FULL NOVELXO Finn Rhodes Forever: Chapter 41
I STARED with a mix of horror, shock, and amusement as six men from the fire department entered the stage in their full gear. The crowd went crazy, screaming and hollering and stamping their feet. Miri choked, having inhaled a feather from her boa.
Finn locked eyes with me from the stage and shot me that wicked grin.
I couldn’t breathe.
Sadie howled with laughter. “What?” she shrieked, laughing into her hands. “Did you know about this?”
“No,” I squawked, unable to tear my gaze from Finn’s.
Unlike the professional dancers before, the fire department didn’t have choreography, but as the song played, they slowly peeled clothing off until they were stripped down to their boxer briefs.
The crowd ate it up. I’d never heard so much screaming. Bills fluttered through the air, landing on the stage as the pile of clothing behind each firefighter got bigger and more skin was visible.
My eyes were on Finn the entire time, and his eyes were on me.
I already knew Finn was hot. I already knew his muscles looked airbrushed, every ridge and line cut into his body like stone. I had seen the ink spanning his skin and how it moved with him.
But like this? In the dim lighting, with music playing, with his eyes lighting me on fire like that? He was like a god, and I had the urge to run my tongue over each tattoo.
I tore my gaze up from his body to his eyes and he smiled wider, more arrogantly. Rakishly, even. His gaze traced my skin, lingered on the choker around my neck, on the swell of my breasts. He stared at me like he wanted me. Between my legs, I twinged.
It made me fucking horny.
A slow, sexy smile appeared on his face and he lifted an eyebrow. I shivered.
“Show our gentlemen how much you appreciate them,” Emmett said over the mic, and another roar of cheers rose up.
The music volume decreased, and Emmett continued.
“These fine firefighters have asked the audience for a volunteer.”
Gasps rose up, and everyone turned to Sadie.
She shook her head, smiling. “Hell, no.”
“It’s your baby shower,” I persisted, laughing. “This is what you wanted.”
“Who’s the lucky winner?” Emmett’s voice rang out, and Sadie grabbed my arm and yanked it up.
“What?” I croaked, shaking my head, trying to pull my arm back. “No way!”
Pregnant women were strong. She waved my arm in the air, but Finn’s gaze had never even left me. He advanced on us and my gut dipped.
Sadie leaned into my ear. “It’s my baby shower, I get to choose.” She started clapping. “Olivia, Olivia, Olivia.”
Of course, the crowd around us joined in, chanting my name.
Finn drew closer and my face flamed hot. He dropped off the stage, standing right in front of me as more raucous cheering rose up around us.
“Hi, Liv,” he said, grinning.
The opening bars of Ginuwine’s ‘Pony’ played, and the crowd lost their minds.
He stepped forward and leaned down so his mouth was beside my ear. He brushed the shell with his lips, and I sucked in a lungful of his scent. It made the spot between my legs pulse.
“This is for your last stunt,” he murmured.
My mouth fell open and I huffed, half amused, half turned on. Firecrackers went off in my chest as I gazed up at him, hovering over me with that smirk.
Fuck. That smirk was so hot. I hated that I was so easily lured in by it.
I shook my head at him, holding his gaze. I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face. Round and round we went, getting back at each other, and I didn’t mind one bit.
Finn stepped forward, hands on the back of my chair as he stood with my legs in between his. His hips started rolling, making his abs ripple.
His eyes didn’t leave mine once.
“Shameless,” I whispered and his pupils blew, reading my lips.
His hands came to the backs of my knees and he yanked me forward, sliding me down the chair so I was directly beneath him. My eyes widened, and another round of screams and hoots rose from the crowd as he worked his hips against mine.
His abs danced as he moved, his obliques popped and jumped, and the ridges of his chest and stomach begged to be traced by my finger. His tattoos mesmerized me. I reached out but he grabbed my hand in his.
“Ah, ah,” he warned, eyes dancing. “No touching.”
I huffed a laugh. We were in a room full of screaming people but I barely noticed.
He dropped to his knee and my breath caught. My smile dropped. He quirked a funny, delirious look at me, an expression that said now what?
The way he was posed on one knee like that—
My heart shot into my throat. I was vaguely aware of people screaming oh my god! Oh my god!
“Finn,” I hissed, sending him murder eyes.
If he proposed like this, I was going to kill him.
“Do not.” I sounded like a demon, voice tense and raspy. “Do not.”
A slow, wicked smile hitched on his mouth. His smile said, but what if I did?
I blinked. My chest was a shaken-up pop can, ready to explode and fizz everywhere. What if he did?
His eyes narrowed, so cocky and sexy. “It would be an incredible story.”
