Page 54 of Burn It Down
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I was nervous again. Did not make sense because I never got nervous. Not when I barged into a fire or jumped from a building to safety. Not when I sat in the court room and watched my brothers sentenced, or when I walked away from my sisters.
I should have been nervous when I sat with Deacon and Gwen Cooper and asked them if I could marry their daughter. Instead, I was nervous because I was taking that daughter on a romantic date. Our first.
I didn’t do dress up, but I did put some effort in. Trimmed my beard, tied my hair back in a nice bun. Gigi liked the bun. Liked to hold on to it when I was between her legs, devouring her.
I shoved at my cock as he stirred and mentally gave him a pep talk that he was to behave tonight. Tonight was not about getting off. I glared at the image in the mirror, telling myself tonight was all about Gigi.
The dark wash jeans and brand new boots felt too tight. The long sleeve V neck was baggier, but felt tight once I put on the leather jacket I’d picked up earlier. Everything felt too stiff; it was all brand new, but that’s not why I felt so stiff.
I was fucking nervous. Two times I let my hair down to re-tie it so it was perfect. I put on my woman’s favorite cologne and paced until I could cross the hall and pick her up.
I had no clue what the fuck I was doing. I just wanted to spend time with her where it wasn’t just about my dick getting taken care of. Although, I wanted to take care of her, if she let me.
Just as I began to shove at my dick, cursing that he seemed uncooperative, I heard her. Heard her call through her door to mine. My blood pumped so fast I got dizzy as I crossed towards the door. Even my breathing wasn’t right.
“Finn?” Gigi called again, and I smiled, hearing the hint of excitement in her voice.
“You stay right there, Sweetheart. I’m crossing these ten fucking feet to pick you up and take you out. You hear me?” Unsteady hands reached for the bouquet of flowers by my door and the present I had for her.
“Waiting, Finn.” Her giggle hit me right in my chest, and my dick calmed down. He was going to behave.
Shaking my limbs out, I let myself into the hall and took a deep breath. Then I knocked on her door, filled with anxious excitement. I had never done this. Even in high school. Prom night was the closest I came to a date.
It was the first time I saw Gigi looking at me the way she still does. I was miserable, and everyone thought I yanked my date out to bang her. Truth was, I spent the night pouring my heart out about how fucked up I was over Gigi. Seems some things never changed.
Gigi took my fucking breath away when she opened the door. At my chest, my heart seized at the sight she made. My woman was always hot, even in basic leggings and silly sweaters. Tonight, she had put in some work, and my dick woke back up. Greedy fucker.
I should have been doing this with her this entire time because she looked amazing. Gigi deserved a reason to dress up, even if I didn’t deserve to be the one who got to have her on my arm.
Dolled up in a dress, dark stockings, and sky high heels, she was stunning. The silky green dress fell just to mid-thigh and left her long, sexy legs on display in those stockings. It plunged low in the front and her perfect tits spilled out. Suddenly, I didn’t want to share her.
Thin straps hooked behind her neck in a bow, and I knew her back was bare. Gigi put some work in on her eyes, which killed me every time she did it. Glossy lips smiled up at me as I clutched her flowers to my chest.
“God damn, Gigi. You always steal my breath. Always. You…you look so damn beautiful.” I barely managed to strangle the words out as she took the flowers and pressed her face into them.
“Thank you, Finn. Hmm, you dressed up for me?” Those beautiful two toned eyes lit up as they moved over me, and my heart swelled.
“I tried. Damn, you look so good you make me want to mess you up. Not tonight, Sweetheart.” I stepped inside for her to put her flowers away; several bouquets already lingered around the place, and I smiled.
Gigi’s heels clicked on the hardwood floors as she headed to the kitchen. Filling a pitcher with water, she set the new flowers beside two others, in varying colors, on the breakfast bar.
When her stunning eyes lifted to me and she flushed, I wanted to up my orders. Send her flowers every fucking day if they made her smile like that. Gigi again touched her face to each bouquet and breathed deep. It was beautiful.
“Damn, you’re so beautiful.” I breathed, reaching out to shove at some of the hair she had curled into big waves. It fell down her back and framed her beautiful face.
“So are you, baby.” Gigi reached up, pressing close against my chest, her hands cradling my face.
“Something for you, Sweetheart.” My eyes fluttered when her fingers traced my trimmed beard, tugging a few times playfully.
“Finn…I don’t need gifts or flowers. Just you.” I shook my head and shoved the tiny box at her anyway.
“Too bad. I think you do. Open it.” Gigi hooked an arm around my neck and pressed even closer.
“I do love the look on your face when you give me something.” My cock heard the innuendo, and I growled, giving in and taking a great handful of her luscious ass.
Then I watched her face as she opened the box. Her eyes shot up to mine once she saw what was inside the little velvet box. I gave a squeeze of her ass, and she gasped as her thumb slid over the gift.
