The long days were starting to wear on Finn. Not to mention the bullshit they continued to put up with thanks to the bastard of a mayor. They’d failed the inspections more times than he could count. So much even Nash, Mr. Easygoing himself, was starting to get pissed.
To make up for the missed time, they’d been busting their asses. Up and working by six a.m., if not earlier, and if he was lucky, he dragged his ass up to the apartment around eight in the evening. Fourteen-hour-plus days of manual labor really sucked the life out of a person. And he was cranky as hell about it.
He and Nash had cut out early since they’d be back later that evening for a quick meeting with Rory. It’d been divine intervention that he and Nola had run into her those weeks ago at the hardware store, because she’d taken it upon herself to help them out of the goodness of her heart. Bossy thing that she was, she’d turned out to be a godsend for them—not only did she know what she was doing, but she was helping them out for free. Which, in Finn’s book, made her damn near an angel, despite the fact that she was definitely a devil to work with.
An incoming text buzzed on Finn’s phone. Rory. Got the samples in. 8 still work for y’all?
Finn typed out a quick reply in the affirmative as he walked out of his bedroom. Drew sat on the couch, typing away on his laptop.
“Rory’s comin’ by at eight to show us materials or whatever.” Finn bypassed him and headed straight for the kitchen to throw together a sandwich. “If we still plan to have the soft opening right around the Fourth of July parade, we need to get our asses in gear pickin’ out this shit.”
Drew grunted. “We’d be a helluva lot further if Dick would stop with all the damn roadblocks.”
He wasn’t wrong. Every single one of them had about had it with the mayor. “Luckily, we’ve got Nash on our side. That guy can find his way out of any bit of trouble.”
“Trouble in the form of an asshole mayor with a grudge. If Dick had it his way, we’d have been long gone by now.”
Finn didn’t have to look up to know Drew was staring in his direction; he could feel it. There’d been an unspoken agreement to leave the whole when are we leaving conversation alone. And while Finn had made the decision that it’d take an act of God to get him to leave again, he hadn’t exactly filled his twin in on it. Though, with the connection they shared, Finn would be surprised if Drew didn’t already know, or at least have an idea of what was coming.
“Luckily Dick doesn’t always get his way.” He finished off his sandwich in four bites. “I’m gonna call Willow—see if she wants to come over.”
Drew narrowed his eyes as Finn strolled back toward his bedroom. “Tell me one thing.”
“Yeah.”
“Do I need to start figuring out how to get Momma and all our shit back here?”
Finn could lie to his brother, pretend he hadn’t already made up his mind. But what was the point? Drew would see through it in a heartbeat. Besides, they’d made it a point their whole lives to cut the bullshit and just go with the truth. “Probably.”
Drew hummed low in his throat, as if he wasn’t at all surprised. “Good thing I already got started, then, huh?”
“Knew I kept you around for a reason.” Finn smiled at the back of Drew’s head, then continued on to his room. A weight had been lifted off his chest now that his brother knew his plans. And though they’d never been more than ten miles apart their whole lives, he couldn’t deny how relieved he was to know Drew would move back to Havenbrook simply on Finn’s desire to do so. His brother could be a real pain in his ass some days, but the truth was Finn would be lost without him.
Once in his room, Finn dropped onto his bed, crooking his arm beneath his head as he dialed Willow’s number.
After three rings, she finally picked up. “This is Willow.”
He dropped his voice, letting it come out as a low rumble. “What’re you wearing?”
She gasped then covered it with a cough. “What can I help you with, Miss Mable?”
“Miss Mable, huh? Last time I checked, my dick was still attached.”
“I…I’m certain that’s true.”
He smiled at her overly formal tone, something she definitely never used with him. “You got someone with you right now?”
“That’s right.”
“Hmmm…” Finn’s smile grew. “This could be fun.”
“I’m not so sure about that.”
“No? Is it your daddy right there next to you?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He chuckled low. She’d be pissed as hell at him for this, but the opportunity was too good to pass up. “Hey, sweetness. You remember the other night when you rode me in the cab of my pickup because you couldn’t wait to get to my place? Just straddled me right there and slid me nice and deep…”
Her breath hitched, loud enough that he caught it through the phone. “I…may recall that.”
