Page 157 of Finn Rhodes Forever

“Baby,” I gritted out, jaw tight. “Need to move inside you.”

Her head bobbed in a jerky nod and I pulled out before pushing back in, moaning. Her pussy clenched.

“Your moans make me so wet,” she gasped.

Another wave of her arousal coated my erection. I gave her hip a squeeze. “I can feel it.”

I found a rhythm and when her gasps and moans made the pressure around the base of my spine tighten, I reached around to her clit to stroke her into an orgasm. It didn’t take long. With Olivia, the third was always the easiest. I brushed her clit with gentle, fast, fluttery strokes the way she had done in front of me the other night, and before long, she was crying my name into the blanket while her muscles flexed and spasmed around me.

“I can’t hold out any longer,” I told her. “Need to come inside you.”

She nodded, still pulsing and squeezing around me, and I began to fuck her harder, thrusting into her as desire sliced through my brain. My balls pulled up close to my body and my head tipped back as heat raced up my spine.

“Olivia,” I managed as I palmed her ass, stroking her soft skin before I laid a quick slap across her ass cheek. She moaned and tightened on me again, and I slipped over the edge of control.

My heart banged in my chest as my pleasure boiled over and I spilled inside her. My cock pulsed as I came, filling her and getting her inner thighs even more slick. I emptied into her, pressing my hips into her ass, unable to think, unable to speak, suspended in time and space, buried deep inside the woman I loved.

Where I belonged.

We collapsed onto the blanket together, me still inside her as we caught our breaths. She let out a soft, relaxed noise as I pressed a kiss to the back of her shoulder.

“I love your new job,” I whispered into her ear, and she shook with laughter.

Epilogue 2 - Olivia

In my oldapartment above the bar, where I had lived on and off since I was eighteen years old, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Downstairs, I could hear people gathering for Finn’s and my birthday party. My gaze traveled up and down my dress.

I never,everthought I’d wear a dress like this.

I smiled at myself.

Footsteps in the doorway caught my attention and I turned to see Finn leaning on the doorframe, wearing a navy-blue suit that made his eyes stand out.

Even after all this time, all these years of knowing him, I couldn’t get over how handsome he was. His hair was unruly and a little curly, the sharp line of his jaw beckoned me to trace a finger down it, and the curve of his lips made me want to grab him by the lapels and make out with him.

“Wow.” He blinked at me in my dress. “You look hot.”

I snorted. “You’re supposed to say I look beautiful.”

His expression turned wicked. “You do, but you also look hot.” He leaned on the doorframe. “You ready?”

I nodded. “Yep.”

I realized what we were about to do and emotion rushed up my throat.

Finn caught the expression on my face and sighed in a dramatic way, making me laugh. “No way. Are you going to cry?”

I winced through my laughter. “I think I might.”

“If you cry, I’ll cry.” He walked toward me, slow footsteps echoing in my old, empty bedroom.

“If you cry,” I told him, “your brothers will cry.”

“And if my brothers cry, that means everyone else is crying.”

I rolled my lips, chest shaking with laughter. “Your mom is going to be sobbing.”

He gazed at me, smiling, and let out a sigh, like he could spend forever looking at me. My heart squeezed up into my throat. “This is going to be a shit show, isn’t it?”

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