Page 29 of Burn It Down
“Our hot professor wants in your panties. Coops is back in the picture, or at least back between your legs. We need to talk, honey bun.” I rolled my eyes at her crassness and let us into my place.
“Bree I don’t even know where to start.” We sank into the L-shaped leather couch and she rolled her eyes.
“Gigi, the beginning, honey bun. Always the beginning.”
Despite my reservations, and the undertone of mistrust I felt for Bree now, I did just that. I explained how I had gone to Finn’s to tell him I was done. Told her how that had ended, then how Jordan had come on to me that first day.
All but shoving me back into Finn’s waiting arms. I left out some of it. Some of it was just for us. When I was done, Bree seemed to have it all figured out. Which was kind of how Bree was.
“Why not have them both? Finn is down and dirty and fucks you till you see stars. Jordan seems sweet and intense and he’d do all the boyfriend shit Finnneverwill.” Well, shit,thatstung.
“I cannot see both of them at the same time. I don’t even want to. I am not interested in Jordan, Bree. More, I am interested in his interest in me. Finn is…I don’t think I will ever want someone else.” Another roll of her pretty eyes as she took my coffee and finished it off.
“Bullshit. No one person can be it for you. For me. Definitely not for Finn. Hasn’t he kind of proved that to you?” Damn steady with the burns today, this bitch was.
“Before. He…Finn is not like that now. I told you he wasn’t even really like that then. He just…it’s complicated. Look at Cage and Charli. My parents. My sisters. I absolutely believe one person can be enough.” I did. I always had, maybe even before Finn.
“Problem is, does Finn believe that? Does anyone besides your family and me even know you two got together? I mean, speaking of Cage, the entire fucking world knew the minute he met Charli that she was his. Can Finn say the same about you?” Bree stood to carry the now empty coffee cup to the trash; there was a knock at the door, then it swung open.
“Sweetheart, I came…. oh…” Finn stood in my doorway; sweaty, dirty, and fucking gorgeous.
Finn looked like he came straight from fighting a fire. My very favorite look on him. Still in his heavy protective pants, the suspenders dangling at his hips, his beautiful face was marred with soot and he smelled like smoke.
The white t-shirt he wore was damp with sweat and clung to his massive arms and wide chest. Each bump of his defined abs was clear as if he wore no shirt at all. Seemed I was not the only one enjoying the view, given the heavy breathing Bree was making no effort to hide.
“Why, hello, Coops. Don’t you look like a fucking hero right now.” The silence that followed her wildly inappropriate comment felt cold and prickly.
“Bree.” Finn let his eyes sweep over her as she headed his way.
“Hey, baby,” I made a point of lamenting the endearment for Bree’s ears, “everything okay?” Finn gave a nod before his eyes flickered back to Bree.
“Didn’t know you two were a thing again. Our girl here keeps secrets now it seems. Love the man bun on you, Coops.” As I watched, she greeted him tits first, running her fire red painted nails down his tattooed forearm.
“The ladies always do,” Finn played right up to her, and I kind of wanted to murder them both, “something to hold on to, I suppose. Didn’t know I was intruding on girl time, ladies. I can come back later.” My eyes shot furious daggers his way, but his eyes were on her; now I wanted them both to leave.
“Or the two of you could take this across the hall, yeah?” Finn seemed to come awake, blinking as he frowned down at me.
“Not tonight, Gigi. Think I might keep this visual for later review, handsome. Later, sweets. Coops.”
Bree breezed past him, and I saw something flicker between them that I didn’t like. It left me on edge and feeling like the odd man out. Or woman, as it were.
“Later.” Finn called as he watched me before the door slammed shut.
“You two could have done without me, yeah? Jesus fuck, maybe do that shit behind my back next time,Coops.” I said the nickname Bree had always called him as if it burned my tongue.
“Sweet Girl. You serious right now? Your girl always comes on to me. You’re just now seeing it?” Perhaps not the best argument to come back with because I just saw red.
“Leave. Consider you cock unlocked then, yeah? Fuck off.” Finn blinked and stepped back, and I actually thought he was going to do it.
“Sweetheart, you’re going to want to watch that sexy mouth with me. We doing this right now? I came to your place, left right after a fire, to see you. Not your whore friend. You know damn well for years that girl has come on to me. I always turn her down. I always will. I don’t trust her; your best friend trying to get on my dick, knowing I’m your man? Why you even friends with that bitch?” I laughed and swiped at the angry tears that stung my cheeks.
“Don’t think we really are anymore. What do you care? You always fucked anyone else who was willing. Bree is clearly willing.” Finn closed the distance between us and lifted me by grabbing two huge handfuls of ass.
“Don’t. Don’t you fucking do that now. I don’t want anyone else but you, and you fucking know that. Even if I do--which get this right, Sweetheart,” He angled me just so, letting his hard cock line up between my hot pussy, “this cock wants no one else--I certainly would never fuck your girl.” My legs were forced to wind around his waist as his hands started moving, tearing my sweater off.
“Finn. I told you to go. Go fuck whoever or whatever you want.” I had no idea where it was coming from, but it seemed he did.
“Sweetheart, I’m fuckingyouin a minute. Then I’m leaving only when I get a call. Like I said, you’re my woman, even if you aren’t ready to say it yet. I know what’s going on in that pretty head. That pretty fucking professor of yours, yeah? Pretty boy wants my woman’s’ pussy, yeah?” I moaned as he thrust his hips, mouth dropping to suckle my bare nipple, teeth scraping against it.
