Page 75 of A Little Secret
“If your brother comes home and hears us, he’ll kill me.” With one hand, I keep Fin pressed to me, our bodies still connected, and grab the comforter on the bed with my opposite one. Once it’s spread on the ground, I lay us down, keeping our bodies connected.
Sweat breaks out along my hairline as I stare down at her parted lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” I breathe out.
Her nails scrape against my back, proving she’s close, and I dip down to kiss her harder, branding her mouth with my own and swallowing her gasp as she squeezes my cock like a vice.
“Why do you feel so good?” she whispers. “Why is it so different with you?”
My sternum aches at her words. At what they mean, even if she doesn’t know it. Isn’t willing to recognize it.
Sitting us up, I lean my back against the edge of the bed, push the hair away from her face, and cup her jaw. I could joke about the size of my dick. I could tell her everyone’s different. I could tell her a lot of things. But the truth is…I don’t know why. Not really. She’s always called to me. Always. I don’t know why I’ve craved her more than anyone else—more than anyone I’ve ever been with. I don’t know why I like the way she crawls under my skin. The way she drives me insane. The way my chest squeezes when she smiles at me.
I don’t know a lot of things, but I do know she’ll always be different. This thing between us will always be different.
“Been searching all my life for that answer,” I admit. “If you figure it out, will you let me know?”
Her eyes dance with amusement, and she kisses me.
Rolling her hips, she rides me like a seasoned pro, and my eyes fall back in my head, too lost in the feel of her to analyze the pull between us. Especially now. When I’m so fucking close. As she burrows into the crook of my neck, I grab her waist and guide her movements, my balls tightening with every aching thrust until I can’t take it anymore. My cock jerks inside of her, and she bites the side of my throat, sucking on the flesh as her core milks me for every damn drop. Her muscles tighten before she melts on top of me like a hot stick of butter.
“Fuck,” she pants.
I laugh. “Fuck.”
I might not have ever had a girlfriend, but I’ve never been one to turn down a casual hookup, and now that I’m here with Fin. Each and every experience in my past islaughable. This girl? This girl means more than she’ll ever know.
“Did we, uh”—she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth—“did we really just do this?”
I flex my softening dick inside of her. “Pretty sure.”
“And, uh, what are the odds you’ll let me sweep this under the rug and pretend I didn’t just sleep with my brother’s best friend?”
“I’m gonna go with a zero percent chance.” I squeeze her thighs. “But I’m okay if you want to wait to announce it to the world.”
“Oh, so now there’s an announcement needing to be made?”
“Add it to the list, right?” I offer dryly.
She sobers. “Good point.”
“You could always let me be by your side, and we could air everything out at once.”
“Or we could take things slow, and you can be patient with me while I…figure everything out.”
“Everything…” A stone falls in my gut, and my amusement dissipates. Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t think we were gonna ride off into the sunset or some shit, but the reminder of how she isn’t as invested in this as I am burns. I fight the urge to move her off me and pull her closer, caught between two conflicting feelings and what they would mean if I followed through with either of them. Rejection is the last thing she needs right now, but it’s the last thing I need, too.
“Griff, I really do like you, and I really liked what we just did, but it’s not only me anymore.”
She won’t look at me. Maybe she can’t. Too busy drowning in all the unknowns of her future while adding me to one or two of the possibilities and analyzing whether or not my addition is a good idea. And I hate thatI get it. I understand her reservations. Fuck, I had no intention of sleeping with her when she walked into the kitchen this morning, but I don’t regret it, and I sure as shit would never take it back. I meant what I said. I care about her. I want her. And if it means I have to go at her pace or risk another rejection on the off-chance she gives us a real shot, then I’ll do it, even if it’s a bitch.
Grabbing the side of her face, I urge her to look at me. “Finley, you’re not alone in this.”
Her lips smash together as she forces herself to hold my gaze. I know she doesn’t believe me. I can see it in her eyes. Feel it in her silence. And in a way, she’s right. Idon’tknow. Not fully. I can’t. I’m not Finley. I haven’t been in her shoes, and I sure as shit can’t ever become pregnant. But if she thinks I don’t grasp the severity of her situation, or how weighted it really is, she doesn’t know me as well as I thought she did.
“Finley, you’re not alone in this,” I repeat. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“What if we…” She bites her bottom lip. “What if we wait to tell people?”
“Wait,” I repeat.