Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 140742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
“He’d already contacted you when we spoke?” he bites out.
“Earlier that day,” I say. “He told me he had the guest list for that night and that he’d show it to me if we met up. I didn’t want to tell you since our conversation was already…” I bite my lip and look away. “Awkward enough, I guess.”
He brings a hand up and pinches my chin lightly as he turns my face to his. “You knew I’d object to this.”
“I don’t need your permission, Finneas.” My eyes narrow and he mirrors the action. “And I took precautions. We met at a coffee shop and I took Livie with me.”
“I still don’t like it.” He drops his hand and looks away, taking a deep breath and shaking his head. “Tate?”
My stomach rumbles again as I nod. How long had they been hooking up behind my back? I think about Mallory and how much she loathed Tate; and Tate, who never wanted to hang out with her and stayed home if he knew she’d be around. I bite my lip and blink away hot, angry tears as I start walking toward our building. Who knows how many people saw the spectacle at the coffee shop, or us arguing on the sidewalk? Fuck. Being tagged in pictures is the absolute last thing I need to worry about, but I can’t help it.
The walk to my apartment is a blur. Before I know it, I’m in the elevator and Finn is beside me. He pushes the button to shut the doors quickly—the button to his floor, not mine.
“I think I need to be alone right now,” I whisper, looking at my sneakers.
“Tough. I’m not letting you out of my fucking sight.”
My head snaps up. He’s looking at the doors, his shoulders bunched with tension. He looks like he’s ready to burst and I already know if he yells at me again, I’m walking out. As the doors open, my phone buzzes with a call from Damian.
“Where are you?” he asks.
“Going to Finn’s.”
“I’m on my way to pick up his car at the lot with Liv, but I’ll be over as soon as we get back. I don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into, and I know I don’t have to tell you how motherfucking pissed off I am that you didn’t come to me about it, but I’m telling you anyway.”
“You’ve been busy,” I say, my voice flat, as I slip my shoes off by the door when I walk into the apartment.
“Don’t use that lame-ass excuse. You know I’m never too busy for you! I’ll see you in an hour.” He hangs up before I can get another word in, and I toss the phone on the kitchen counter.
I turn around and find Finn staring at me with a dark expression I can’t decipher. I get that he’s upset since he hates Tate and loved his sister, but I just found out my friend and my ex-boyfriend of two years were sleeping together. My heart stops when he closes the distance between us in two strides. For a split second, we just stare at each other, and then his fist is grabbing the front of my shirt and his lips are crashing down on mine.
52
FINN
Ikiss her in a desperate frenzy, my tongue plunging deep into her mouth. I tuck my hands underneath her shirt and splay them over her ribcage. My hands slide up, needing to feel every inch of her skin to make sure she's real, that she's actually here … and actually mine. When I reach her breasts, I pause and break the kiss.
“No bra?” I ask, breathing heavily.
“I don’t usually have one on when I wear oversized shirts.”
“Good to know.”
I kiss her again, my hands covering her breasts. She breaks the kiss and throws her head back with a gasp when I tease her nipples. She’s so fucking sexy. I take a step back and lower her to her feet so I can yank the t-shirt over her head. We undress quickly, like we’re trying to break a record. Once we’re naked, I hoist her up and push her against the wall again, my lips on hers as one hand plays with her tits and the other slips between us.
She breaks the kiss and digs her fingers into my shoulders when I find her slit. “Oh my … Finn…”
“That’s right, baby. Your Finn.”
I lift her a little higher to suck a nipple into my mouth, biting it as I let go. That earns me a yelp. I do it again and dip a finger inside her, groaning when I find her wet already. Normally, I would spend adequate time on foreplay and making her come before I fuck her, but I’m desperate for her, so I line my cock to her pussy and thrust hard.