This was crazy. I choked out a laugh and his grin widened. I wasn’t actually considering this, was I? My stomach tumbled like I was on a roller coaster, and my pulse went haywire.
He stood and lowered himself over me, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
One of his corded arms reached out to support himself on the back of my chair while the other hand threaded into my hair, anchoring me. My pulse thrummed between my legs as my eyes settled on his.
His eyes flashed dark and wild and I felt drunk, strung along by my intense attraction to Finn Rhodes. Up, down, left, right, he yanked me with him, along for the ride, and I didn’t even mind anymore.
My lungs felt tight like I couldn’t get a full breath as we watched each other.
His irises were dark like dusk. “Look at you, Olivia,” he said, and it sounded like an accusation. Like how dare I look so hot tonight? Awareness shot through me, and I shivered at the way he said my full name.
He leaned in. “Are your panties wet?” he asked, for my ears only.
I pulled back, giving him my own smug smile, and slowly shook my head. “Not wearing any.”
His eyes blazed wild before he closed them, sucking a breath in.
Was this doing anything to convince me of the new, improved Finn? The responsible, reliable guy? Nope.
Did I care? Not even a little.
He tucked a lock of hair behind my ear and my mind slurred, drunk on lust. “Thought you said no touching,” I called over the music.
“That was just a suggestion.”
His mouth dropped to mine and the noise from the crowd turned deafening. Every person in that place must have been screaming. The windows were probably shaking. Noise roared to the rafters, but I was consumed by the taste of Finn, his tongue in my mouth, stroking me, firm and unrelenting, hungry and needy. His hands in my hair. His warm skin brushing mine.
His kiss felt like sex and I needed more.
My hands were in his hair, on his chest, raking down his back. He groaned as my nails scratched him, and I hoped I left marks.
Good. Show everyone. Let everyone see that I desperately wanted to fuck him and be fucked by him.
I DIDN’T SEE Finn after he left the stage, but I thought about him all night. I thought about him as we went for drinks at the cocktail bar of a hotel in Queen’s Cove. I thought about him as I got a ride home. And I thought about him as I stepped inside my apartment.
Was he inside his apartment, thinking about me?
A pressure tugged between my legs and my eyebrows pinched together in frustration. I threw the flimsy lock closed and raced to my room, not even bothering to close my bedroom door before flopping on my duvet. My hand slipped under my dress.
The first brush of my fingers sent a warm squeeze of pleasure through me, and my back arched. I let out a long, slow breath, closing my eyes and thinking about Finn between my legs. Thinking about him bending me over the bar, stroking me, spanking me, and licking my pussy. The groan he let out when he tasted me, how his mouth vibrated against my clit. The way he took control and made me take my pleasure. I thought about him kissing me tonight, how hot his tattoos had looked on display. I shuddered, moving my fingers in fast, light circles, dragging wetness over my clit. My skin was fire and ice, and I squirmed.
God, being fucked by Finn was going to be so good. So fucking good. His cock was thick and I remembered how it had felt for him to push inside me. Seeing the expression on his face as he stroked into me would send me over the edge. Even now, even imagining it, I was soaked.
An idea formed in my head and I stopped. My own wicked smile stretched across my face as I reached for my phone.
I opened up a new text to Finn and hit the button to record a voice note.
Danger thrilled through my blood as I touched myself, heightening every sensation. The phone caught every gasp, every moan, every whimper as I edged toward my climax. I bit hard into my lip, grinning at the picture of Finn’s expression in my mind as he listened to it.
“Finn,” I moaned as my fingers worked faster.
Finn might be the devil, but I could be, too.
With Finn on my mind and my hand between my legs, I found my release. White heat arced through me, blinding me, and my hips bucked as the waves of warmth and tension and pleasure crashed through me.
I sighed back into the pillows and hit send before typing Listen to that alone. A chuckle slipped out of me as I stared at the text conversation.
He was going to lose his mind. My smile stretched and I sighed again, relaxed but not fully sated. Nothing was quite as good as sex with Finn.
I lay there for a few moments, catching my breath and willing myself to get up and get ready for bed with no success.
A noise in the hallway caught my attention. Footsteps.
Three loud, booming knocks on my front door. My eyes went wide and my pulse turned erratic.
“Olivia.” His voice was thick. “Let me in right now.”
Hand over my mouth, I laughed silently, butterflies tumbling around my stomach at his dangerous tone. He could wait. This game was too fun.
With a crack, the door burst open. I sat straight up, eyes wide as I took in the splintered doorframe, and Finn stepped inside my apartment, eyes blazing.
“I’ll fix that tomorrow,” he said in a low voice, eyes raking over me where I lay in the middle of the bed like a present to him.