Page 21 of Burn It Down
To have her sit on my lap while we laughed and talked with three other couples. It might seem lame. Maybe before Gigi I would have thought so, but now? Excited the shit out of me to think of just being with her that way.
The girls unpacked and talked like they were old friends. Which, I suppose as often as Gigi hung out here, they might be. I had to wonder if Harper or Stella knew about us before. At one dinner Harper held to get to know Charli, I thought she knew something.
By then, I was sneaking Gigi into my place nearly every night. Surely someone saw her come in looking pretty and polished and leave looking fucked and satisfied. We were less than discreet at that dinner; Harper sent me a wink now before smirking at Gigi, so I figured yeah, they knew.
While they were unpacking, Cage and I did all the heavy lifting. Gigi didn’t need much since Cage was leaving his furniture. They both decided a new bed was in order; Gigi said in no uncertain terms she was not sleeping in Charli and Cage’s sexed up bed. I had to laugh at that.
Then we shared a look, and I wondered if the new bed would get sexed up by us. By the flushed look on her beautiful face, I knew she read my thoughts. Cage and I put the bed together and he bitched about always being the grunt man for the Cooper sisters.
“You love it and you know it.” I shot as I opened the brand new mattress and box spring. Regan spared no expense on the massive bed, and I liked it right away.
“Yeah, maybe I do. Feels good to be needed.”
I didn’t know what that was like so I went quiet. My family didn’t know how to function the way Cage’s did. Shit, we barely functioned at all. Cage, and the Coopers, were the only family I really knew.
“I bet it does. Hey man, I hate to keep having bromance moments,” I sighed as we moved the massive wood platform bed into place, “are we okay, though? Like okay because Charli and Gigi want us to be? Or okay because we’re really okay?” Though he had apologized for getting between Gigi and I, we'd never truly hashed it out.
“Finn. We’re good, man. I made it impossible for you to do shit right with Gigi. If I had known you cared about Gigi…that the randoms were your way of trying to get her out of your system, I would have handled it different. Fuck, man I would have stopped you. You’re a good man, Finn. Like my fucking brother. I should have known if you took the risk with Gigi she meant something to you. I’m the one who should be asking if we’re okay. I cost you so much.” Shit, the Coopers were good at making me feel shit.How do they do that?
“We’re good. I thought I would lose her once you found out. I never wanted to betray you, Cage, but it was never really about you. Maybe at first. Really, if you were done with me and I still had Gigi, it would be enough for me.” I couldn’t tell him I was in love with her, but that was pretty fucking close.
“I would hope that’s what you would say, to be honest. You think you two might work things out? Clearly you couldn’t stay away when I did everything to keep you apart. Now you’re ten feet away from her.” Cage offered a smirk as we settled the box spring then mattress on Gigi’s new bed.
“I sure as shit hope so, man. If I were a better man, I might stay away. Man, I just...I can’t. Unless she wants me to. Right now, I want her to figure out if she wants me for the right reasons. I don’t think I was a way to explore the forbidden but if so...I have to be okay with that.” Cage shot me a look, one like he was impressed, and I felt a little flicker of pride.
Cage was always the leader of the two of us, ever since we were kids. I had my own mind, don’t get me wrong. But if Cage said we should do it, I did it. When we stole my brother’s car in eighth grade, it was because Cage said he thought we could get away with it. We did. Abel never had a clue.
When he joined the department, I did too. Even though I was terrified and had no desire to risk my life for someone else. I screwed up a lot, and Cage was always there to get me through the shit. Now, I loved it and I was damn good at it. For him to think I was a good man, after so many mistakes, far meant a lot to me.
Later that night we had Gigi almost completely unpacked and her bedroom set up. I doubted the manly leather furniture that filled the place would stay long. One visit from Regan and the place would get a makeover, I had no doubts. What would stay was the wide wall of photos.
I took a moment and looked them over. I could remember so many of those moments. Cage joining the department, his pop looking on proudly in the background. The four kids at the lake when they were teens. Some of the photos, I was in.
Cage and I after a football game in high school. The day we joined ladder 71. The day we moved into this condo. That one was all of us. Me, Cage, and the girls. I had Gigi wrapped up in my arms and the girls were dirty from painting both our places. I looked down at Gigi like she hung the fucking moon.How had no one seen that?I almost laughed because it was so obvious.
Suddenly, I felt her. Gigi was pressed close behind me and my eyes fluttered closed. I could smell her cherry scent and I wanted to taste her. I jumped when I felt her hand on my skin, shoving beneath my Henley top.
“I love that photo. We were all so happy, yeah? Look at you and me. How did no one see that, Finn? Mmm, you smell so fucking good.”Jesus Christ, Gigi Cooper might be the death of me.
“Gigi…behave. You smell delicious too, though. Like cherries. Makes me want to taste your cherry.”
Gigi’s little hand had been shoving over my chest, tracing the tattoos she knew by heart. Suddenly, it shoved down, cupping my cock through my sweats.
“Tell me to behave then talk about my pussy like that?” I growled as she stroked me roughly.
“Shit, I hate when you say pussy,” I was a liar and we both knew it, “makes me hungry for yours. Why you being so naughty? You want me to break that bed in right now? You know I don’t mind an audience. You need me to remind you how to behave for me?” Gigi rubbed against my side, her face in my neck as she answered.
“I do need to break it in. Since my pussy’s locked up only one person can help me with that, yeah? Have to wait, though, master,” Fuck, I loved when she talked like that, her voice rough and gravelly, “we are expected at dinner soon. Harper and Stella insisted. Have to keep him locked up awhile longer.” I groaned when her teeth sunk into my neck, her hand gripping my rock-hard cock teasingly.
“Fuck, Gigi. I want you so fucking bad. Been teasing me all day. Shaking this ass,” I gripped a huge handful of her plump ass, “for me. Sending me dirty texts you know get me hard. You plan to take care of me tonight?” I was asking too much; we weren’t together now, but I knew we would always have this want, this fiery need for each other.
Once Gigi let me have her, there was no stopping it. I couldn’t be near her and not want her. Not just to fuck her, although I basically always wanted that. I just wanted to touch her. Breath her sweet sent into my lungs. Feel her skin beneath my fingertips. Taste her sweet mouth and feel her pulse thrum for me.
I loved the noises she made when we kissed, when I slid my tongue into her mouth and claimed it. Went straight to my cock. Standing there, feeling her, I knew she wanted me. Was it enough? Things had changed. When she first called me this week, I knew it was different this time.
I wanted her more than she wanted me. Last time, it had been different. Gigi had wanted me since she was too young for me to entertain the idea. For years, she waited for me and wanted me the entire time. Then, she got to have me.
I wanted her too, of course. Now that I’d had her, the power shifted. I may play dominant with her, threatening to punish her for being naughty--which I intended to, fully. Truth was she held all the power and I don’t think she knew it.
