Chapter 20

Elspeth

I could hear Finn as he pounded down the stairs and although the small gym was far beneath me, the tension in the house was palpable. Something had gone wrong—very, very wrong. I was afraid I was the cause of it.

I changed my clothes after lunch, putting on a workout set of soft, pink stretch leggings and a matching sweatshirt. I found my way back to the gym and climbed aboard a treadmill. I felt a little abandoned by the obvious anger being taken out on the basketball court in the next room, but didn’t want to hide upstairs.

Finn came into the workout room then, a towel around his neck. His face glistened with perspiration and there was a dark look to his features.

“Hi,” I tried casually.

He waved a hand at me and headed into the bath area. I heard a door slam and assumed he’d gone into the sauna. I continued with my workout, moving to the stationary bicycle, but the rest of the equipment was unfamiliar to me, so I ignored it.

Finn hadn’t reappeared by the time I was done, so I slowly trudged up the stairs to my room and ran a steamy shower of my own. There was a baby blue terrycloth robe in my closet, and I pulled this on as I picked up my hairdryer and brush. My hair was long and thick and took quite a while to dry.

There were some home decorating magazines on the nightstand and I picked a couple up and began leafing through one while lying on the bed.

There was a tap on my door. “Elspeth?” It was Finn’s deep, rich voice.

“Come in,” I called and the door swung open beneath his hand. “Is everything okay?” I asked him.

Finn didn’t say anything right away, but stood there looking at me. I waited patiently.

“I wanted to apologize, but now that I’m here, other things are coming to mind,” he said without ceremony.

“Oh?”

He walked into the room and came to sit on the edge of my bed. I knew my robe wasn’t tightly closed, but I didn’t want to pull it together. I knew he could see a generous portion of my breast and that I wore no panties, but God help me… I wanted him to.

He reached forward, his fingertip sliding upward on the inside of my leg. “Sorry for being upset downstairs. When I get like that, it’s better to leave me alone,” he said, his voice so deep it seemed to resonate in his chest. His finger continued upward and when it reached the overlap of my robe, he pushed it open, exposing me entirely to his view from the waist down.

I watched as his head bent slowly, almost as if asking permission. I could smell the shampoo from his shower downstairs; his hair was wet and curling along his neck. His masculinity was almost like a force field in reverse, drawing me toward him. His finger began to play in the soft, short curls of my pubic hair, an absent-minded playfulness. I held my breath and felt my juices rushing to swell my woman’s lips.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked in a low voice.

I considered his words. Every part of me that was private and frightened screamed yes. Every part of me that was vulnerable and wanted to feel his powerful body against mine again to qualm my fears said no.

“No,” I whispered and he looked at me, his eyes registering not a mocking victory, but the acceptance and surrender that I was offering to him. He took it.

Nodding at our mutual agreement, he reached to slowly open my robe and lay it wide, drawing in his breath as he looked at me. Before, we’d been in the darkness; a comforting interaction in somewhat hazardous circumstances. This time, however, it was different.

Reverently, he parted my pussy and bent to kiss the swollen skin, tugging the lips open to reveal my hardening nub. His tongue flicked this rhythmically, and my legs opened involuntarily as I let my head fall backward on the pillows and closed my eyes.

There was no hiding today—no modesty or partial covering. The sun was bright despite the brutal cold outdoors, and it bathed our skin in a blue-white glare that left nothing to the imagination.

I opened my eyes as he attended to my body and saw the rigid hardness of his penis against the cloth of his terrycloth shorts. I reached out and hooked my finger inside the elastic, pulling it toward me and downward at the same time. He hesitated only long enough to push them off and kick them to the floor. The sight of him made me gasp; I hadn’t realized in the darkness how magnificent he was.

He knelt over me, straddling my legs, and his cock beckoned to me. Pushing up from the pillows, I took it in my hand and had the overwhelming need to taste it in my mouth. As my tongue rimmed his tip, I licked his full circumference and then plunged him into my throat. A sound of ecstasy and animal need came from deep in his chest. Almost a cry of possession, although it was he who was being possessed.

He pulled out of my throat and in the same motion, swung around until he lay perpendicular to my legs. He forced them wide and buried his face against my clitoris, his tongue swathing my tender flesh. It swelled with moisture at his coaxing. His index finger was faintly stroking my anal opening as he lifted me upward to meet his face, the rough texture of his unshaven chin stimulating me at the same time.

Then came the cry of his impatience and he rose to his knees and straddled me, my legs splayed wide beneath his eyes. He pulled me closer to him, his hands upon my hips. Then, with a momentary arch of his back, he plunged his penis into me. I felt the welcome sensation of his heated organ tunneling into me. Every nerve ending screamed with yearning and when he reached my depth, there was an ache that involved no pain, only the desire for more.

I wrapped my legs over his lower back, fighting hard to keep him inside of me as the spasms began. He knew, and his hands melted upward over my stomach to cup my breasts. Then he lay atop me, sucking my nipples as they craved his touch. I felt the heat of his semen as it flooded me and my vaginal muscles lapped at him, refusing to let go.

Finn rolled onto his back, taking me with him. He stayed inside of me, his long arms wrapped tightly over my back in a fierce, possessive grasp. I felt our combined juices trickle out of me and onto his powerful thigh. He chuckled as he felt the sensation, and if anything, hugged me even more possessively.

Lifting my head, I swung my long hair to one side, off his face. I studied his eyes and saw a possessive peace there, convincing me to close my own and nestle more deeply into his world of safety and strength.

In that moment, I knew. Even if there was another man in my obscured past, even if I had at some point belonged to another, the man who lay beneath me and held me in his arms reigned supreme. I kissed each of his nipples and settled my cheek into the light covering of hair on his chest. I was home.