Page 118 of Rules in Love
She was so fucking wet, but I needed more. I refocused my energy back on her clit and tried to ignore the blinding ache of my own.
She grabbed my head, gently guiding me into the perfect position, and cried for me desperately. “Your fingers, Finn. Please, I need you to fill me.”
A moan, deep from within my soul, was my only response. I took one hand from her ass and slowly slid it up her thigh, running my fingers through her wetness and then sliding a single finger inside.
“More, I need more.”
A second finger slipped in and fucked her, and she clung to my back, digging her nails into my flesh as I worked them in and out while continuing to taste her. The first few thrusts were awkward. I wasn’t sure I was doing it right as I’d never done this in an upright position. But the wild, hedonistic reactions, movements, and sounds escaping her told me I was probably doing okay.
“Fuck me, Finn,” she breathed. “Harder!” I added a third finger and pumped hard and fast against her G-spot. My tongue became frenzied, and I quickly found a rhythm that had her begging for mercy. Releasing her grip off my back, her hands pulled on my curls, her whole body shook, and her pussy tightened around my fingers. Finally, she released, coming on my tongue as she screamed my name repeatedly.
She pushed my head deeper in, moving my lips against her entrance, desperate for the wave to continue, for the feeling to never end. I let her use and abuse me for as long as she desired. When she could take no more, she stepped back. I pulled my head out from between her legs, slid to the floor, and took several long, deep, lung-filling breaths.
The combination of sexual thrill and lack of oxygen hit me hard, and I began to feel a little dizzy. Scar soon joined me, slumping to the floor, just as breathless and giddy.
“For the love of fuck, Finn. I hope you’re not too exhausted. That lingerie cost me a fortune, and I’m not leaving this room till I get it on and you’ve ripped it back off.”
Our hands entwined, and we sat looking at each other, laughing, panting, and smiling.
“Have you…phew, I’m knackered…enjoyed our first Christmas together, Miss Grant?”
“Why, yes, I have. How about you? Has today lived up to your always-lofty expectations, Mr. Austen?”
“Bloody oath.”
“Oh, God. Are you going to go full Aussie on me? Should I open the Urban Dictionary on my phone in preparation?”
I sat up and flashed my cheekiest grin. The one I knew melted her bones. “Maybe it’s a good idea. You will have to practice your Aussie for when we go home next month.”
“What?” Scarlett bolted upright so fast, her head smacked into my chin, and we both fell back against the floor.
“Shit, Scar. I thought you’d be excited, not try to knock me out.”
“Sorry, but Australia? You want us to go to Australia next month? But…but…”
“But nothing. It’s all sorted, all approved at work. Hey, don’t look at me like that, Red. This has nothing to do with me controlling the situation and everything to do with spontaneity, and to make sure that was the case, Teddy gave me the all clear. I didn’t want to book the flights if we both couldn’t get the time off work, and even if, for some ridiculous reason, you didn’t want to go, I made sure the flights could be changed, and the four of us could choose somewhere else.”
“The four of us? So, the kids are coming too?”
“Of course, I want you and Ben to see where Iris and I come from. Part of sharing our life is sharing our past. You’ve helped me see that, Scar. Technically, it may be five of us. I’m trying to talk Evie into coming.”
“Free babysitting!” we chanted in unison while high-fiving.
“It’s gonna be great, Red. A whole month of summer days, sleeping in, and sex on the beach.”
The look on her face was worth a hundred airfares. Her mouth was forming a perfect little O before, but it was so wide now I could comfortably park my Jeep inside. “A month!”
“Yeah,” I laughed. “It’s a bloody long way to fly, Red. There’s no point sitting on a plane for twenty-three hours and only staying for a week. A month gives us heaps of time. I can show you Byron, but we can drive to Sydney and up north to Queensland too.”
“Oh, my God. This is incredible. I would love nothing more than to go home with you and to travel wherever you want to take me, Finn. This is the sweetest, most generous thing anyone has ever done for Ben and me. I just can’t believe it. I am definitely freaking out, but it’s bloody brilliant, thank you.”
After a thorough kissing, the cheesy grin returned. “Ahh, you’re welcome. I’m just so damned relieved you’re pleased and said yes.”
“Did you honestly think I would say no? You must stop with the surprises, though. I’m going to bloody pass out!” She was genuinely blown away. And so was I. Not only with her response, but with what a difference a few weeks and a few dozen heartbreaking, tear-filled conversations can make. I felt free. Happy. In love.
Signs of life soon returned to the house. Noisy little footsteps could be heard up and down the stairs, and adorable, contagious laughter soon followed. “Looks like your little outfit will have to wait, Red. Never mind, though. I’ll get the kids out on the bikes and wear them out. We can get them asleep again in no time.” Knowing Scarlett’s nakedness gave me an unfair advantage, I decided to give a bit of cheek. “And hey, if the bikes don’t work, we can always feed them some of your banoffee pie. That will knock them out for sure.” I took off, running out the door and down the hall, laughing as she yelled after me.
“Wait! What do you mean? I thought you loved my pie!”
