulder.”

Aimee’s lips find mine. She smiles through the kiss as her nose wrinkles in pleasure. “Good boy,” she praises. God, I love her—I meanthis. I lovethis.

Lately, instead of counting my breaths, I’m counting my fucking blessings. Some might say Igot luckythe other night. But the truth is, I’ve been a lucky man since the day I met Aimee. She’s what I needed all this time. Someone patient and kind and reassuring. Someone full of contagious joy. When she walked into my life, she didn’t just light up the room, she lit up my soul.

Apparently, someone who runs into a rainstorm to dance has no hesitation about running into a rainstorm to save a life. It feels like she did that for me. Because my life has resembled a rainstorm for so long. And, time and time again, she just keeps running back into it.

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