Page 28 of Bottoms
Fynn pulled on his beard, seemingly torn. Or maybe he was battling with the different sides of himself in his mind. Maybe he could teach me how to only let the right one respond. At this point, it may be a necessary survival skill.
“I don’t want it like this,” he said with an edge as he took a few steps closer to me.
“Then how do you want it? Oh, master of my fucking universe,” I said. Standing my ground even as his body crowded into my space. He stood inches from touching me, but I strained my neck to glare at him. I didn’t feel afraid. I felt free.
“I don’t know what I want,” he growled. His still gloved hand came up to roughly grab me by the neck.
Still, my gaze didn’t falter. His thumb drew patterns across the delicate skin of my neck, and I didn’t fight against the slow-burning flames of arousal that awakened under this kind of touch. I was done questioning whether it was okay to react the way I did. Sometimes people were made just a little bit broken, and sometimes they find people that were broken in ways that made them a little more whole.
“Do you want me, Fynn?” I asked, loving the feeling of my throat vibrating against his touch.
“You belong to me. I found you first,” he said, abandoning my gaze to watch the movements of his hand on my skin.
“What turn was yours?” I thought back to Nik, complaining about the rules of taking turns.
“First,” he growled. His thumb pressed into my neck as if he was marking me.
Colten had taken that spot, along with Tanner.
“But you knew,” I said. His gaze returned in time for me to hit him with another glare. “You picked out my dress and watched.”
“Just because I couldn’t, doesn’t mean I liked that it was him. I kept men away from you for years. All throughout high school, all throughout—”
“What?” I said, cutting him off.
His face changed, twisting into something darker as he looked at me with pride.
“I made sure you were pure for us,” he gloated.
My blood filled with liquid fire as rage built up inside me. All those years I spent thinking I was some ugly, weird, loser was a lie? All the work Fynn had done training me kicked into drive as I unholstered my gun and pressed the barrel into his stomach.
“Fuck you,” I said through my teeth. His grip only tightened as I tried to rip myself away from him. This time cutting off my supply of air.
“Remember what I said would happen the next time you pointed a gun at me, Vanessa?” he said with an eerie calm. His words echoed their way to me as if through a long tunnel.
“Do it,” I croaked.
His grip on my throat loosened, and I gasped for air. The gun was still in my hand. Still pressed against the rock-hard plains of his stomach beneath the jacket. My finger wasn’t on the trigger.
“But first, you have to admit you want me,” I smirked.
Maybe something inside of me had snapped, but I couldn’t find the voice in my mind that seemed to care. The future I wanted most was the one I conjured of Fynn kidnapping the others. I didn’t want the freedom that would only come if they were all dead. I wanted the freedom of standing toe to toe with death, asking him to fuck me.
Fynn’s thumb trailed down my neck. His path took him over my jacket, through the valley of my breasts, and down my stomach. I felt his gloves brush across the skin of my hand as he took the gun from my grip. Holding it up in the dim moonlight that filtered through the trees.
He checked the chamber.
“Didn’t even load it? Now I’m thinking you were just begging for this.”
He pulled the slide back, loading a round. He smiled, and I found myself mirroring him. My heart galloped a little harder in my chest, and it felt like an old friend coming to visit rather than the preheat of a panic attack.
I watched the tip of the gun as it tilted towards me. Retracing the path taken by Fynn’s hand. Heat flowed through me, and I didn’t fight the awaking flames of arousal that flared to life. He brought the gun into the small space between our bodies, and I knew he watched along with me as he pressed the barrel of the gun between my thighs.
I bit my lip to prevent any sounds from coming out while sparks of forbidden pleasure consumed my every thought. I felt a hand holding me in place on the back of my neck. Not that I wanted to look away. He slid the barrel against me, and my eyelids fluttered shut as I absorbed the sensation. I only had a pair of leggings overtop my simple underwear. They were thin but allowed the metal to slide across with ease.
“Worried about whether or not I’ll pull the trigger, sweetheart?” Fynn growled. Forcing my eyes open to see his finger on the trigger.
“Barrel is pointed at the ground,” I laughed.