He reached down and cupped himself through his jeans, rubbing his hand over his hardening cock. “Mmm…then you probably remember how you came all over me too, huh? Shuddered and shook and groaned right into my mouth while your pussy squeezed the life outta my cock.”
Her breaths panted into the phone before she cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, Miss Mable, but I’m going to have to get back to you on that.”
“Get back to me about it tonight. Come over.”
“I’ll try.”
“Good, I wanna get your opinion on the stain samples for the floor.”
A short pause. “Oh, I see.”
His lips crooked up on the side. She loved his words as much as she hated them. “And, hey.”
“Yes, ma’am?”
“I want a replay of the other night. Need you again, Willowtree.”
The smile in her tone carried through the phone line. “I…I’ll see what I can do.”
Then the line went dead, and all Finn could do was hope she’d show a little mercy to him and sneak by his place for some fun.
HOURS LATER, Finn didn’t even let Willow get through the door to his apartment before he pounced. Thankfully, Drew had made a quick run to the store so he could be spared their show, but Finn wouldn’t have stopped even if his brother had been sitting right in front of them. It didn’t matter if it’d been days or hours since he’d last had Willow in his arms; the urge to be with her again, to feel her under his hands, was too strong to do anything but take.
Willow dropped her purse on the floor just inside the door and looped her hands around his neck as he rained kisses along hers. “This isn’t exactly what I came over here for. Thought you needed my opinion on stain for the floors downstairs?”
He walked her backward to his bedroom, stumbling only a little along the way. Once inside, he kicked the door shut, then reached back to tug off his shirt. “I do. Later.” He peeled off her dress in one fluid motion and tossed it to the side, his eyes hungrily taking in every inch of her. Jesus, he could look at her every single day and never get tired of the view.
After shucking the rest of his clothing, he dropped to his bed. Lying on his back, he patted his chest. “Right now, I want you to come on up here and sit on my face.”
“Finn!” Her shocked declaration screamed offense, but it didn’t stop her from shimmying out of those barely there panties or slipping off her bra. Also didn’t stop her from climbing up the bed, her hands running up the length of his thighs as she went, her breath hot on his already aching cock.
He swallowed, the sight of her lips so close to his erection making it twitch. “Thought you were gonna work that pussy over on my tongue.”
“I never said that.” She wrapped her fingers around his shaft. Flicked her tongue along the underside of his cock, making his whole body jolt with need. “Maybe I wanna have a little fun with you first.”
She went straight in for the kill, engulfing his cock without any lead-in. He groaned, long and low, when she sucked him deep into her hot little mouth, swirling her tongue around the head in some kind of mind-blowing move designed to make him damn near lose consciousness.
He swept his fingers into her hair, pulling it back from her face so he could watch himself disappear between those ruby red lips. Her and that heaven-sent mouth drove him out of his ever-loving mind. Forgetting himself for a moment, he thrust up off the bed, his cock going deeper into her mouth as she locked her eyes with his. Christ, the sight alone was enough to get him off, but combined with the way she gripped the base of his erection, how she caressed his balls with her other hand, he’d be lucky if he lasted three minutes before shooting off down her throat.
He needed a distraction. He needed her.
“C’mon, Willowtree.” Finn reached out, like he could extend his arm far enough to touch her thighs. Guide her straight up to straddle his face. “Why don’t you come on up here and let me have a taste.”
She hummed low in her throat, the sound vibrating along his length and nearly making him see stars.
“Jesus, sweetness, don’t do shit like that. Gonna make me come before I give you yours.”
Willow sucked up the length of him before releasing his cock with a pop, replacing her mouth with her hands, and giving him the sexiest devil-smile he’d ever seen. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want.”
He breathed out a laugh, pressing his head back into the pillow and squeezing his eyes shut when she swept her thumb along the underside of his cock and over the head. “C’mon now, you know that’s not how it works here. You get yours first, always.” His voice was low, gritty. Barely in control. Well, if he had to fight dirty, he would. He wanted her to come on his tongue, and he wanted it immediately. “Don’t think I haven’t seen you squirming. I know your pussy’s wet. Aching. You’re just dying to slide your hand between your legs and finger that little clit, aren’t you? Come on up here and let me take care of it for you.”
