Page 44 of Burn It Down
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“Morning, Lola. You behaving yourself?” I giggled at the cute pixie firecracker when she wiggled her dark raven brows at me.
“I think that is a near impossibility. You look positively radiant this morning. It’s that firefighter dick, isn’t it?” I gasped and apologized to Mags for Lola’s filthy mouth.
“Heard worse.” Maggie dismissed and helped the next customer as I blended Lola’s coffee.
Lola Von was a librarian at Washington, the library Charli worked out. Also, the library I fed my addiction through. We were chatty cats long before she and Charli met. Once the two started bonding over the cute note exchange my brother and Charli had going via books, the three of us grew closer.
We often shared lunch together or went book shopping. Lola also was artsy, and so we talked often about photography and her painting. Lola had talked me into a club night this weekend, but I was about to disappoint her.
“Speaking of firefighter dick.” I was always louder and less inhibited with her, and I kind of liked that about her. Lola was mouthy and brash, and she gave no apologies for her opinions.
Lola was also a fucking knockout. With short, dark, choppy hair she styled to perfection, and often highlighted with wild colors, she was wildly sexy. A tiny body with curves for days, she was comfortable in her skin.
I loved her eclectic style; today, she wore dark gray striped tights beneath a knee length wool skirt and a bright yellow sweater with a massive flower on one shoulder.
“Ohh, did you get some? Finn? He’s smoking hot. I had my eye on him before I recognized your scent all over him.” No apologies.
“Yes, it’s Finn. We’re going on a real, honest to God date.” Lola had a brief rundown of the two of us, and so her loud squeal made me laugh.
“Fucking-A! Sweet deal, sweets. Where to? Fucking comes after, right? Sorry, Mags!” To appease for her mouth, she threw some cash in the tip jar.
“He’s taking me to a show at the Orpheum! Fucking is not on the menu as far as I know.” Lola snorted and took her coffee, sucking at, the icy blend right away.
“I don’t believe that man steak is taking you for a show and your mimsy is not his meal after.” I giggled and kicked her out with a promise to reschedule the night at the club.
After I came home to cookies from my mother, my favorite flowers,andjewelry, I'd known my time was up. Finn was done waiting. Patient man that I had, he waited almost three weeks for me to figure my shit out.
Truth was, we both knew I had nothing figured out. Not really, anyway. Didn’t matter to either of us. That shit would still be there whether I was with Finn or not.
What I had figured out was trying someone else was a waste of time. Perfectly good time I could be with Finn. I did try, really.
I liked Jordan and he was handsome but he was not Finn. I hadn't figured myself out yet, but I still needed to figure that out with or without Finn. I chose to be with Finn.
I touched the necklace that dangled into my top. A beautiful key covered in sparkling pave diamonds. In true Finn Cooper nature, he’d added a sterling silver dick; I had laughed because it even had a teardrop of what I could only guess was meant to be cum. Filthy boy. I loved him.I fucking loved him. I was pissed off, angry, and still hurt.
But I still loved him.
We had talked on and off for the last few days, and every other day, I got a delivery of my favorite flowers and more of my mom’s cookies. The cookies meant one thing: my man hauled his own cookies out to Lake Kadjah to talk to my parents about seeing me.
This was fucking huge, and we should be making a big deal out of it. Instead, we were flirting and talking dirty and doing all the shit normal couples do.
After I came home to my gifts, Finn texted me daily to remind me the key around my neck was to his dick. That he had the key to my pussy too, and I would be seeing it soon. That was four days ago, and I was bursting for him to back up his cocky talk.
Every day, he had talked filthy to me and made me send him photos of the necklace. Mostly nudes with the necklace dangling between my tits. Every time I obeyed, he would let me to touch myself while he listened. Finn never let me come, though.
“Stop touching my pussy, Sweetheart. Put your fingers in your mouth. Let me hear you taste yourself.” I obeyed early this morning, feeling dirty, hot, and needy for him as I sucked my desire off my fingers.
“Fuck. You’re so hot right now, aren’t you? Don’t you dare make yourself come. Keep your pussy hungry all day. I might have a surprise for you later. Do you want it?” My moans filled the air between us, and he growled.
“Yes baby. Please. I need you to let me come.” It had been weeks since I had come, and he’d spent all week keeping me on edge.
“Mmm, I didn’t say my surprise was you getting to come. You work today, right?” I whimpered because I knew he would hold out just long enough that when he let me come, it would be exquisite pain.
“Yes. Till my classes.” We both sobered a little because I had yet to tell Jordan I was done trying him on.
“Tell that pretty motherfucker his services are no longer required. He puts his hands on you again, Gigi….” A shiver of desire ran through me as he raged because his jealousy turned me on.
