"Sometimes you should really learn to shut the fuck up," he whispered.
I reached down and grabbed his cock from the outside of his pants. He groaned. He was hard, ready for me.
I placed my lips on the outside of his ear, and my breath caught when his hands found their way up my shirt, pinching my nipples.
"You should learn to take your own advice," I mumbled.
And then his lips were on my mouth, and we were lost in each other's taste. His lips, so soft, nibbled on my bottom lip, and then his tongue wrestled with mine. I should have been surprised, but a part of me wasn't. My body instantly responded to his touches, sweet kisses on my neck, and fingers through my hair.
"You're still an asshole," I whispered into his mouth. His kisses deepened, and the amount of want and longing in them took my breath away. We were taking steps back until we both fell into the pool fully clothed.
I bust out laughing
He roughly undressed me, removed my shirt and bra, pants and panties. We were in the water, and he was taking off his shirt. Our bodies completely wet in the warmness. He pushed me against the side and smiled.
My body wanted him. Needed him. He put his arms on the edge of the pool, pinning me against the cement wall. The water felt so good, and his mouth was roving over mine again. My lips ached with intense kisses, and he continued to watch my body respond, listen to me moan, and allow me to grab his soaking wet hair in my fists.
"What are you doing to me?" he asked.
I wanted it. I wanted him. I couldn't answer.
His hands were on my breast, were on my sex, were running through my hair, and I was unzipping his wet pants, hoping that we would go further, wanting to go further. Lust was ablaze, and it would burn the whole world down if we let it.
"You're making me feel… fucking amazing," I whispered.
He pulled his soaking wet pants up and told me no with his eyes. But then guided his fingers between me. I pushed into him, letting my hips guide me. Letting the passion lead the way, he barely dipped his finger inside of me, continuing to pleasure until the feeling of sweet release built. He trailed himself up my body, over my breasts until his finger was in my mouth. I sucked, and his eyes lit up with lust.
"I want to taste you," he whispered.
"You're a greedy thing aren't you?" I whispered.
He pushed his erection harder onto me, and I was wrapping my legs around him and touching myself while I floated in the water.
I closed my eyes and brought my hands to his. The little bump between my legs felt swollen. I began to move two fingers on top of it until my body fully responded and begged me to give it more. The motions became more frequent, and I removed my hand before I completely let myself go.
Oh. The feeling. I panted and moaned as I arched my back.
"Moan louder. I want to hear you."
"Oh. Oh, Finn," I screamed his name.
And he was biting my neck and my shoulders, and coating me with licks and kisses as I continued to push myself closer to the edge.
"That's fucking sexy when you say my name."
I closed my eyes as the build started all over my body again, and my muscles became tenser than before. The movements became faster, deeper, harder, the same as my moans until I couldn't handle it anymore.
"I think I'm about to…" I forced out between pants, and then he dipped his finger inside of me and I touched myself more slowly. Allowing the orgasm to build until it was almost painful, until I felt like I couldn't breathe. Then I was bucking and moaning his name. I wrapped my arms around his neck while I lost myself in the water. Deep breaths and rapid heartbeats followed along with hard longing kisses. When I finally opened my eyes, Finn watched me, hungrily.
"I love it when you scream my name," he whispered.
I wanted to talk, but he placed a finger over my mouth, moved the damp hair from my forehead. This was no time to talk. No words could describe the feeling of him kissing me or being so close and intimate in the pool.
"Don't ruin this with stupid words," he said, and then kissed me like tomorrow would never come.
Fifteen
The morning came quick, almost as fast as I did the night before, and I woke with a start. As I received my itinerary and curfew, Mr. Felton couldn't stop talking about how I would make one of his clients very happy.
Stupid ass client talk.
Jesse met me at the door with my morning vitamins and mumbled something about how she was glad I was on the birth control shot and complained about how I should learn to be more punctual like her. Ignoring her bitchiness, I walked out of the door as I saw the Volvo pull into the drive.
