Page 45 of Bottoms
I looked over to Fynn, smiling wide again while I waited for the ping of Nik’s returning message.
“No, see. That’s the same smile I was just talking about,” Fynn said pointedly.
I didn’t care to argue. I was happy, and that’s all that really mattered.
Instead of one ping, my phone garbled a disgusting noise of rapid-fire incoming messages. I had to put my phone on silent before looking to see what the fuck was going on. My heart bottomed out when I realized I was receiving all the messages I had missed since I had been with Fynn.
The guys had continued to text me when I was gone. Colten had messaged me religiously, a short recap of his daily events. As time passed, they slowly resembled diary entries rather than text message updates. I couldn’t bring myself to look through those yet. I cleared all my notifications to get back to the screen where Nik was to see if he had replied amongst the barrage of notifications.
Nik:Are you going to message the others?
Nessa:One at a time, or else there will be too many conversations going on at once.
Nik:Does that mean right now is my turn?
Nessa:For texting, yes. Fynn and I are in the car, driving home.
Nik:And where exactly is home?
I physically laughed out loud. I could see Fynn looking in my direction before turning back toward the road. We were starting to get into the thick tree part of the journey.
“Nik tried to ask where I was,” I explained, holding up my phone for him to see the message directly if he wanted.
Fynn didn’t turn to look. Instead, his fingers tightened their grip and focused on not hitting any trees. But I’ve seen him whip through the maze of trunks on the way to the farmhouse, going at least sixty.
“You have got to give Nik a break. No matter what he says or does, you find a way to get all grumpy about it,” I huffed as I told Nik it was a nice try.
“I haven’t killed him, sweetheart. That’s me trying, okay?” Fynn grumbled as we finally made it to our destination.
Fynn practically sulked into the house, and I told Nik I would talk to him when I could, but I had to go. I followed Fynn inside, confused why he was so upset when tonight was a better win than we could have expected. He went straight for the liquor cabinet.
“Grab one for me, too,” I said, hopping on the opposite countertop.
His back faced me, and he stood frozen with his hand wrapped around the bottle. Guess he wasn’t planning on using a cup today. After a breath, he pulled the bottle out and turned around to face me.
I was sitting on the counter with my legs splayed, giving him plenty of room to stand between them. As much as Fynn’s emotions were bat shit crazy, he still felt. Fynn felt more deeply than anyone I had ever met in many ways. That was why, right now, he needed to know how important he was.
“You might want to shower first,” he said, gesturing for the bathroom with his eyes.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Give me a damn swig and talk to me.”
“Unlike you, I don’t have a lot going on in my head, sweetheart. It’s been a long fucking day in the city, and now I want a drink. You need a shower because you smell like a fucking whorehouse, Vanessa,” His voice louder than he usually used with me. But I had learned long ago that Fynn’s bark was meant to hurt just as much as his bite. Neither hurt me more than I could take anymore.
“And I want a drink and to talk about why you keep avoiding sex, yet the only reason why you’re pissed at them is that you haven’t had any yet.”
He shoved the bottle onto the counter between my legs, leaning to level me with his dark look. There wasn’t a trace of the sunshine petals around his pupil. It was an empty abyss.
“There. Take your fill,” he jeered.
Standing straight, he was positioned directly between my legs, and I considered closing them around him like a Venus flytrap.
Penis-my-trap?
A smile peeked out through my lips.
“Whatever you’re thinking. I’m telling you right now. I am not in the mood.” His low voice washed over me, reigniting all the flames Nik had tended in the tiny office.
“I think you are in the mood,” I said, grabbing hold of the bottle to rub it between my thighs. I closed my eyes and groaned lightly, smiling before opening them. Snatching the bottle up, I took a swig as I watched Fynn’s gaze heat.
