Still, the last gentlemanly cell in my body forces me to ask, “You sure?”
She glances up with a fire I should’ve expected. “Finn, shut up and enjoy.”
I smirk. “Yes, ma’am.”
Her short nails send shivers down my spine as she pulls my boxers down, the movement so slow it’s some sort of torture. When finally she lets me free, the sexiest gasp escapes her lips as she stares at me with some sort of awe.
See? Smug bastard–inducing.
“Touch it, baby,” I say, hands behind my head. I know she wants to. I also know she’ll want to be the best at it, just like with anything she does.
Losing the shy girl act, she grips me firmly, sending my head back with a curse on my lips.
With a slow drag of her hand up and down, she says, “And what if I want to lick it?”
Jesus fuck.
“Darling, you can do whatever the hell you want with me.”
She grins wickedly, giving me another hard pump. I bite my tongue. I need to think about something other than this or else I’ll bust in three strokes.
Keeping her eyes on mine, she lowers herself and darts her tongue out, the same way she did when ice cream dripped from her cone last week and she licked the whole of it to catch the droplet, bottom to top. She’s looking at me the same way too, like something she wants to savor.
I twitch in her hand. “Goddamn, look at what you do to me.” I feel like a teenager being touched for the first time and coming in his pants at the simple graze of a hand, but I guess that’s Lexie’s power.
Her tongue is now a fraction of an inch from my cock, and just as I can feel the warmth of her breath…
A knock.
Lexie jumps away, and for a second, I think of going outside and punch whoever it is that bothered us.
“Are you expecting someone?” she asks.
“Nah. Must be a package delivery.” I do love me some online retail therapy on nights when I’m alone. “They’ll leave.”
Lexie hums, and after twenty seconds, when it looks like we’re in the clear, she relaxes and leans over me again, but just like before, a second set of knocks interrupts her.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter, taking a calming breath before shifting so I can get up and throw on a shirt. Lexie follows me out of the bedroom and into the living room, although she remains half-hidden behind a wall as I go to the door. Barely anyone ever comes here. My parents do sometimes, but only when I invite them beforehand. The only other person I can think of is Aaron, and if he’s responsible for this, I won’t let him live this down.
However, none of those options proves true when I open the door and find my sister standing on my front porch, wearing a sundress and Doc Martens boots, picking at the skin around her thumbnail.
“Fran, hey,” I say. “Wasn’t expecting you.”
“Yeah, sorry.” She looks behind my shoulder. “Can I come in?”
“Course.” I open the door wider, and only when my sister stops abruptly in the entryway do I remember Lexie is there, wearing a T-shirt that barely covers the top of her thighs.
“Hi,” Lexie says with an awkward wave. “I’m Lexie. Finn’s…friend.”
I hate the hesitation that was there, and I hate that answer even more. Still, I force a smile and pretend this was precisely the answer I was expecting. Wearejust friends, after all. For now, at least. I have hope I’ll convince her of trying something more later, but I still think I need to earn more of her trust before that. I might only have one chance to try it, and I won’t waste it on the wrong opportunity or at the wrong time.
“Hey,” Fran says, giving Lexie an equally weird wave.
“I was actually just going to the gym, so pretend I’m not here,” Lexie says, and while I’m incredibly happy my sister came to find me if she needed something, I wish it could’ve been at any other moment. If Lexie’s going to the gym, I can’t say when it is I’ll be seeing her next. She very well might sleep there to be able to start as early as possible tomorrow. The final stretch of competitions is getting near, and I know she feels that pressure.
Lexie disappears into my bedroom and comes out with her overnight bag hitched onto her shoulder, a pair of leggings added to her current outfit. She stops when she nears Francesca and says, “It was really good to meet you. Finn talks a lot about his little sister.”
Fran throws me a look that’s half worry, half curiosity.