His words had the desired effect on her. Her lips parted, her eyes going glassy, and that tight ass of hers wriggled and swayed like she was trying to relieve the pressure between her legs. And then…thank the sweet Lord…she climbed up the length of his body, twisted around, and straddled his face. Lowering that dripping pussy right over his mouth.
“Christ, did sucking me off get you this wet?” He gripped her hips and lifted his head to take a swipe through her slit, licking up all that delicious sweetness.
She moaned, her hand stalling on his cock as she focused on her own pleasure. “That, and a certain phone call may have started me on this path.”
“Mmm…then I’m gonna have to call you more often.”
“Don’t—” She gasped as he sucked her clit between his lips and pumped a finger into her. “Don’t…don’t stop…”
He smiled around her, certain that wasn’t what she’d been planning to say, but he couldn’t say he minded. Having her so lost to her pleasure she couldn’t throw up future roadblocks was just fine with him. Once again, she engulfed his cock in her mouth, deep suction interspersed with throaty moans.
From somewhere in the distance, he thought he heard his phone going off with an incoming call, but it was hard to tell with Willow’s hips rocking over his face and her thighs pressed so tightly to his ears.
Even if it was, he sure as hell wasn’t going to answer.
He doubled down on his efforts, sucking her harder, faster, pumping his fingers into her deeper. Driving her further and further toward the edge he knew she was close to falling over.
On a strong pull of her clit between his lips, she gasped, tossing her head back and pumping his cock with her hand instead of her mouth. “Finn…Finn.”
What he wouldn’t give to hear that every night for the rest of his life. She sucked him deep again, moaning around his length…and this time, he was certain it’d been his phone before, as a couple beeps sounded, indicating a missed message.
Attempting to ignore it, he focused all his efforts on her, but it wasn’t two minutes before his fucking phone went off again with another text. He wouldn’t have cared, but every time that damn sound rang through the room, Willow’s once strung-tight body relaxed, like she’d been nearly to the top of that mountain and had slid back down halfway, only to have to climb again. On the fourth trill—and subsequently, the fourth time Willow’s body lost the tension of her near-release—he growled and rolled her off him before flipping around and planting himself between her thighs.
“Finn, what— Oh Lord, keep doing that. Yes…” She spread her legs wide and reached down, sliding her fingers into his hair and holding on for dear life.
Slipping his fingers inside her, he pumped and curled them, searching for the spot he knew would make her scream. On a soft stroke, she gasped, her hips arching off the bed, and he knew he had it. So he exploited the hell out of it as he flicked his tongue against her clit. None of this slow buildup anymore. His goal was to get her to come before his damn phone went off again.
And she did.
When he sucked her clit between his lips and stroked that spot inside her, she held him close, her moans a high crescendo as she nearly pulled out his hair and pulsed against his tongue. Jesus, was there anything better than making his girl come?
Well, possibly having said girl acknowledge that she was, in fact, his. But other than that, he wasn’t so sure anything could beat it.
With a final brush of his lips against her pussy, he climbed up the length of her body, leaving kisses everywhere he could reach, stopping to spend a few solid minutes with her breasts because it’d been at least a day since he’d seen them and that was entirely too long in his book.
“How do you always do that?” she asked, still breathless from her release.
“Do what?” He brushed his lips against one of her hardened nipples while she squirmed.
“Turn things around. I wanted to drive you crazy for once, and yet I’m still the one who ended up on her back, blissed out of my mind.”
Finn could only stare at her for a moment, shocked into silence. Didn’t she realize? She drove him crazy every minute—every second—of the day, and she was worried he never was?
“Don’t you know by now you—” His phone trilled again, three beeps, one right after another. He growled, irritation getting the best of him as he snatched his phone from the makeshift nightstand—okay, TV tray. “Should’ve turned this goddamn thing off.”
“Must be somethin’ important. Missing out on a hot date?”
He raised an eyebrow as he slid his hand up her leg, tickling his fingers on the underside of her knee. “Not unless we were supposed to be on one and you didn’t tell me.”
