Hands off his Dudette (Some Girls Do It Book 6) Page 8

"Aren't you now?" He tugged on hand to pull her closer, until she was laying down right next to him.

  She shrugged. "Never been my thing."

  "Well, I certainly question the skills of your previous partners, but who am I tell you what you should want? I can think about a few million other things I want to do with you. Like this..."

  He got on top of her, and dropped his lips to her neck, kissing it ever so softly. She gasped. "And this," he said as his lips went a little lower, close to her collarbone, and then her shoulder. Anna's skin was tingling, and her insides on fire. She breathed out as he brushed the right spaghetti strap of her dress aside, lowering it all the way to her elbow, and taking the top of her dress down with it.

  "Oh yes. I very much want to do this, too."

  Now the tip of his tongue darted out to tease the swell of her breast. Her back arched forward, and his right hand reached around to the zipper at her back, lowering it.

  His left slid underneath the cup of her bra, and his skilled fingers started to tease her nipple.

  "Oh, Finn, please..."

  "Anna, sweet, are you begging me to speed things up, by any chance? Take you hard and fast until you come?"

  That sounded very, very good to her, so she nodded.

  Finn laughed. "No, I don't think so. Not yet, sweet. I want to savor every single part of you.…"

  Damn him! As he talked, his right hand unhooked her bra, and then moved down to the hem of her dress, and caressed the inside of her thighs.

  She was going to implode.

  "So much for that stamina of yours. Maybe you just can't get it up again."

  Finn laughed, lowering his hips to hers, and grinding his cock right against the apex of her thighs. So much for that. His cock was hard as steel. She glanced down and gasped. Then, he lifted the hem of her dress, gathering the fabric to her hips, and grinded again; the only barrier between them was the flimsy lace of her panties.

  Was that a whimper that had just come out of her mouth?

  "You were saying?"

  "That this cock should be inside me right now."

  She lifted her hips in an invitation.

  "Impatient, aren't we, dudette?"

  She would have said something smart, had his thumb not pressed against her clit, while two of his fingers curved inside her soaked heat. Instead, she moaned, harder and louder as he rubbed the sensitive nub in maddening circles.

  "I...I..."

  "What is it now? You've never come with a man playing you like this?"

  Definitely not. She rarely came at all with a guy and when she did, it was when the slide was inserted in the slot—multiple times. But if he continued with his damnable hands, rubbing her breast, the inside of her pussy, her clit like this, she really was going to...

  Quite suddenly and without a warning, Finn changed the angle of his wrist, hitting a different spot inside her. She screamed, as her entire body convulsed and let go. Anna panted, helpless, spineless, and mindless.

  Holy fucking shit.

  “I’m angry you haven’t given me orgasms on tap before.”

  Finn laughed softly, lowering his head to hers, and holding his forehead right against hers. It wasn't the first time he'd done that, and Anna didn't think anything could have been more intimate—not even a kiss. But after a moment, she decided she was greedy, and also wanted a kiss, so she lifted her chin, moving her lips to meet his.

  Chapter 19

  Finn had kissed dozens of women in his life. Hell, maybe even a hundred. He knew what a kiss what supposed to feel like. The beginning of something, some foreplay to lead to the next task at hand. Not even his favorite kind of foreplay. He generally couldn't wait to speed it along.

  The moment Anna's lips touched his, he froze, completely, as a wave of heat and desire coursed through his entire body. Then, he wanted more—-more of her softness, more of her lips. He took them slowly, and groaned when she bit his, demanding more. Her tongue touched his, coaxing it out, demanding they play; he just had to oblige.

  Finn rolled with her on his bed, arms around her shoulders, incapable of stopping himself from exploring every part of her mouth. It could have lasted until the end of time and he would have been entirely content. They'd rolled from one end of the bed to the next—now his head was close to its foot, and Finn was on his back. Without breaking the kiss he needed more than air, Anna straddled his lap, and mounted his hard cock, slowly, moaning as she impaled herself on him. Finn closed his eyes, head back, savoring every nub and dip of her tight pussy.

