Page 65 of Bottoms
More of his touch. More of his taste. More of the others. For the rest of my life, all I needed was more.
Up against a wall, I released my hold on his waist. Dropping one foot to the floor as Fynn pushed his hard cock against me. Pressing me into the wall hard enough to rattle some of the artwork.
I grunted, a sharp pain zipping through my stomach where the bite of the knife had dug in deepest.
Fynn backed off me immediately, his eyes filled with concern.
“It’s alright,” I said, looking down to inspect my stomach. There was a scar running from near my belly button to my hip. “Just going to have to table the rougher stuff for another day,” I said, smiling as I took a step toward him, but he took a mirrored one back. Uncertainty and something like fear in his eyes.
“You need to heal more first,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest, having made up his mind.
“What happened to two weeks, and I would be fine?” I challenged, putting my hands on my hips, naked, in the middle of the hallway where anyone could walk past.
“Well, clearly, I was wrong, and you need to rest more,” he said, turning away from me to sulk down the hall and retrieve my dress.
“I can have sex, Fynn,” I said, stomping after him.
He scooped down to grab my dress, shoving it into my hands when I caught up.
“Put it on,” he snarled. “My dick’s closed for the night, and I will lock you in your bedroom and remove all your clearances if you start up with shit about going to the others instead. It’s my turn, and I’m not rushing things just because you’re like a bitch in heat.”
I raised my eyebrows at him. “That all you got?”
Fynn’s lips formed a thin line, his hand coming up toward my throat. I tilted my head back, submitting to him. His hand balled into a fist in the air as it stopped before he pulled it back.
“No.” His hand came back, but this time as a pointed finger.
“Because you're scared,” I said.
He laughed darkly. “I’m not scared of anything, sweetheart.”
That was why he was making a show out of this. Drawing out the time, not to torture them but to prepare for the pain of the truth he was about to find out about himself.
“You’re scared of something happening to me,” I said, forcing him to face his truth. It was time, whether I got sex today or not. Fynn couldn’t keep circling this drain.
“I don’t have to be scared of that because I will make sure nothing ever happens to you again,” he growled.
There weren’t any yellow petals left in his eyes. I knew his calm, clear-headedness wasn’t permanent. He would have moments where the demons in his mind got too loud for him to control. He needed to learn how to give over his will and let me guide him back into the day. Even if it was a rainy one.
“I won’t let you hurt me,” I said, reaching forward to grab his shaking hand.
I pulled lightly as a suggestion, and he slowly let me guide his hand to the scar on my stomach. Pressing the calloused pads of his fingertips across the raised edges of my scar.
“See,” I breathed. “It’s in the past now, Fynn. I’m here, waiting for you to return to the present.”
He looked at the scar for a while. I stayed still, letting his fingers trace along the visible pattern left by the tip of his blade. When his eyes met mine, they shined out with clarity.
“I love you,” he whispered.
I leaned in to press my lips against his, giving him a single sweet kiss. Pulling back to look him in the eyes to give him one more truth tonight.
“I love you too,” I said, not bothering to whisper it into the universe. “I love all of you,” I yelled down the hallway, laughing lightly. I would have to tell them the next time I saw them.
Fynn had a small smile when I turned back to face him. The dark, shadowy part of him was caged and under control.
“I still want sex, but we should probably wait until we get to the bedroom if you think you can manage a little vanilla for me.” I raised my eyebrows, hoping Fynn could jump back on the sex train with me now that his fit was over.
“Whatever makes you happy, sweetheart,” he said, bending down to gently scoop me up. Cradling me against his chest as he walked me into his bedroom.
