Page 114 of Cruel Legacy

“So good.” He groans, licking between the digits like he did the night in the movie theater with the extra buttery popcorn. When his fingers are clean, he eyes me like he’s thinking of coming back for seconds.

“Don’t even try it.” I warn, fully prepared to leave him bleeding on the locker room floor.

He just smiles, like there’s nothing I could possibly do to stop him from coming at me again. He caught me off guard the first time. He won’t get a second. “Oh, Thea, Thea, Thea. Haven’t I already proven that there’s nothing you can do to stop me?” His eyes drag down my body, his lips twisting into a cocky smirk. “Unless you weren’t trying to stop me.”

I cross my arms over my chest. I’m in a bra and jeans, but I feel utterly exposed right now and it’s not the outfit I’m wearing. I’ve been around men in less than this. It’s him and the way he’s staring at me like he’s just peeled back a layer and found out something no one else knows.

The thing is, he has. I wasn’t trying all that hard to fight him off. Of course, I didn’t think he’d actually finger me, but then it was happening and my stupid vag decided it wasn’t the worst thing to happen to it.

That’s it. I need to get laid. I’ve gone too long. That’s the only explanation for why I’d be getting even the slightest bit turned on by Finley Jefferson Rhodes, the Third.

Chapter51

Thea

Ashadow appears on the sidewalk ahead of me. I slow my steps, looking to make sure no one’s behind me, too. It could be nothing, or it could be someone looking to snatch a purse or grab a person off the street.

I slide Clint out of my pocket in case I need it. The person steps out of the alley when I get closer. I keep Clint out because I haven’t decided yet if I’ll use it. “Why the fuck are you hiding in an alley, Finley?”

“I’m waiting, Pet. Not hiding.”

“Waiting for what? The alley to become less pissy smelling?”

“No, silly. I was waiting for you to catch up.” He looks down the street. “You took the long way around. It’s way faster if you just take Carsello and the field behind the houses.”

“That street’s blocked off for construction.”

“It’s an old barricade. They didn’t finish the work. It’s overrun with grass and weeds now, but it’s useable.”

I squint my eyes. “How did you know I’d come by here?”

“I heard you tell Austin you were coming to check out Graffiti Warehouse.”

“And thought you’d spend the afternoon waiting in an alley for me to pass by?”

He holds out his hand. I glance down at what he’s holding. “I uh, I got you tickets.”

They’re first come, first served. Everyone wants a chance to go inside for the nighttime viewing. “Why?” I ask, holding Clint in front of me. I smell a trap.

He looks and sounds sincere when he says, “Because you needed tickets and they were gonna be sold out before you got here.”

Every time I think I have Finn figured out, he does something unpredictable. Like this. It makes me feel weird. Kinda warm and a little tingly. Sensations that I only ever embrace when I’m fucking. We’re not fucking, and that’s what makes it weird.

“I mean, why is it any of your business? I didn’t ask you to do this.” Reaching into my pocket, I ask, “How much do I owe you?”

“It’s a gift, Thea.”

“I don’t take gifts from men, so what do I owe you?”

He runs a hand through his hair, messing it up worse than it already was. His curls just refuse to be tamed. “Consider it a thank you for helping with my laundry situation.”

“Figured out what you were missing, huh?”

He scowls at me. “You could’ve just told me it was my Die Bloody and Screaming T-Shirt, and special edition Tamahagane Steel jersey.”

I guess that means he didn’t get his hoodie back yet. Should I tell him?Nah. It’s not my business. He figured those two shirts out, he can figure the rest out too.

“How did you even know those things were mine?”

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