Page 42 of When The Rain Falls

"Showing youfilthy," she whispers, bringing her mouth level with my groin. There's nothing but inches of empty, vaporous air between her round lips and my pants. I begin to harden under her gaze. I’m both mortified and extremely enthralled all at the same time. I swear to God this woman is fire. And her heat is starting to singe me around the edges.

“Mmmm,” Aimee hums as she swipes a fleshy, wet tongue across her lips. She reaches a hand between her thighs and I can’t see what she’s doing from this angle, but I can imagine it. Soft fingers entangled in the slick, wet folds of her. And now, I’m rock hard, tenting my joggers, thick and long, right between her eyes. Fuck, I want to gather her hair in my hands.

Aimee’s eyes are focused on mine, hungry and seductive under her thickly coated lashes. Her hands find their way to my knees and they begin to slide up my thigh slowly. I let out a deep exhale as they make their way to the top of my thigh. My cock jerks between us and that simple movement snaps me back to reality.

"Get up." My words are harsh and throaty.

Two rich brown eyes blink slowly at me. The devil in them is jumping now, as her irises flicker with mischief.

"I said get up," I growl, tilting my head to the ceiling to break eye contact.

Aimee doesn't move. And, for some reason, it takes way too long to remember that I, too, have the ability to move. I take a step back. Then another. Soon I'm walking backwards out of Aimee's room. The phone in my pocket rings and I leap into the air in surprise. I pull it out and answer it. Saved by the bell. Or ring.

"Hi, Rebecca." I run my hand through my hair. I turn and step into the hallway.

Aimee

Rebecca?Who's Rebecca? Why haven't I heard anything about her before? I pause near the doorway, just out of eyesight of where Finn is standing in the hall. I hear him chuckle. It's low, and rumbly, and throaty. It's the sexiest chuckle I ever heard.

"Sure. Dinner sounds great," Finn says. Dinner?Oh shit.He has a girlfriend? And I just slid down the wall and was halfway to taking his cock in my mouth.Shit. Shit. Shit.I'm such an idiot. I’m doing it again. Just throwing myself at men without thinking.

"Either one," he says. "Yeah. You pick."

I don't listen to the rest of the conversation. I'm too preoccupied with how disappointed I am that he has a girlfriend. For some reason it hit me like a perfectly aimed punch. Why do I feel so disappointed? I don’t like him. Sure, he’s hot. Sure, he makes my heart beat like a frantic, trapped animal. Sure, it’s hard to walk around him when my wet panties are always bunching up between my legs. But that’s it.

Ugh. But I can’t deny it. The feeling that I'm picking my heart off the ground after it's fallen from a twenty story building and then been stomped on by a herd of elephants. Is this a crush? Crushes are stupid.Iam stupid.

Whatever. I have a date tonight. A real date. Hopefully a date that will turn into something real. I peek down the hallway, but Finn must have gone down the stairs.

I grab my actual curling iron and sneak into the bathroom. I think back to the horrified look on Finn's face when I shook my vibrator at him. Clearly, Rebecca is not doing her job if he's this uptight about stuff like vibrators.

A couple minutes later, I'm setting the last of the loose curls in my hair. I just did a quick swipe through my locks, trying to tame my naturally, wild waves. I release the last strand and wince as it burns my finger when I set it neatly to the side of my head.

That’s when the revving of a loud engine rises from the distance. It's Jack. This is just what I need. A motorcycle adventure.

As I jump from the last step, I nearly collide with Finn who is standing in the foyer, still on the phone. His elbow is propped over the hand resting across his chest. I don't look at him. I walk right past and open the door. But I feel him. The weight of his eyes, to be precise. They drag down my back as I walk out the door. Good. Let him look. I bend down to straighten out a heel. There's absolutely nothing wrong with my heel. I just want to show Finn what he's missing. I know for a fact that the hem of my dress is rising awfully high up my leg. I swear I hear his breath stop for a moment. When I stand up, I move ever so slowly, arching my back and rounding my backside. I look over my shoulder and give him a smoldering smile.

The look in his eyes. I can't even describe it. Is it possible for the color grey to look fiery and hot? Is it possible for the edge ofone's irises to look slightly tinged by flames? That's exactly what I see in Finn's eyes right now. His mouth is slightly gaped open.

"Try to keep your tongue in your mouth,” I tease him, copying the phrase he used on me yesterday after he finished his pull ups. I skip down the steps of the front porch just as Jack pulls up to the mailbox on his motorcycle. When he pulls his helmet off his head, short, thick curls fall loosely around his eyes.

He whistles at me. "Damn girl," he says. "Look at you." But Jack's eyes don't stop at my figure. They roam past me, over my shoulder. They narrow slightly. Without even looking, I know Finn has stepped outside onto the porch. I don't know why that would cause Jack to prickle. Unless, of course, Finn is being intimidating and surly. Which is probably the case. I see Jack assess him. I sense a cock-fight brewing. And I’m not going to lie, I love every second of it.

I step up to the motorcycle, lean forward, and press my lips against Jack's mouth. His lips taste overwhelmingly like lip balm. “Mmmmm,” I say as I pretend to enjoy it. I’m thinking about the night I kissed Finn. His lips were so soft. So thick. So warm. I wonder what it would feel like for him to kiss me back. Like,reallykiss me back. I pull away and Jack gives me an arrogant smirk. I can't tell if it's a sexy arrogant or an asshole arrogant. But I have all night to find out.

Jack turns his wrist and the engine revs. "Hop on, sweetheart," he says. "Let me take you for a ride."

"Hey, she needs a helmet." I hear Finn call out from behind me.

"Relax, grandpa," Jack sneers at him. Then he hands me a helmet. I'm not sure where it had been hiding before now, but I hadn't really been looking at his motorcycle. I had been too preoccupied with trying to make Finn jealous.

I slip the helmet over my head and swing a leg over the motorcycle. Did I flash my panties at anyone? It's possible. Do I care? Absolutely not.

"Hold on tight," Jack says. I wrap my arms around his waist and smile sweetly at Finn.

"What about protective gear?" Finn asks. He's standing on the porch, hands on his hips. His eyes narrow and full of daggers. His voice deep and menacing. Why is he wasting so much mental energy on me? He has Rebecca. He should go be overprotective over her.

"Who is that guy?" Jack asks as he flicks a thumb in Finn's direction. "And why is he such a tight wad?" I swear smoke fumes rise from Finn's nostrils as he trains the most dangerous pair of murder eyes on Jack's face.

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