  Shit.

  "You're still on the pill, right?" he breathed against her lips.

  He didn't have to ask if she was clean; they went to get tested at the same clinic together once a year.

  "Yes."

  Good.

  When she was fully sheathed, her ass against his legs, he resumed his exploration, savoring her mouth, while lifting his hips to meet hers, slowly at first, then faster, and harder. She lifted and dropped her ass back on his hips in rhythm, matching his thrusts.

  Finn gathered the bundle of fabric around her waist and slid it up her upper body—she lifted her hands to get it off her, before attacking the buttons of his shirt, opening it. It took her some time, as she was bouncing on his cock hard and fast.

  Neither of them attempted to formulate coherent speech anymore—there were only grunts and moans, panting and screams. He finally managed to let go of her mouth, only to wrap his lips around her right nipple and suck at it. Shit. Her walls closed in on him, squeezing him hard. His balls tightened, and he had a hard time breathing. He was glad he'd come earlier, or this would have been the end of it. He was so very close to exploding again.

  Finn wrapped his arms around her waist and flipped them around, getting her back on the bed and caging her in.

  Her legs hung on either side of his waist—he lifted both, closing them, and resting them on his right shoulder, before angling his hips to hit the deepest part of her.

  "I want you to come with me, Anna. You think you can do that?"

  "Yes! Please, yes."

  "Then tell me what you want."

  Kneeling before her, Finn never stopped fucking her as he talked.

  "Harder!" she demanded.

  Harder, he could do, but not for long.

  He anchored himself and pounded her faster, deeper, harder, feeling her tightening impossibly. Shit. He couldn't take it anymore.

  Finn dropped her legs to the side and lowered his torso to her to reach her lips, a hand reaching down to her clit. Her tight core tensed harder, triggering his release as she came again.

  Fuck. His balls emptied inside her, and he kept on kissing her, although he was barely able to breathe.

  Why the hell hadn't they done this before?

  "What was that?" she asked.

  He made no answer, laughing softly. She knew what it was. Making love.

  Anna blinked after a mind-blowing orgasm and the next thing she knew, it was morning. She couldn't recall ever sleeping so soundly.

  She woke to find striking brown eyes set on her. Anna smiled slowly.

  "Morning."

  "Morning," Finn echoed, his smile matching hers. "I was wondering whether I'd need to wake you up. I had wonderful ideas about how to do so."

  That sounded promising. "What kind of ideas? I could pretend to sleep."

  He got to his hands and knees, hovering above her. Then, the doorbell rang. She groaned. "Can we ignore it?"

  "I think not. I called for breakfast."

  Ah, well, that was another matter altogether. Her stomach wanted attention desperately, and it said so, growling.

  Finn laughed. "All right, all right, I'm going."

  She smiled, watching him go with nothing but a sheet around his hips. Hopefully, Arabella wasn't up yet.

  The moment he left the room, Anna let out a huge sigh of relief. There was no awkwardness, thank fuck. She would have hated herself until the end of time if things had changed between them because of one ni
ght.

  Sex hadn't felt like a change though. More like...an extension of their relationship. Finn came back in no time with two bags of food in one hand and coffees in the other.

  "Bagels."

  "You're a life-saver. Someone's used up my energy last night."

  He bent his head to drop a kiss on her lips, before handing her a bag and she pulled out a bacon, guacamole, cheddar, and red onion bagel—her favorite. She moaned as she bit into it.

  Finn groaned. "I don't think I can ever hear you moan without getting hard again. This has turned all food into porn."

  She laughed. So very natural, and right.

  Then, Anna groaned. "Ugh, literally everyone we know is going to feel so smug if we end up being all couple-ish."

  "Couple-ish," he repeated, with a snort. "I think we've always been couple-ish, dudette. The question is, do we want to be a couple, without the ish bit?"

  She bit into the bagel, and took her time to chew. Shit, what was she supposed to say about that?

