Chasing the Wild Sparks (9 page)

“Oh, I will,” I taunt.

His body tenses all over. “Then we won’t be going. You’re
mine,
Becks! I don’t want you accidentally flashing anyone and people gawking at your naked body.”

“Women fawn all over you,” I counter.

“I’m never naked.” True. Sometimes the camera catches him without his shirt, though. “I’m yours. Nobody else’s.” Playfulness seeps into his eyes again and he relaxes. Glancing down to his erection and with a mischievous smile, his impish, dark eyes are on my face as he alluringly elicits, “Why don’t you come and get what’s rightfully yours?”

“No, I can’t,” I lie, but knowing that the only thing I
can’t
do is refuse him and he knows it. If I ever would take a risqué picture of Finn, this would be it. The way he’s leaning back on his elbows and inviting me to take advantage of what he has to offer is beyond a thousand and one words.

“Walk away from me, Becks.” He burns his eyes into my wide-eyed stare and whispers, “I dare you.”

Full-on inciting me and now passing my point of no-return, I walk over, and knowing that he won, his cocky smirk turns into an astounding grin. I climb up onto his bed and over him, straddling his lap, and reclined body. Our lips meet and I kiss him fiercely. He takes his elbows off the bed, reaches up to clasp my face as he pulls us onto the bed. I feel his abdominal muscles scrumptiously heaving beneath me.

“Take me, baby,” he whispers over my lips.

I lift myself up and keeping one hand on my face, he uses his other to lift up my dress. Holding onto my hip, I take a deep breath as Finn guides me down onto him.

“Oh, Becks,” he gasps and bites at my lip. Both of his hands grip my waist.

“Finn,” I moan.

“Tell me what I’m doing to you.”

“You complete me, baby,” I whisper down to him. He closes his eyes and dreamily smiles, sucking his bottom lip. He shifts underneath and increases the friction inside me.

Pulling down hard on my hips, I counter him by rigorously pushing away and he pants, “I love it when you fuck me, Becks
.”

“I love it when you fuck me, Finnigan.” He smiles and groans as we go faster
, until it feels like we’re going to bounce right off of the bed, my dress lightly rustling and my key necklace swinging between us. Feeling the start of the uphill climb to my orgasm, I gasp.

He urgently growls, “Show me how much you love me.” I cry out as I speed down the hill and come. “That’s right, baby. Shit, you feel so good on my dick.”

I breathlessly say, “I love you, Finn.”

He grins. “Becks, I love you. So much.” He closes his eyes. “Oh, fuck!” He holds my hips still and stops moving. As his face contorts and he huffs,
and I feel him pulsing inside of me.

I lean down, kissing his stubbled jaw and snuggling my face into his neck, right next to his hickey. He turns his head and kisses my forehead. “I warned you that you shouldn’t wear this dress.” I giggle against his throat and his responding chuckle vibrates through our chests.

After hurriedly throwing the sandwiches and my kite into Finn’s car, we finally head out on the road. The car is quiet for several miles, and not a comfortable silence because I can feel the tension building in his body through the enclosed space. I thought we just had taken care of that. I look over at him. Although he appears relaxed in blue jeans and a gray T-shirt, I know he’s anything but. His right hand clutches onto the ball of the stick shift, his left gripping the top of the steering wheel; his fingers moving restlessly over the leather. My eyes move up to his face where the muscles in the side of cheek are so taught, creating a shallowness running above his rough jaw, making him all the more attractive for me and for everyone else to gawk at. My gaze trails down to Finn’s neck where his hickey is visible. I did remember to suck on him low enough that his shirt collar will hide what makeup doesn’t on TV, but today he’s wearing a T-shirt and he made no effort to cover it up.

“What?” he mumbles, not taking his eyes off the road.

“Is there something bothering you that you’re not telling me about?” I ask, angling my body towards his.

“No.”

I cock my head in doubt and he finally glances over at me. His brown eyes fly quickly over my face, avoiding looking into my eyes directly. His eyes are hiding something and he knows I can see that.

“Yes.” He sighs and looks back to the road. I lean forward to turn down his Black Veil Brides.

“What?”

“I want you to stay with me tonight.”

“I have to work tomorrow.”

“Becks.” He doesn’t sound in any mood for an argument.

I sigh. “I don’t have any clothes at your apartment for work, Finn.”

“We can still swing by your apartment before the kite thing, or stop on the way back.”

“Why do you want me to stay? Didn’t you get your fill of sex this weekend?” I ask jokingly, but fear the answer.

“Baby, that’s not why I want you to stay with me. I won’t even touch you.”

“Sure.”

He smirks, but then quickly frowns. “We weren’t even together Friday night.”

“You were out.”

“So?” His forehead wrinkles in bewilderment and he lifts his hand slightly from the steering wheel. “I was only going to be out with Ricky for maybe two hours after we were done with our bikes, and we weren’t working on them long.”

“You were busy and you had to get up early.”

“Again. So? I wouldn’t have stayed out if you were at my apartment. I would’ve come home. And I didn’t have to get up
that
early.”

“Well, I knew you wanted to spend time with your friends. It was fine.” Not like he would have told them why he wanted to get home anyway, since Ricky is the only one that knows about me.