She smiled then, a soft one meant just for him, and relaxed back against the bed. The sooner he dealt with whatever issue this was, the sooner he could be inside her.
He checked his notifications, finding a missed call and voice mail from Rory, followed by five texts. Swearing under his breath, he unlocked his screen and pulled up the messages.
Hey, I left you a voice mail as well, but I need to move up the meet time because the school’s putting together a last-minute bake sale fundraiser to help cover the Crawleys’ medical expenses from that horrible car accident. Poor family just can’t catch a break. I’d like to whip up as many things as I can to help. Can y’all do 6:30 instead?
Finn glanced at the clock. Shit, that was in fifteen minutes. He quickly scrolled through the other messages.
Can you confirm, please?
Hello?
Honestly, I hope your building isn't on fire or anything. I don’t want to leave y’all in a lurch, but this fundraiser’s important. I need to know if 6:30 works, or I have to cancel completely.
That’ll throw off your construction timeline completely, btw, but it’s up to y’all.
“Shit.” Finn ran his hands through his hair then grabbed his discarded clothes from the varying corners of his room.
“You’re leaving?” Willow propped herself up on her elbows, her face a mask of disbelief. And, sweet Jesus in heaven, the sight of her spread out like that, her breasts bouncing with every subtle movement, nearly did him in. He had half a mind to text Rory and tell her to fuck off—nicely, of course—and spend the rest of the evening with his cock buried inside Willow.
But he had to go be an adult. An adult with a raging case of blue balls.
“Your sister’s kind of a tyrant.” He pulled up his jeans, letting them hang on his hips, before slipping on his T-shirt. “If her interior skills weren't so good, I’d never continue working with her.”
“My sis—what?”
“I mean, I know she’s always been bossy, but she’s taking this bar design thing to a whole new level.”
“She does what now?”
Finn glanced up at her as he buttoned his fly. “She’s been helping with the design of the bar since our dumb asses didn’t think to hire someone. Honestly, she’s been sort of a godsend, the tyrant bit notwithstanding. She didn’t tell you?”
Willow barked out a laugh and grabbed her proffered dress from Finn. “No. And she wouldn’t. Wouldn’t want anything to taint her perfect Rory image.”
It took him a minute to figure out why working on a design would taint anything, but when the answer came, it was like a punch to the chest. “Ahh, and workin’ with the Thomas boys will do just that. Got it.” One would think after all this time, after making something of themselves and using what they now had to the betterment of the town, they wouldn’t still be reduced to the damn Thomas boys, said with such derision. That they wouldn’t be reduced simply to the trouble twins.
“Hey…” Willow must’ve heard the frustration in his voice, because she stopped the hunt for her panties and came over to him, sliding her hands up his chest and locking her fingers behind his neck. “In the eyes of Daddy? Yes. And you remember how Rory was back then, don’t you? A daddy-pleaser to a fault. She hasn’t changed—if anything, she’s gotten worse.”
Finn didn’t know if Willow was just placating him, or if she spoke the truth, but he let her words soothe him as he gripped her hips, his cock twitching when he didn’t come across any panty lines. “Aren’t you always telling me she’s constantly lookin’ to catch you doing something wrong?”
“Yeah. I swear I think it’s her life’s mission some days.”
“Well…” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Now’s your chance to return the favor.”
“How do you mean?”
“Since she didn’t tell you she was helpin’ out, I’m guessing it’s because she doesn’t want you to know. And she’ll be here in ten minutes…”
Willow’s eyes widened, then a knowing grin spread across her face. “You’re a genius.”
When she let go of him and strode toward her panties, he caught her hand to stop her. “Leave ’em off.”
She breathed out a laugh, glancing back at him over her shoulder. “You can’t possibly be serious.”
He tugged her back until she stood in front of him. Placed her hand over his aching cock. “I’m still hard for you, Willowtree. Won’t you give me this one tiny thing?”
Finn knew the moment he had her. Her shoulders relaxed, and she melted into him a little, her hand gently stroking against the fly of his jeans.
“You, sir, are definitely the bad influence, not me.”
“You love it.”
For the first time in way too damn long, the look she gave him said she might not just yet, but maybe…maybe someday she could.
And for now, someday was enough.