Page 55 of Lies We Tell (Thistle Cove 3)

“So, you had sexy girl next door fantasies about me.”

“Hell yeah, I did,” he says, squeezing my thigh. “You were the sexiest girl next door ever. Still are.”

“So would you, you know,” I look down between his legs, “get excited thinking about it?”

“About you shirtless and flying? Hard as a fucking rock.” That pleases me more than it should. His eyes flick over me like he knows it. “I spent an inordinate amount of time thinking about what you were doing behind those closed shades.”

“Doing what?”

I want him to say it.

“Jerking off.”

“To me.”

“Yep.”

It makes me hot just thinking about it, like warm and damp between my legs. And one look between his legs tells me he’s turned on, too.

“Show me,” I say.

“You want me to…”

“Yes.”

Finn’s quite possibly the most secure person I know. Smart. Strong. Athletic. Skilled. But at this moment, he looks a little hesitant.

“You think this is something I can’t handle?” I ask, standing up and walking over to double check that my door is locked. It is. I turn off the overhead light and leave on the small lamp by the bed. “I’ve had your cock in my mouth.”

He chuckles and reaches for me, kissing me as I sit back on the floor. His hand dips under his sweatpants. A second later he reaches for his waistband and I say, “Wait!”

His eyes widen, self-doubt flickering across his face.

“I just want to make sure your nails are dry.” I take his hand and check. “I don’t think nail polish remover on such a sensitive part of your body would be a good idea.”

“You’re crazy, you know that?” he says with a chuckle.

“Just pragmatic.” I release his hands. “You’re all good.”

Our eyes meet and we’re back in the moment. He pulls his cock out, already hard, and strokes the length.

My heart skips a beat, strangely enthralled, and I lean back against the bed, watching him.

His movements are different than how I’d pleasure him. He has his own rhythm. Long and loose, thumb grazing the tip. I watch as it swells in his hand, turning a hot, dark pink. Finn’s eyes are hooded, and he asks, “You okay with this?”

“Yes. Don’t stop.”

His eyes drop to my mouth, then down to my chest, and he starts moving a little faster. I feel a pulse quicken down my panties. I’m turned on just watching him, seeing the long muscle in his forearm tense as he handles and teases his cock.

I’m surprised when he shifts, lowering his sweats and pulling out his balls. He cups and rolls them, jaw tightening as he brings himself closer. Something about the move encourages me, spurs me on and I lean back, dipping my own fingers beneath my panties. Finn’s eyes flick down to my hand and he lets out a low moan, before saying, “Babe,” under his breath.

I’m already wet. Throbbing. I roll the hot nub of my clit between my fingers and a shiver runs down my spine. My nipples pebble and I take my free hand and tug at the puckered flesh. Finn’s green eyes lock with mine and I’m startled by the hot, hungry desire in them.

“I can’t do this,” he mutters, dropping his cock and lunging for me.

“Fuck me,” I tell him, body aching, wanting.

He picks me up and tosses me on the bed, flat on my stomach.

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