“Why do you get all defensive when I ask you something personal?”
Instead of answering his fine ass, I take a long gulp of tequila and stick my tongue out at him once I’m done.
“Fine, if that’s how you’re going to play this. But fair warning, miss the next one, and it’s your shirt that falls on the ground.”
“Pity you’re going to have to wait a little longer, considering it’s my turn now.”
“I’m not afraid. Give it your best shot, little girl,” he taunts, tapping on his cheek and waiting expectantly for the metaphorical punch.
“Have you ever kept any other secrets from your friends?”
“Yes,” he deadpans, not leaving much room for misinterpretation.
“So, I guess the grass isn’t greener on the Northside either, huh?”
“Everyone has their demons to face, Stone. The place where you’re born doesn’t factor much into it.”
“Got a lot of monsters keeping you awake at night, do you?” I ask skeptically.
“More than most. I just answered three of your questions back to back. Get up, little girl. It’s your turn to take it all off,” he commands, his voice just as sharp and hard as the bulging muscles he’s proudly showcasing.
I flip him off for good measure but stand up just the same. Three questions equal three pieces of clothing. No sweat. I take off my chucks, each one landing in a different location after they’ve successfully managed to zoom past his head.
“Cute,” he goads, his tone still iron-thick.
I then unbutton my shorts and begin to shimmy out of them, making sure I bend just so, keeping my ass up in the air and away from his prying eye. However, my low-cut shirt gives him a nice little view of the ladies just the same. I pick up my shorts and throw them toward his face, but with his cat-like reflexes, he catches them before they’ve hit their mark. I then sit back down and take a swig of tequila instead of taking off another piece of clothing.
“Three answered questions equal two pieces of clothing and one drink. But nice try, pretty boy.”
“You could just as easily have drunk twice and only taken off your chucks,” he chimes in, clutching my shorts in his lap.
“I know. Guess I’m feeling charitable tonight.”
“Charitable? Right. How come I think your so-called punishment left me in pain instead of you?” he confesses huskily, shifting in his seat while trying to hide the bulge in his jeans.
“Poor baby. You hurting?” I pout exaggeratedly, batting my eyes at him.
“Jesus, you are something else,” he says, flustered, running his fingers through his blond mane and tugging at its strands in frustration. “You sure don’t have any inhibitions, do you, Stone? You do whatever you want and fuck the consequences, isn’t that right?”
“Why live life any other way? Life’s too short for pretenses,” I answer truthfully, not one bit bothered with his assessment of me.
“Not everyone has the same luxury of being so direct,” he scolds.
“You really want to talk about luxuries with me, quarterback? Tell me, just how hard did you have to work for those wheels you’ve got? Or the clothes on your back? Or even the money in your pocket? Don’t lecture me on luxuries when you’ve lived a life filled with them. Being who I am, with no regard for anyone else’s opinion but mine, is one of the few God-given rights I have.”
“You’re right. But you’re also dead wrong, little girl. I might not have worked a day in my life for the things I have, but don’t think for a second they didn’t come at a price,” he replies in torment, catching me completely off-guard.
I bite my lip, seeing how true his words are to him. For a long moment we just sit there staring at each other, creating an odd electricity in the air—thick and heavy—around us. I swallow hard, as the drumming of my beating heart becomes too loud to bear. Finn acting like an asshole is easy to deal with. When he lets down his dickish guard, bringing forth an unexpected vulnerability in its stead, I can’t handle it.
I’m about to apologize for losing my cool with him, so we can get back to safer terrain, when Finn places his thumb on my lower lip, unleashing it from the grip of my teeth.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you,” he murmurs, his body suddenly too close for me to pretend his bare chest isn’t mere inches away, with his rich, warm, woodsy scent invading all my senses.
“I’m a big girl, pretty boy. It takes more than a short fuse to scare me.” I try to play off, struggling to prevent getting lost in his touch.
“I bet nothing scares you,” he hushes, staring into my eyes as his thumb continues its torturous trace over my lip.
“What can I say? I don’t scare easy.”
“You’re a better person than me because I’m scared shitless right now,” he chuckles huskily, with no real humor behind it.
“What are you scared of?”
“You want the truth?”
“Yes.”
“Not kissing you.”
Well, I’ll be damned. Goodbye, restraint and logic. It was nice knowing you.
His little confession has barely passed through his lips when I do what any hot-blooded woman would do if she were in my shoes—I jump him.
Chapter 10
Finn
It takes me a minute to understand what’s going on, but I thankfully recover just fine after Stone’s unexpected assault. I ease into her kiss, letting her take the lead this time since she did the same with me when I took charge this morning. But just like our impromptu fooling around in her classroom earlier, her kiss leaves me wanting more. Stone’s lips are softer than they look. She’s so edgy and hard, but her mouth is warm and playful. My hands go to her waist, pulling her on top of me as I lie down flat on the ground. For a little thing, she sure does fit to perfection.
“You taste good,” she mumbles into my mouth, nipping at my lower lip in a way that’s making my dick want to break free from its confinement.
He’s both pissed at me for not been released from his cage yet, as well as giddy for having the Southie in her pretty black panties dry-humping him slightly.
“It’s your man Cuervo. Although tequila tastes way better coming from your pretty mouth,” I moan out, my hands desperately seeking her. One runs up and down her bare outer thigh, while the other is wrapped around the nape of her neck, keeping her lips exactly where they should be at all times—attached to mine.
“Thanks.” She laughs, and the melody goes straight to my head, as well as my oversized cock.
Damn, that sound does something to me.
She kisses me with such passion that I become completely consumed by it. I get lost in our kiss, utterly and profusely. All sense of time and logic slip away when her soft lips are on me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. She leaves a breach open for me, so I thrust my tongue inside her mouth to continue our tortuous battle. The sweet rapture is only heightened when our tongues connect, and I feel the hard steel of her tongue ring, teasing me further. My mind is usually a landmine of thoughts, a jumbled mess pulling my attention in all directions. However, all that white noise takes a back seat at this very moment while one coherent thought holds me captive—I want more.