it.
The doorbell chimes and we all sigh in relief. Gaby leaps from her chair to open the door. Finlay takes the opportunity of us being alone and shifts his chair to face mine. Slowly, deliberately licking his lips, he leans over me and whispers into my ear, “You taste amazing and you sound unbelievable when you come.” He then backs away and stands up, taking his plate with him to the kitchen.
I can’t possibly eat any more food. My stomach is twisted up with knots because he makes me uncomfortable . Lies. He makes you feel alive. Grabbing up my plate I decide to clear the table. The room floods with Finlay’s friends and I have to keep myself busy because I’m convinced I have JUST ORGASAMED ON FINLAY’S FACE tattooed across my forehead.
“Hey, sexy,” Gavin says, slapping me on the butt as I make my way past him to the kitchen with the leftovers.
“Back off, Gavin,” Brad warns, with a disapproving glare.
“Woo, Brad, you haven’t even gone out yet which makes her fair game. Right, Finlay?”
“What are you talking about now?” Finlay asks, confused.
“Brad is taking Antonia on a date this weekend.”
Finlay’s eyes flick to me, lingering for a few silent beats before turning to Brad with an icy stare.
“We playing, or what?” he asks, completely ignoring that information.
“I think she should tell Brad to eat shit and let me take her out instead. You should tell me now, though, if you’re a screamer because I have to pre-warn the police not to come a-busting if my bitch is screaming while I’m thrusting.” Clearly amused by himself, Gavin breaks out into a chuckle.
“She’s not a piece of meat,” Gaby spits. “You’re like cavemen, or pigs. Yeah, pigs would be a better word to sum you up.” She hands me a glass of the wine she’s opened. Ignoring the judgmental “Age”comment her Brother makes. She’s wearing a pair of low-rise jeans and a sweater, and even in such casualwear, she rocks it like a model on a runway.
“Aww, don’t be jealous, Gabs. I’ll take you for a ride on my rhythm stick anytime.” Gavin sniggers, nudging Gaby’s arm.
“Watch it, Gavin,” Finlay warns, with no humor in his tone.
“What’s with everyone being so uptight? I’m only kidding,” Gavin grumbles, helping himself to Gaby’s dinner. I try to ignore the conversation they’re having, chugging my wine back and letting the alcohol numb my nerve endings so they don’t keep reacting to Finlay being in the room. My cell chirps from the counter, lighting up the screen with a new message.
Gavin’s an idiot who can’t get laid, hence him being here tonight.
U look beautiful. He’s dreaming to think he’s in ur league
X B
I look over to see Brad smiling at me and quickly text back.
Thanks, you’re sweet.
Clearly Gavin spends more time stroking his ego then anyone spends stroking him.
A
Hearing his phone beep and him laugh makes a smile tilt my lips; mine chirps again a second later. I swipe the screen then scan the room to find Finlay staring at me, making me feel guilty for texting his friend after what just happened. I know I shouldn’t, what happened was spontaneous and just two people who have been butting heads breaking the tension. With his tongue in your vajayjay ? Yeah, that’s what that was.
Finlay rises from his seat and makes his way over to the kitchen where I’m standing. I try to ignore him and flash my eyes down to my phone.
You’re the sweet one. I can’t wait to take you out.
You look all flushed and cute Tonight. I hope that’s because of me x B
Holy shit! He thinks my sex glow is because of him.
Laughter resonates from behind me. Finlay is reading over my shoulder, leaning forward, and pushing his body into the back of mine. He’s all hot and solid and . . . snap out of it!
I try to compose myself and straighten up, pushing against him to try and make him back off but instead I just meet resistance and every contour of his body finds a match with mine.
The doorbell chimes and we all sigh in relief. Gaby leaps from her chair to open the door. Finlay takes the opportunity of us being alone and shifts his chair to face mine. Slowly, deliberately licking his lips, he leans over me and whispers into my ear, “You taste amazing and you sound unbelievable when you come.” He then backs away and stands up, taking his plate with him to the kitchen.
I can’t possibly eat any more food. My stomach is twisted up with knots because he makes me uncomfortable . Lies. He makes you feel alive. Grabbing up my plate I decide to clear the table. The room floods with Finlay’s friends and I have to keep myself busy because I’m convinced I have JUST ORGASAMED ON FINLAY’S FACE tattooed across my forehead.
“Hey, sexy,” Gavin says, slapping me on the butt as I make my way past him to the kitchen with the leftovers.
“Back off, Gavin,” Brad warns, with a disapproving glare.
“Woo, Brad, you haven’t even gone out yet which makes her fair game. Right, Finlay?”
“What are you talking about now?” Finlay asks, confused.
“Brad is taking Antonia on a date this weekend.”
Finlay’s eyes flick to me, lingering for a few silent beats before turning to Brad with an icy stare.
“We playing, or what?” he asks, completely ignoring that information.
“I think she should tell Brad to eat shit and let me take her out instead. You should tell me now, though, if you’re a screamer because I have to pre-warn the police not to come a-busting if my bitch is screaming while I’m thrusting.” Clearly amused by himself, Gavin breaks out into a chuckle.
“She’s not a piece of meat,” Gaby spits. “You’re like cavemen, or pigs. Yeah, pigs would be a better word to sum you up.” She hands me a glass of the wine she’s opened. Ignoring the judgmental “Age”comment her Brother makes. She’s wearing a pair of low-rise jeans and a sweater, and even in such casualwear, she rocks it like a model on a runway.
“Aww, don’t be jealous, Gabs. I’ll take you for a ride on my rhythm stick anytime.” Gavin sniggers, nudging Gaby’s arm.
“Watch it, Gavin,” Finlay warns, with no humor in his tone.
“What’s with everyone being so uptight? I’m only kidding,” Gavin grumbles, helping himself to Gaby’s dinner. I try to ignore the conversation they’re having, chugging my wine back and letting the alcohol numb my nerve endings so they don’t keep reacting to Finlay being in the room. My cell chirps from the counter, lighting up the screen with a new message.
Gavin’s an idiot who can’t get laid, hence him being here tonight.
U look beautiful. He’s dreaming to think he’s in ur league
X B
I look over to see Brad smiling at me and quickly text back.
Thanks, you’re sweet.
Clearly Gavin spends more time stroking his ego then anyone spends stroking him.
A
Hearing his phone beep and him laugh makes a smile tilt my lips; mine chirps again a second later. I swipe the screen then scan the room to find Finlay staring at me, making me feel guilty for texting his friend after what just happened. I know I shouldn’t, what happened was spontaneous and just two people who have been butting heads breaking the tension. With his tongue in your vajayjay ? Yeah, that’s what that was.
Finlay rises from his seat and makes his way over to the kitchen where I’m standing. I try to ignore him and flash my eyes down to my phone.
You’re the sweet one. I can’t wait to take you out.
You look all flushed and cute Tonight. I hope that’s because of me x B
Holy shit! He thinks my sex glow is because of him.
Laughter resonates from behind me. Finlay is reading over my shoulder, leaning forward, and pushing his body into the back of mine. He’s all hot and solid and . . . snap out of it!
I try to compose myself and straighten up, pushing against him to try and make him back off but instead I just meet resistance and every contour of his body finds a match with mine.
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