Page 58 of Burn It Down
Got me out of trouble and took me home that afternoon, after he threw away my cigarettes as penance for his week of detention. I learned how to be a better person because of Cage and his family.
I found out I could get by in school and stay out of shit if I stuck with him. Without the weight of my family’s failures weighing me down, I was able to try and figure out who I was. While I still wasn’t sure exactly, I did know a few things.
I don't know about fate, but I do believe I was meant to meet Cage. He led me to this path. I was meant to be a firefighter. I felt like a good man when I helped someone or saved a home.
I was a good friend because there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for Cage or Hunter or even Levi. I was honest and liked to make people laugh, even if it was at my expense. I hated to hurt people.
It had killed me to lie to Cage for so long about Gigi. Hurting my woman for so long had hurt me tenfold. It was like torture seeing her in pain; I couldn't do that to either of us again.
I didn’t know who I was for sure, but I knew what I wanted. I wanted to give Gigi whatever she wanted. Because I knew she was part of who I wanted to be. I didn’t deserve her. I would never believe I was good enough.
Now, I didn’t care; if Gigi wanted me, then I would stay by her side until she didn’t. I wouldn’t risk hurting her again by trying to be righteous. I loved her, and whatever she wanted from me, I was going to do everything I could to give to her.
Starting with some orgasms once the lights went down.
GIGI
Finn was on his best behavior. I was suspicious. I was wearing a positively reckless dress, with no bra or no panties, because I knew that would piss him off.
When he realized it, it absolutely did. I saw the fire in his gorgeous eyes. Thought he might forgo the show and drag me into a dark corner of the theatre. I kind of hoped for it, in fact.
Instead, he gave a swat at my ass, promised to punish me later and left me wanting. Which I actually didn’t mind. My pussy was aching, and my clit throbbed with every step. The swirl of satin against my hot, wet core was delicious.
As Finn led us to our impressive seats on the upper balcony, I was enjoying myself. Finn looked sexy and smelled so good, but he still seemed too well behaved.
Really, it was sweet, and I wanted to let him be sweet. At the same time, I loved Finn just as he was. Dirty, improper, and honest. Didn’t mean he couldn’t play the sweet boyfriend role if he wanted.
I knew how important this date was so I was doing my best to behave. Watching him pull a long drink from his beer, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, I moaned softly. Damn, he was sexy.
“What is your absolutely favorite feature about me?” I wondered aloud as we took the glistening marble stairs up to the balcony.
“Hmm, physical? Like, ass, tits?” Finn had his thick arm around my waist, his hand slipping enough to shake my ass.
“Yes. Just curious.” I knew exactly what mine was; I had always wondered his.
“Your eyes. I mean, your ass is incredible.” Another shake followed by his fingers digging in roughly, “Perfect, round, heart shaped, and looks damn good when you’re riding me. Your tits are spectacular, and I love those pretty nipples. But…it’s your amazing fucking eyes that do it to me every time. Because you show me everything you feel in your eyes. Broke my heart to see me hurting you because you couldn’t hide it; your eyes gave it away. They get greener the hotter you get for me. You laugh, and they flash bluer, less green. They’re like nothing else.” I gaped at him as he led us through the curtain to our box.
That had not been an answer I expected from Finn. It was beautiful and my heart swelled in my chest. Fuck, I loved him. I felt the words on the tip of my tongue. I don’t know why I held back. What kept me from saying it?
He had to see it because like he said, my eyes showed everything. Finn tugged out the lavish Louis XVI chair for me, and I sank into the plush tufted seat. Edging his closer to mine, he shoved my skirt up to wrap his hand around my thigh.
“Your turn. Favorite feature? I’m very curious now, Sweetheart.” His fingertips traced circles at my skin, slowly moving higher, and I could barely focus.
“Um…I could be obvious, as well as vulgar, and say your massive cock. I do love it. Not my favorite part, though. You might be surprised,” I let out a sound as breath left my body, his fingers shoving to the curve between my hip and sex, “because it’s not an obvious answer.” Finn chuckled, and the sound rocketed through me, settling low in my pussy.
“Oh yeah? Do tell, baby. Don’t mind me.” Another laugh, and my thighs trembled, his hand shoving them apart when they started to close.
“It’s uh…your arms. I mean, I love your hands, oh shit,” I was struggling to think, then he went and swiped his fingers over the wetness between my thighs, “but I love your arms. The tattoos and shit make them sexy. But I just love how they feel when you hold me. I feel safe. I like the shape of your muscles, the way they flex when you’re fucking me.” I moaned, low and long, when his fingers plunged inside me suddenly.
The lights had dimmed, and we looked like any other couple seated at the theatre. Music started, but I couldn’t focus as his fingers began pumping. Finn smirked that sexy half smile that had my thighs spreading wider for him.
His fingers curled inside me, his thumb joining in as it flicked and swirled at my swollen clit. I watched him in the dark, my head thrown back against the high back of the fancy chair.
“Finn…Jesus.” My hips rocked, despite my feeble attempt to pretend I gave a shit about our surroundings.
“Shh, behave, Sweet Girl. Watch the show. Let me watch you. So fucking sexy when you’re hot for me. You thought I might behave all night? Hmm? Knowing my woman’s pussy was bare? Hot and wet for me? You know better, don’t you, Sweetheart?” I moaned and attempted to nod, my eyes heavy as his fingers found a rhythm that matched the music swirling around us.
“Yes…I know better, baby. Oh, Finn,” I whimpered as he slowed down just when I was close, “God, yes.” My teeth tore at my bottom lip as he slid his fingers out, spreading my arousal over my swollen lips.