  "I guess? I mean, I like the sex. And everything else we do is just...us. What does being a couple actually entail?"

  Finn thought it through. "Well, Lucy and Trick argue a fair bit. And the mates I play lacrosse with also say they fight a fair bit."

  "I don't argue with you. You just explain your point, I explain mine, and the most logical answer wins."

  "That may very well be because all of them met their partners a year, two years, or even five years ago. We're basically veterans at this whole thing."

  She chuckled. "So, do you want to date me, Mr. Johnson?"

  "I would be honored if you would consider dating me, Miss Bullen. And also, fucking me. Often. In various places."

  "Like here?" she asked, edging toward him.

  He finished his food in two bites; she set hers aside, wrapping it in its paper and leaving it on the bedside table.

  "Like here."

  Chapter 20

  "Shut up."

  Anna swept the room in one glance and. laughed at her friends' expressions. "Come on, it's not like you should be surprised." She rolled her eyes. "For as long as I've known you, you've always said I'd end up with Finn."

  "Sure," Lucy replied, "But I expected you'd both need an intervention or something. Just last week, you were going on about dating and—" She interrupted herself. "Oh! That's how it happened. He got jealous."

  Anna felt a pricker of irritation, mainly because that was true.

  "Yep. So, what dress did you guys order?" she asked, to change the subject.

  They were huddled inside a wedding dress store, waiting for the retailer to bring Cassie and Lucy's dresses, so they'd find out soon enough in any case, but the distraction worked.

  Lucy groaned. Cassie explained, "Given our timing, we didn't have that many dresses to choose from. We needed them in our sizes, delivered rather fast. The seamstress can make a few alterations, but not many. I like mine. I don't love it. It doesn't matter though." She shrugged. "I want to marry Carter. I'd do it in jeans if I had to."

  "Jeans might end up being a better option than these dresses," said Lucy. "I mean, it doesn't look too bad, it's just very..."

  Her words died on her lips, because the store assistants were walking in.

  "Ms. Stone, Ms. Frank, your gowns are ready."

  They were led at the back of the store, to changing rooms.

  While they were getting changed, Piper asked, "How are you guys doing with your tasks?"

  Tessa was the first to reply. "I'm done with the seating chart, and Cassie approved it. Lucy just needs to look at it."

  "I haven't started," said Tori. "But I'll get on it this weekend. Busy week at work."

  "Yeah, same," said Anna, although that wasn't quite accurate.

  Work had been just fine. She'd been busy because she'd jumped Finn as soon as she got home on Wednesday and Thursday. "Finn and I are moving most of our stuff to the new place tomorrow, but I'll start shopping Sunday."

  They'd signed the deed just this morning, and Finn was picking up the keys before heading back home tonight.

  Everything had gone so fast, she still couldn't quite believe the last couple of weeks. It felt like she'd blink and wake up from a dream anytime now.

  "I'm booked at the restaurant that's going to do the catering to pick the courses on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday next week," said Amelia. "Any news on our dresses, by the way?"

  "Lucy says we just have to pick a color and stick to it—something that suits everyone.

  "Black," said Tori.

  At the same time, Piper opted for, "Red," while Amelia said, "Blue."

  Tessa, who'd remained mostly quiet in the background until then, paging a catalogue, lifted her eyes from the dresses, and stated, "Teal. The obvious answer is teal. It goes with all of our complexions, suits Lucy's red hair, and Cassie's blue eyes."

  There was nothing but nods of assent all around. Tessa really ought to speak up more often.

  They were interrupted when the two brides came out of their changing room. Neither looked impressed.

  Cassie was stuffed in a meringue with tons of tulle puffing out its skirt, and Lucy, wrapped inside a blue-white shiny silk, with little diamantes encrusted everywhere.

  Anna managed to prevent herself from laughing, because Lucy was already pissed enough as it was.

  The two brides exchanged a glance.

  "It itches," Lucy stated.

  "Barbie would find this too princessy."

  The assistants rushed to contradict them, but they returned to their changing rooms, quite determined, and came out in their regular clothes.

