Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 118693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
“For starters, this is my favorite movie. Then we have the fact that we are babysitting so we shouldn’t be messing around. And then you factor in it’s your brother’s house and that just makes it weird.”
“It does not make it weird,” I replied while grabbing a handful of popcorn.
“Wait! Don’t take the good ones!”
Flash whimpered at our feet. Glancing down to him, I frowned. “Oh yeah. I forgot you were here.”
“Don’t you dare make him bark, Finn Ward. If you do, Presley will wake up, and you’re changing her diaper.”
I leaned back and drew her closer to me.
Another song started playing. Rory’s face lit up, and my chest tightened. Moving closer, I softly kissed her neck. She tilted her head, giving me better access. Bullshit she didn’t want to mess around—I could practically smell the desire come off her. Sliding my hand up her shirt, I rubbed her hardened nipple through her bra.
Her head dropped back against the sofa. “Finn…we…can’t.”
Running my tongue along her neck, I sucked in her earlobe and gently bit it. “Why can’t we, Éan?”
My cock was so fucking hard. Would it always be like this with Rory? The constant need to have her near me? To fill her so deep with my dick she’d begged for more?
Sliding my hand out from her shirt, I slipped it into my sweatpants, which she was wearing. I’d never seen her look so damn adorable as when she’d walked out of the bathroom at my parents’ dressed in my old sweatpants and T-shirt. Her hair was in a ponytail, and all I could think about was how I wanted to see that sight every day for the rest of my life.
Taking the bowl of popcorn, I set it on the coffee table. “I want to make out.”
She giggled and slowly lay down on the couch. “What are we, in high school?”
“Are you volunteering to dress up like a naughty schoolgirl?”
Her teeth sank into her lip, and my cock pulsed harder.
“Fucking hell, Rory. Don’t look at me like that.”
She shrugged and ran her fingers lazily down my chest before sliding her hand under my shirt. “I’m only trying to say that if you wanted me to, I would do it for you.”
My eyes about rolled to the back of my head imagining it. Crushing my mouth to hers, I kissed her hard. She gave back as well as she took. It was raw. Passionate. Filled with a pulsing sensation of heat and desire.
Rory stroked my cock through my jeans while I played with her nipples.
“Are you wet, Rory?”
“Yes. Oh, Finn.”
“Still don’t want to do this?”
She pushed back on my chest. “We have to move to the floor.”
What? The floor?
“What the hell for?”
“I can’t have sex on their sofa. That’s weird. What if you got your spooge on it?”
Drawing back, I lifted a brow. “Spooge? Did you seriously just call my cum that?”
“I did,” she stated while trying desperately to hide her laugh.
“You know, two minutes ago the heat radiating between us was insane, and you went off and ruined it by wanting to get on the floor because of my…spooge.”
“Do you want me?”
Rory ached as much for me as I did for her. I saw it in her eyes.
“Fuck yes.”
I pulled her off the sofa, and she thumped onto the floor.
“Ouch!” she cried out, then covered her mouth. We both remained perfectly still. When we heard no sign of Presley, I pulled her sweats down while she unbuttoned my jeans.
Slipping my fingers inside of her, I let out a groan. “Damn, baby. You’re soaking wet.”
“It’s the movie. It does that to me.”
I stopped moving and stared at her. When she busted out laughing, I lifted her ass some and slipped inside of her.
She drew in a breath. “Yes. Finn, that feels amazing.”
Flash walked up and stood at our side. We both turned and glared at him. “Go on, boy. Go lie down,” I said as I tried to stay focused.
He moved in closer.
“What is he doing?” Rory asked.
Oh God.
“He has a strange look in his eyes,” I whispered.
Rory grabbed my arms. “Oh no. He’s going to bark.”
“He wouldn’t.”
Flash let out a low growl.
Rory squeezed my arms. “He’s mad that I yelled at him before. This is his payback to me.”
I looked down at Rory. “What? Dogs don’t ‘pay back’ anything. He’s too stupid to know to do that.”
As if on cue…Flash barked.
Loudly and with a look of defiance in his eyes.
“Flash…bad boy!” I whisper-shouted.
He barked again; this time louder.
“Get off me, Finn. Make him stop!”
Flash ran from us and raced up the stairs.
“That bastard!” Jumping up, I started to take off but got tripped up by my jeans and fell forward. The coffee table was the only thing I saw as my head hit it.
“Finn!” Rory cried out.
“Shh! Don’t wake up—”