𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 | 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞

Chapter 28

Finn

I'm being a prick again, but I can't seem to stop myself. She just told me about a man putting his hands on her and here I am about to strip her bare and do the same thing. I should just hold her at a time like this, but Christ, I want her and she wants me too.

That has to make it okay.

"I'll never let anyone hurt you," I tell her, hoping that makes it okay.

"I know."

My hands slip to her waist. I push her shirt up and then pull it over her head. Her black bra contrasts against her olive skin. It's so sexy.

I suddenly feel like a jerk because she's slept in these clothes all night. I should have undressed her earlier. It had to have been uncomfortable.

Leaning forward, I tease her lips open with my tongue. I need to taste her. Feel her as she takes a dip and tastes me too. It's so fucking crazy being here with her like this. We've had sex before, but this is different, which makes me feel like a pussy for thinking, but I don't care.

This girl is mine. I've had quite a few girls before, but none of them were mine. I didn't want them a part of me, to keep them, and with her I want nothing more than to keep her safe and keep her with me all the time.

Our mouths continue to lick and suck and tease at each other as I work the clasps on her bra. I swear she fucking purrs against my mouth as it falls to the floor.

I pull away because there's no way I can't not look at her right now. At her slender body, all tanned and toned.

"You're so sexy."

This gets a smirk out of her. Her hands are on me now, pushing my shirt off. I'm so hard for her. I'm about to make love to this girl. Damn that sounds stupid thinking of it that way, but it's true.

And I can't wait anymore.

I wrestle with her pants, pushing them down. Her panties match her bra in color and the fact that I want them off her and on the floor.

Mine come next. We're both grabbing at them and laughing. Fucking laughing because we're in such a hurry to have each other. It's never been like this—with her or anyone else.

I grab a condom from the drawer. Millie's lips come down hard on mine. We're fucking frantic and needy and urgent. I pick her up before covering her body with mine on the bed. I kiss her again. Her hands pull at my curls.

"Finn... hurry up."

We're laughing again. I never laugh like I do with her. Hours ago I was pissed and fresh from jail and being a prick to my mom, but now I'm here with her...

Happy.

I'm fucking happy.

"I want to play," I tease her. Flick her nipple with my tongue. One then the other. Her legs wrap around me and I push against her, feeling, not going inside.

Millie moans. Arches toward me and I know if I don't fill her, I'm going to go insane.

I rip the package open with my teeth. My forearms rest on the bed, one on each side of her head.

Her hazel eyes look up at me, spotlighted with the rising sun from outside.

My eyes don't leave hers as I push inside. Who the hell cares how it sounds because this feels different too. She clutches my back and I take her lips. We're moving together and it feels so good I could explode right now.

Our bodies are slick with sweat and I love how that feels too.

I keep going. Harder. Faster. For her. For me. Because I want to keep this up. I want to keep this feeling. Of her. Of being happy.