Travel (A Jack and Finn Harries Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty-Two

           I did something pretty crazy in this chapter and I hope you like it. I just thought it could move the story along so much better, you know? Comment and let me know what you think? Pleeaassee? :) 

          Finn’s arm is draped over my shoulders. He keeps stumbling about in a drunken daze, and I feel like he only put his arm around me to keep himself on his feet. I look ahead as Ella hangs off of Jack. He doesn’t seem very interested in her and it almost makes me happy to watch.

            “You look so hot,” Finn whispers in my ear, “You’re so hot, Ash.”

            “You’re drunk.”

            “That doesn’t mean you aren’t hot,” his mouth plays and nibbles at my ear, “I’m going to rip that dress off of you when we get home.”

            “Babe, shhh,” I hold my pointer finger over my lips when Jack snaps his head around to stare at us.

            “What? I don’t care who hears me.”

            “Finn, bro, how much have you had to drink?” Jack asks him.

            Finn shrugs carelessly as he approaches the car, running his fingers through his hair. Jack stares at his brother with a worried look. Ella falls into the passenger seat and I slide into the back with Finn. I feel bad when I catch the irritated look on Jack’s face through the rearview mirror. He’s the only sober one in the car, and I know how much it sucks to be the designated driver.

            Ella turns on the radio and turns the volume up when an obnoxious pop song starts playing. I don’t personally like the song, but Ella seems to enjoy it a lot. Finn leans over and places his hand on my thigh while his lips firmly press into my neck. I turn my head to face him and he locks lips with me, moving his hand further up my leg. I’m a little caught off guard. His heated, sloppy kisses only add to the intoxicated feeling swelling inside of my body.

            Finn smells like fresh, manly cologne and I like it. My hands find his jawline while his hand sneaks up my dress. Finn’s skin is warm and smooth and his hair is extremely soft. His other hand grazes over my shoulder so that my strap falls loose. I can feel his fingers rubbing over my panties and I’m becoming short of breath.

            Finn’s teeth bite down on my bottom lip and tug playfully.

            “Finn,” I press my hand against his chest and push him away.

            In his drunkenness he stares at me with a confused glare, “C’mon, what?”

            “Not… here…” I pant as I try to keep my voice low so that we don’t draw attention to ourselves from the backseat.

            His eyes are smoldering and his smile gives me butterflies. Finn falls back into his side of the backseat and I can hear a low chuckle start to rise. He holds my hand and rubs his thumb against my skin soothingly. I lift my head and meet eyes with Jack through the rearview mirror. He looks away instantly and stares at the road while gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles are white.

            I don’t know how I’m going to make it through the remainder of this trip.

Two months later.

            “Mom,” I sigh heavily, “I miss you too.”

            “This is just insane, Ashely. We send you on a small, family trip for a couple of weeks and then we don’t see you for two months! Your father is furious!”