“I wanted
you
to be with me.”

“I wanted you to be with
me
,” I mirror back.

His jaw clenches and he swallows. “And I would have.”

I reach over and lightly rub his blue-jeaned thigh. “I know, but you need time with your friends. You don’t see them that much.”

He shakes his head and takes his hand off of the gear shift to pick up my hand. He kisses the top of it and places our hands down on his leg, stroking my skin with his fingers. “I see them. I don’t see
you
at all.”

“You see me for lunch during the week.”

“Once. Maybe twice, if I’m lucky,” he looks over at me, “and I’m
not
without my charm.”

I give him a small smile. He glances at my lips, but doesn’t return the smile. He turns back to the road and I mumble, “Our work schedules and traffic aren’t exactly conducive for us.”

“No, they’re not,” he says with annoyance filtering through his tone.

“I can try to meet you a third time this week.”

“I have to be on location a few times and then I have meetings the rest of the week after the noon spot. I can meet you after my report on Wednesday. That’s it.”

“Oh.”

“We can meet for dinner, if you want. I’m good tomorrow night.”

“I have a class with Morgan after work at the gym.”

“Oh, right.”

“Tuesday?”

He sighs. “I’ll have to check.” I nod, not sure if he even sees me as he stares out the windshield. “Can I stay with you tonight?” he rephrases his original question.

“You work late, don’t you? Since you switched with Drake, don’t you have to do 11, too?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t want you racing across town to get to my place.”

He scowls at the road. “I’m not racing to your place.” He turns his head. “I’m racing to you.”

I grin and he sweetly smiles before looking straight ahead again. I take my hand out of his hold and slide it up into his hair. “That was so sweet, baby,” I coo.

He adorably grins. “I try.”

I leave my hand in his hair as my gaze falls to the decent bruise on his neck. “Did you notice the mark I left on your neck?” I ask sheepishly.

“The love bite? Yes.”

I giggle. “Oh, is that what you’re calling it?”

“Well, you were loving me when you did it, weren’t you?” He looks at me, moving my arm with his head.

I smile at him. “I do love you.”

He smiles back at me and turns his head to the road. “I know.” He shrugs his shoulders and sighs happily. “Who doesn’t? What’s not to love?” I release his hair and smack his arm, making him laugh.

I again observe, “So, um. What about this
love bite
then?” His hair now is sexily sticking up on his right side where my hand was. Rod is definitely going to get the wrong idea, especially with the hickey.

“What about it?” he asks and glances over to me from the corner of his eye.

“What do you mean ‘what about it?’” I ask, imitating his deep voice the best I can.

He loudly laughs and peers over at me. “That was horrible.”

“It was. So what about it?” I ask again.

Tilting his head at the road, he states, “It is what it is.”

“And that it is. It’s definitely there.”

“You did it!” he shouts incredulously with a laugh.

“I know. I thought you were trying to give me one earlier in the kitchen.”

“I was, but you moved. And then you moved again.”

“Yes, but you now actually have one. I did try to give you one low enough that it would be hidden from your Finnatics.” He shrugs and I add, “Well, how come you didn’t hide it with makeup for today?”

“It’s just your friends.”

“They’re your friends, too, aren’t they?”

“I suppose.”

“Speaking of that. Do you have some kind of issue with Rod’s driving?”

“His driving, his mouth, some of his music choices, his kite flying, his dependence on you... The fucking list goes on.”

“His dependence on me? What’s
that
mean?”

“He’s always around you.”

“It’s Rod.”

“It’s irritating.”

I giggle in delight. “Baby, are
you
jealous now?”

He shakes his head emphatically. “Never. I don’t get jealous.”

“You don’t?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“Because you have the key to my heart. That’s all the reassurance I need.”

“Now you’re really trying to get lucky again tonight.”

He laughs and reaches over to squeeze my thigh. He then swiftly looks over to my leg. “Shit.”

“What?” I ask when he glances back to the road.

“Your legs, Becks.” With his eyes still on the road, he slides his hand up into the skirt of my dress. I stop his hand and push it back out.

“Hands to yourself, Finn Wilder.”

“Not a chance with you wearing that, baby.” He licks his bottom lip and glances down to my legs and then up to my face. “You’re fucking hot. I already warned you about this dress. Look what I already did to your virtue.” My virtue? I wasn’t all that innocent when he got his hands on me. There were three other guys before Finn. My sexual past and exploits aren’t exactly headline news. I thought I was in love with the guy I lost my virginity to: Max Warren, but Bethany straightened me out about that colossal mistake. She tried to talk me out of two of my other missteps, but I didn’t listen to her.
Another
huge mistake.

No. I didn’t know what falling in love was truly like until I broke my wrist and landed in the emergency room.

I laugh and he asks, “Am I sleeping in your bed tonight?”

I bite my lip and shake my head when he peers back at me. “No,” I tease.

“You got that right, baby. If you’re wearing this dress, sleep is the
last
thing we’ll be doing when we get home.”

“You’re greedy, baby.” I hope it really isn’t just sex he wants from me, but sometimes it’s a nice perk.