Page 96 of Finn Rhodes Forever

I switched hands so I could loop my arm around her shoulder to keep her warm. We were quiet for a few minutes, staring at the fire, watching sparks crack and arc in the air before fading out.

In moments like this, with Liv’s head on my chest, our fingers intertwined, everything felt right. It was like the universe was finally putting the puzzle pieces of our lives into place.

My mind wandered back to Liv’s bad haircut, the date with the Thompsons, and the ugly clothes. She’d stopped avoiding me after that night in the bar, and after tonight, when she admitted she missed me?

It felt like she was all in.

Wariness surged in my blood, and I really fucking hoped Liv didn’t have something up her sleeve. She’d crush me.

I turned my head and pressed a kiss into her hair, inhaling her scent. After what I did, I deserved it.

When the fire burned down to the ashes and Liv could barely keep her eyes open, we climbed into the tent. She reached for me, but I held her wrists.

“You’re tired,” I told her. “You’re half asleep already.”

She made an unhappy noise. “What’s the point of us staying in the same tent then?” She sounded pissed, and it made me grin. Maybe she was thinking about the other night in the bar as often as I was.

Fuck,that had been hot, her bent over and submitting to me. The number of times I’d jerked off thinking about that in the last week was obscene.

“Come here,” I said, pulling her to me so we were spooning. My hand slipped into the front of her leggings and she moaned as I found her clit. “You’re wet already. How’d that happen?”

“Shut up,” she murmured, grumpy, and I grinned and massaged her. Her ass ground into my cock and my balls ached. “Did you bring condoms?”

“No, because we’re not doing that tonight.” I pressed kisses up the side of her neck and felt her shudder. “When we finally fuck again, I’m going to take my time.”

She shuddered under my touch. “Rude.”

I slipped two fingers inside her and she whimpered. My other hand was under her top, pinching her nipples, making her gasp, and within minutes, she was an arching, moaning mess, calling my name and pulsing around my fingers, soaking my hand.

When she was done, I sucked her release off my fingers. She tried to turn around but I held her to my chest. “No. Go to sleep.”

She wiggled under my arms and I laughed as she fought me before she relented, sinking back into me.

“I’ll get you back,” she mumbled, half asleep.

“Yeah? How?”

“I’m going to take you on another date.”

“Pass. Your dates are terrible. It’s my turn.”

“I like torturing you.” Her words slurred with sleep.

I grinned and pulled her closer, keeping her warm. She wasn’t trying to get me to dump her anymore, she was toying with me. I liked her torturing me, too, and even if she dragged me on another terrible date, I’d gladly go just to spend more time with her.

37

Olivia

“Dot’s got a set of lungs,”my dad commented from behind the counter as we watched her sing Bon Jovi’s ‘Living on a Prayer’at the bar’s karaoke night.

I smiled as the bar patrons cheered her on. She didn’t even need the lyrics on the screen, she knew all the words.

“When I sell this place,” my dad continued, “I’m going to stipulate that the new owner needs to do at least four karaoke nights per year. They’re so fun.”

I grinned. When my parents were traveling last year, we didn’t do karaoke night. I had enough going on with training Sadie, ordering, inventory, and payroll. I hadn’t heard the end of it though. My dadlovedkaraoke night.

My dad gave me a side-long look. “You feeling okay about all of that?”

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