  "Let's get out of here. I need a drink."

  When she got home an hour later, after a pit stop at a bar, she was greeted by a "meow."

  Anna looked down at the evil cat and grimaced. "What have you peed on now?" she demanded to know.

  The creature looked way too smug, which meant that he'd either defiled something incredibly valuable, or eaten something he shouldn't have.

  The beast rubbed against her leg, and she was compelled to bend down and scratch its shiny fur. She didn't trust, or even like him, but Mr. Paws was irresistible nonetheless.

  "Annabelle, is that you?" Finn's mother called from upstairs.

  Anna winced. She'd had a hard time meeting her eyes the last few days, remembering the many things she'd done with her son every night, and morning.

  "Yes, Arabella. I just got back from the fitting."

  Her impatient steps thundered down the stairs.

  "Well?" she asked. "How were the dresses?"

  Anna winced. "Well..."

  She saw the woman's eyes brighten. "Disappointing?"

  "Quite. Cassie and Lucy are going to shop this weekend, to try to find something else."

  "Hm. Excuse me while I make a few calls."

  The woman retreated, smiling from ear to ear, and Anna knew that after she was done with her calls, the brides would have appointments with dressmakers who'd be instructed to only bring the best of the best. She was starting to understand the woman a little better. She’d been so very frustrated that her help hadn't been needed when she'd offered it to Lucy earlier this week. Now, she had a purpose.

  By the time Arabella disappeared upstairs, the door opened again, in front of Finn this time. He kicked it closed and rushed to her side, engulfing her in a bear hug.

  Anna grinned. "You have them?"

  Finn pulled a set of keys out of his pocket. "I have them."

  Chapter 21

  Buying a house with a lawyer had certainly made things a lot easier. They met with the owners, who were already settled in their new place, and were more than willing to give the keys as soon as the money had exchanged hands. It was just a matter of getting the property inspected and getting the contracts drawn up.

  Finn grumbled, but Anna, as usual, caved and accepted Arabella's assistance. She had contacts all over the place, in all relevant industries, and she insisted on putting them in touc
h with an inspector who'd left no stone unturned.

  The guy gave his all clear on Thursday—they transferred the money on Friday, and Finn grabbed the keys while she was accompanying the brides to their fittings.

  "Yes, charming. Very nice sink. That will certainly do."

  To hear Arabella talk, one would think she'd be the one moving in.

  "Mom," Finn asked, struggling under the weight of his TV set—the first thing he'd moved—"aren't you supposed to help Lucy with the wedding today?"

  She grimaced. "Lucinda has hired a planner. An unpleasant fellow, very set in his ways. I won't abide his manner for a kingdom. Beside, this whole nonsense of organizing this mess so fast isn't something I support. No, he can do as he pleases. I will assist in another capacity. You may have heard, there was an issue with the dresses."

  That was putting it mildly.

  "Yes, I've heard," said Finn. "She said Cassie and she would shop for new ones tomorrow, something off the rack?"

  Arabella grimaced. "They'll do no such thing. I've booked her in with a friend of mine. She has a very extensive collection, and seamstresses that'll work tirelessly to get their dresses done on time—my treat, of course. No daughter-in-law of mine will ever walk down the aisle with something off the rack."

  Which of course explained why Arabella was now happy to step away from the wedding: in ensuring that Lucy looked fabulous through the ceremony, she'd done her part.

  Anna dropped the box she was carrying in the kitchen, and wiped her brow. Like Finn, she'd gone for her priority first: the coffee machine.

  "Is this a good place to stand?" Arabella asked.

  Of course, she would stand through a move.

  Finn and Anna didn't have much to move yet—they were staying at the Johnson house until their new furniture arrived, but some help would have been appreciated nonetheless. They had over five dozen boxes; loading them had taken more than a half a day.

  Finn's guys had offered to help paint and build their beds and dressers the following weekend. Given the fact that most of her friends were busy with Cassie and Lucy's wedding, they hadn't assisted.