Luke opened my car door with a smile and loaded my suitcases. I had no clue where we were going. Not an idea, no hint, nothing. Surprises, weren't they lovely?
"Do you want to know where we're going?"
"Yes, please. Pretty, please? Pretty, pretty please?"
He wouldn't tell me. He dropped hints like "it's not the beach, but it's close." Okay, so we were going somewhere warm.
Once we checked our bags, Luke handed me a ticket to Hobby Airport.
Houston. My heart dropped.
"Where are you taking me?"
"To the home of Janis Joplin," he replied.
The color on my face drained. I turned my head so he wouldn't see as he continued to talk about it.
"There's this new bed and breakfast that was voted one of the best new places to visit in the U.S. I really think you'll enjoy it, and it's country living. You said you loved that."
The brochure was tucked inside of his laptop bag, and he pulled it out and handed it to me. I thought I would be sick when the Welcome to Port Arthur sign covered the brochure.
"I've got a project, and I need to visit for research."
On the front was my childhood home, but instead of gray, the house was painted stark white, the shudders were perfectly straight, and professional landscaping had been done. A waterfall was installed in the front yard, and the shell drive was now pavement and circular.
I opened the rest of the brochure and saw a big, red barn in the backyard, and a pasture dotted with horses. Along with a man-made pond and floating deck. My parents would have been happy with what was done with the place, and the attention it was getting, but we couldn't go there. Not Luke and I. Not in a town where everyone knew everyone. I left to get away and returning would only make leaving again hard.
We made our way to the waiting area. My nerves were on edge, and I couldn't help but feel this way. If I told him why we couldn't go, he would know more than he needed, but if we went, he would find out anyway. I supposed the visit home, literally, would be an experience if nothing else.
Luke told me about his parents, his brother, and opened himself up to me while we were in the waiting area. On the plane, he interlaced his fingers with mine and whispered sweet things in my ears. I liked them. I liked the little compliments.
The plane landed in Houston, and we rented a car. Two grueling hours passed on the way to Port Arthur, and I dreaded every second. Texas living fascinated Luke. He loved the rolling hills, green grass, and even liked how I-10 stretched across the Lone Star State.
"Where are you from again? Which part?"
I turned to him and decided it was time to tell him the truth. Now or never.
"Port Arthur."
He pulled over on the side of the highway. Cars passed us going eighty miles per hour, and the wind whipped around the car.
"You should have told me at the airport. I could have changed our plans. Texas is huge. We could have gone anywhere."
"I know, but you seemed excited about going. I didn't want to ruin that for you. It's fine. Seriously, we're only thirty minutes away from Winnie. You'll have a good time. I'll show you around."
Dread should have been my first name, and Liar, my middle.
"You don't have to lie, you know. We can change our plans. I want you to be happy."
"It's perfect. I've been meaning to come back anyway."
When we entered Port Arthur, I thought I might be sick. The closer we inched toward my street, the quicker I wanted to run away. Once we turned onto the driveway, I knew there was no turning back. I was committed.
The pavement felt smooth under the tires. I took a deep breath before we walked inside. The porch was lined with rocking chairs, all the paint chips were scraped away and covered, and the rotten boards replaced. I slid my hand up the railing to the porch and opened the front door.
Inside, the living room had been arranged like a hotel. I peeked into the kitchen and saw new countertops and paint. A few walls were removed, and others added. The house wasn't the same. It wasn't the one that I grew up in and that fact alone would make the stay easier. It was only two nights, after all. I could handle a weekend.
The woman's face brightened when she caught sight of me over the counter. "Oh, Jennifer. We are so darn excited to see you here. We didn't know you were coming."
I faked a smile. "Yes, ma'am. I just had to come visit the place after hearing about all those good reviews. Congratulations, Mrs. Becky."
The people that bought the house also operated the place. How could I have been so stupid to think they wouldn't be here, or recognize me?
"I really think your parents would be proud with what we've done to the place. Mrs. Shirley told us about their plans and things, and well, we wanted to keep the spirit of what might have been, ya know?"
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