Page 103 of Manhattan Tormentor
Once you get to know him, you see he really is that aloof and cool, but he’s also freakishly smart with a dry humor. He sets my body on fire when he goes all nerd. The things he’s done already is extraordinary, not to mention the brainy stuff he’s working on.
Yeah, Finn Maverick, hot for a nerd. I’ll never live this shit down and I don’t care.
The orgasm rages through me that night like an inferno impossible to extinguish. It’s as though I’ve never had sex before until him. It’s brand new and intense. I fall over his back, listening to the remnants of his pleasure grunts. His face flushes, his panting breath sweeps against the side of my face, it’s impossible to keep the words in. “Fucking love you, Fierro.”
Sage goes still all over before his lungs force him to breathe again.
He’s silent, it doesn’t bother me. I don’t regret saying it.
I kiss the back of his neck, across his shoulder and up to the side of his face where I tell him again. “I’m so crazy in love with you.”
He grunts but doesn’t return the sentiment. My frosty robot. I grin. It’s fine, I know he does. Even when we’re just hanging out together talking, we have this unquenched need to always be with each other. He’s as crazy for me as I am for him. He’ll be the one who cuddles me first tonight. My robot loves snuggling. It’s one of our secrets.
I haul ass up, get rid of the condom. He’s still sprawled across his bed when I come out of the bathroom.
“I’m starving, are we ordering in?”
“I want Thai.” He mumbles, his face pressed into the dark gray pillow.
“So you can speak.” Amused, I grab my sweatpants and pull them on. “You can change the sheets while I order. Oh, and Fierro? I fucking love you.”
He grunts again, and I laugh, feeling better than I have in a while.
C H A P T E R 30
Sage
“If you’re gonna sulk, I’ll take your butt home.”
Sometimes, having my sister as my best friend is hard work. Especially now, when her stubborn chin is so far in the air, she might as well be ass-kissing Jesus.
I know she’s dying to be her outspoken self but holding it in for me.
“I said I’d becivil, didn’t I?”
“That’s what I’m worried about, your civil isn’t all that nice.”
She huffs and glares across the table at me while Thatcher cackles. He knows what I’m talking about.
“You owe me for this, when I get a boyfriend, you can’t say a word.”
“Fuck that. He’ll be put through the Fierro gauntlet, he’s not worth it if he doesn’t.”
Her eyes can never hide her annoyance. “No way. I’m doing this for you when you know I want to rip that guy’s head off.”
“Tough.”
“You sexist pig.”
“Don’t care, Bunny. You’re my baby sister, no one is ever going to be good enough for you. But if he loves you and puts up with your mood swings, then I will tolerate him.” Ever since she took head cheerleader last summer, her butt has been snarkier than usual.
“Look alive, people, the star of the show is here.” Thatcher announces. His attention is already lost when he spots the girl of his dreams across the bar with her girl posse. I doubt he even notices when Finn strides over and sits down next to me. His hand on the back of my neck as he pulls me in for a kiss.
He looks so good in his ripped jeans, and a half-tucked t-shirt. I hope he never grows out of wearing the ball cap because it bumps up his sex appeal tenfold.
It’s been a crazy good few months since I got my first college semester out of the way and Christmas with the family. And then I celebrated my nineteenth birthday with this hot guy just days ago. After letting my friends and family know where I stood with Finn a few weeks back, I finally agreed to let Bunny meet him officially. I almost dressed in riot gear, but my boyfriend is here now, so it’s up to him to duck and roll if she flies across the table. I warned him last night in bed. He laughed and said my sister weighed about a hundred pounds and he wasn’t scared.
God help him, he’s so fucking cute anddeluded. He should never underestimate a Fierro. Definitely not Bunny, she’s the most lethal one of us all because she looks like she wouldn’t harm a flower. When, in fact, she’d cut off someone’s nose and present it to them in a gift box if they crossed us.
