Page 53 of Burn It Down
“He didn’t threaten me. It was just…he seemed so intense all of a sudden. It didn’t feel normal. We went to lunch a few times. Lunch is not romantic or…” I trailed off when Finn frowned, bowing his head.
“You brought him home. To your place. He knows where you live; he’s been in this fucking apartment.” He raged suddenly and shoved me off his lap, leaping to his feet.
Jesus Christ Gigi, you idiot!Like a jealous child, I brought Jordan here to shove him in Finn’s face. Hurting us both and inviting someone I didn’t care about into my home. We Coopers, we’re pretty strict about who we bring home. Except Mom; but she has a sense about her.
“Just to make you jealous. To hurt you. I made him coffee, then he left.” I sighed, bending forward and fussing with my hair, throwing it into a topknot.
“It worked, by the way. Hurt the shit out of me to see you bring a man to your place. I’m so fucking sorry you had to watch me do it for so long, Gigi. I don’t fucking deserve you.” Finn was back from his pace behind my couch, dropping to his knees.
“Oh, baby. You’re such an idiot. You tried for so long to protect me from the one thing that makes me feel good. That makes me feel whole and complete. It hurt like nothing else to feel like I wasn’t good enough. I know better now. I know you thought the exact opposite. You are good enough, Finn. Baby, you’re the best thing to ever happen to me. You make me laugh, and you make me feel more than I know how to handle, and you believe in me. I need you.” Finn laid his head in my lap and shoved between my knees.
“I can never make up to you all the women I fucked wishing it was you. It should have been you. You were always there, Gigi. I couldn’t even come sometimes unless I thought of you. It’s twisted and fucked up, and I’m sure I hurt a lot of women. It only matters to me that I hurt you. How can you be with me knowing what a piece of shit I was? What a God damn coward I’ve been?” Finn sat up on his knees, bringing him eye level with me and I smiled, tears in my eyes.
“I could have spoken up sooner. Could have stopped rating them to be petty and jealous. I could have just told you that I,” I swallowed the words, and he seemed to realize it, “I wanted you. I was a coward too, Finn. Why didn’t I tell you? You gave me chances. Besides…you did it from a place of desperation. I was a bit more obsessed with you or, I might have done the same. I mean, I kind of did; I am sure you noticed every guy I brought home kind of resembled you.” Finn smirked and leaned forward to kiss me sweetly, tangling his hands in my topknot.
“I wanted to break their fucking necks. I wasted so much time. I wanted you just as badly, just as long, as you wanted me. I’m so sorry we lost so much time.” I shook my head and scooted forward.
“We didn’t lose anything. You were always there for me. Always who I wanted to end up with. I was never going anywhere but wherever you were, Finn.” I locked my legs at his ass and he bent me back into the couch, kissing me quiet.
We didn’t talk about Jordan anymore. Or Cage or my father. I didn’t talk much more at all for the rest of the night. Finn had me naked on the couch a few moments after our heart to heart.
He kept good on his promise and fed on me until my thighs trembled around his head as I clawed at his muscled back. Then we switched places, and I watched him as I made him weak.
Finn carried me to bed after we made love twice on the couch and once in the shower. Then Finn carried me to bed. There, he took me twice more, officially breaking in the bed.
I was exhausted by the time he got his first call of his next shift. I hated on call shifts because he was coming and going. Then again, I was usually coming before he was going and always when he came back. Finn kissed me goodbye sweetly at the door and told me to look special for our first date.
“Almost forgot. You wear the key to my cock,” Finn tugged at the necklace then watched it drop between my tits, “which turns me the fuck on, by the way. Key to your pussy is staying with me, Sweet Girl.” Finn cupped my left breast in his hand, and that’s when I noticed it.
A new tattoo at the curve of his hand. The lovely key hung from a ribbon that wove around the skull at his hand. I loved that piece before, but now…it was perfect.
Dangling from the ribbon was an intricate looking key. In the very center, a “G” was woven within. The design was exactly like the key I wore around my neck, and I yanked it out to see the “F”. The tattoo ended at the curve of his thumb and no one would miss it. Finn leaned in, shoving that hand down between my legs.
“Your first tattoo is going to be the matching lock right above this sweet pussy. Later, Sweetheart.” Then he kissed me so deeply I was blinking for a moment before I realized he had left.
We were so wrapped up all night; neither of us had noticed the dozens of missed calls and hundreds of text messages on my phone. All from one number.
