Diamond
“You’re going to hell for this.” My hand drops between my legs to clutch Finn’s hair.
“Good thing I saved you a spot.” He laughs against my core and flicks my clit with a stroke of his tongue, spreading my legs wider as he eats me out mercilessly.
I’m not sure how I ended up here. In nothing but a bra with my legs open on the hood of a basketball player’s car.
Actually, that’s a lie.
I know exactly what got me here.
A text.
Finn: Meet me at our spot before Theo’s party. I’m fucking starving.
I knew better than to think he was talking about food. After all, we’ve come to these woods every week for the past six months, and not once did we eat something here.
Well, except each other.
“Oh shit, yes. Yes!” My stomach clenches as the pleasure reaches unbearable levels. Finn groans, his tongue replacing his fingers at my entrance and pushing inside me.
In a perfect world, we wouldn’t have to hide like this. I’d be able to tell my parents I did way more than watch a dog last summer, and Finn’s place wouldn’t be a fucking fortress guarded by security twenty-four seven.
I can’t blame Mr. Richards for being extra careful. Lexie’s murder really did a number on him. If my dog had bled out in my son’s arms while I was away, I’d probably hire hard-core security, too.
Some would argue he’s doing too much.
Especially considering the dirtbag who killed Lexie was sentenced to three years in jail for attempted murder and possession with intent to sell a month ago. But Finn’s dad’s made it clear he’s not about to let history repeat itself.
It’s ironic, really.
Finn went from wishing his dad was home more often to impatiently waiting for him to go away again.
Knowing Lexie died in Finn’s arms and Finn didn’t even think to call him—the cops had to do it—seems to have woken up Mr. Richards as to how broken their relationship truly is.
He’s been back in town ever since, trying to reconnect with his son. Let’s just say Finn isn’t big on the idea of making peace. I think he blames his dad for the million business trips and not being there that summer.
Finn smacks his palms onto his car as he licks me up and down. My nails scratch at the paint, the sensation of his tongue tearing me apart.
“Careful, you wouldn’t want me to ruin Remy.” I choke on a moan, and Finn laughs.
“Ruin whatever you want, baby.” His mouth clamps down on my clit, and my back arches off the car.
“You never did tell me why you called your car Remy. Is it after someone?” I ask.
“Nah.” Finn shrugs. “I don’t know anyone named Remy. I just liked the name.”
Finn slips two fingers inside my pussy, curling in and out of me furiously. I hope the next time we do this is in an actual bed, but between Finn having basketball practice nearly every day and my parents not knowing about us, stolen moments like these are all we’ve got.
They don’t even know that I have a boyfriend—well, Finn and I don’t exactly have the title yet, but everyone at school knows we’re together.
If my dads found out, they’d probably disown me for lying to them, and I know it’s wrong, but I’ve been pretending that I’m hanging out with Aveena every time Finn and I sneak off to the woods.
“Shit, I’m going to—”
“Fuck yes, baby. Give it to me.”
And I do.