Chapter 14

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

M y Knight in Shining Armor

Charlotte

A light knock on the door makes me jump. I was fidgety the whole game, thinking how I planned to come back to this room and have Finn rip my clothes off. Well, I don’t know if that is what he plans to do.

Another knock.

I run to the door and open it. Alice is only a few doors down, and I don’t know if she came back to the hotel.

“Hi,” I greet.

Finn’s eyes move from left to right. “Can I come in?”

“Oh yeah, sorry.” I step aside and let him in. “Alice is a few doors down. We have to be careful.”

“Okay,” he says.

He steps in the room and I close the door. “This is awkward,” I blurt.

“What’s awkward about it?” he asks.

“We don’t like each other, Finn. This whole hooking up thing, it doesn’t make sense,” I state, mumbling like a nervous idiot.

“So you don’t like me, huh?” he says, walking deeper into the room and looking around. He then turns to me his gaze, holding mine hostage. “I’d say you liked the orgasms I gave you. I remember you telling me that your ex couldn’t get you there. I remember how much you enjoyed my tongue tasting that pretty pussy of yours.”

My breaths pick up from his sexy sultry voice. He hasn’t even touched me and I am having a reaction to this man.

“This isn’t me, Finn. I don’t just hook up. I need emotions involved and we don’t like each other, it’s so damn confusing.”

“It’s because you’re looking at this whole situation the wrong way,” he replies. “We have good chemistry. I don’t hate you. I already told you that I didn’t appreciate getting ditched on the beach. You screwed me over with practice and let me sleep, but for some reason I want another taste, and I am pretty sure you want it too, or else you wouldn’t be breathing so fast. You’re wet for me, aren’t you?”

“You’re a jock and you lied to me,” I state, not answering his question since I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing I am dripping for him. “I don’t sleep with jocks. I don’t date jocks. . .”

“We aren’t dating, just fucking,” he clarifies. “I told you that first night, I don’t date, but you’ve been an unexpected surprise.” He moves in and places his finger under the strap of the tank top I’m wearing. The tank top I changed into when I got to the room since I was wearing an oversized sweater and jeans to the game.

He’s right. Even this small touch has my heart ricocheting in my chest.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” he asks.

My head is spinning. I’ve never disliked someone I wanted to kiss. I’ve never had these clashing emotions in one breath, and yet they are so strong and consuming.

I nod.

“Smart girl.” He grins like the Cheshire cat. I remember those same words from his text message. The same words that caused an involuntary clench between my legs.

He takes a step toward me, cupping the back of my head with his large hand. He dips his head and claims my lips. His warm lips on mine send bolts of electricity through my body. His tongue swipes over my lips, coaxing mine open and I spread for him. My tongue moves with his and that heat and electricity I was feeling spreads through my body like a wild fire. Before I know it, I am wrapping my arms around his neck, and he is reaching down and cupping my ass with both of his hands. He lifts me by my behind and I wrap my legs around his waist. His amazing cock pressing where I need it most. I moan.

“Finn.”

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“What did you say? I don’t think I heard you,” he goads, being the asshole that he is. He wants me begging and I am not beneath it at this point. I have on a pair of cotton shorts with no panties, and having his enormous cock right between my legs has made me lose my mind.

“You know what I said,” I reply playing his game..

He breaks the kiss and I pause, rubbing my clit against his stiff cock.

“Why did you stop?” I ask with annoyance.

There is a gleam in his green eyes. One that pisses me off and makes me hot all in one breath.

“Fine, I want you to fuck me. Are you satisfied?” I ask with annoyance.

His lip curls in the most devious way. “I’m not satisfied yet, but I will be soon.”

“Ass,” I mutter. If he hears me, he doesn’t acknowledge it. Instead, he lays me on the bed and gets to work taking off his dress shirt. As he unbuttons his shirt, I watch intently. His golden skin is revealed slowly, like he is a gift he is unwrapping.

“Like what you see?” he asks.

“You don’t need to be told by me that you’re good-looking. I’m sure you know it,” I retort, and that buys me another one of his coy smiles.

“You can’t just compliment me?” he asks as he removes his shirt and drops it to the floor. He gets to work on his pants, and the anticipation of seeing his gorgeous cock has me licking my lips as saliva pools in my mouth.

I don’t reply and he drops his pants, leaving him in a pair of Calvin Klein boxers.

“Take off your tank top,” he directs. There is command in his tone that makes me feel all hot and bothered. It’s very different from the night on the beach where he let me take the reins and he was being careful. I’m thinking it was because he knew I didn’t trust him that night, but now I do. We live in the same house and I know he isn’t a bad guy.

I do as he says. I lift my tank top over my head, leaving my upper body bare.

He hisses. His intake of breath is sharp.

“Take off the shorts too,” he orders.

I slip my shorts off, squirming with need as he watches me with lust in his eyes.

He rubs his hand over his hardened cock and I want that hand on me. I want his mouth on me.

“Take off your boxers,” I tell him.

He shakes his head because he is a jerk. “That’s not how this game works. Touch yourself.”

“Ex-excuse me?” I stutter.

“Slip your fingers between your folds and show me how you get yourself off,” he says.

“I. . .”

“Do you not masturbate?” he asks.

“I mean sometimes,” I confess, tripping over my own words. I am out of my element.

“Then show me.” He tilts his chin to between my thighs.

I slip my fingers between my folds to find myself completely drenched. I am so wet and swollen.

“Finn, please, I need it to be you,” I beg.

“But you’re so beautiful like this, Charlie. I want to watch you come undone.”

“No, I can’t make myself come,” I admit, feeling so embarrassed and needy.

“I’ve heard you come,” he insists.

“Because you made me come, Finn, please, I’m so close,” I say, moving my fingers faster.

“Do you want to tell me that I’m the only one who has made you come?” he asks, looking proud of himself.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I retort dryly. All I want is his hands on me.

“Play nice, Charlie,” he warns.

“Or what?” I challenge. I’m so close and need him to finish me off.

Before I can say another word, Finn is on me, his mouth on my nipples sucking, licking.

“That feels. . .” I moan as he moves to the other nipple.

“Confession,” he says pausing. “I’ve been dreaming of your breasts since the night on the beach.”

His revelation is rather sweet and shows an openness I don’t expect from him.

“You didn’t see my breasts on the beach,” I say for clarification.

“Exactly,” he says, dipping his head once more. He sucks on my nipples while his hand kneads my other breast.

“I need more, Finn.”

“Aren’t you greedy?” he teases and his tongue begins to flick my nipple, as he shifts to straddle me. With both his hands, he presses my breasts together. “I will need to fuck these breasts, just not today.”

His words confuse me because he said this would be a one-time arrangement. That’s all either of us can afford, yet having his hands and his lips on me feels like heaven, even if he is an athlete.

I reach down and pump his large cock pushing his boxers down enough to give me access I lick his tip. His breathing picks up. I suck on the crown, unable to get more than that in my mouth from this angle.

“Fuck, this is hot.” I lick his crown, and he hisses and says, “Fuck yeah.” His fingers thread through my hair and his hips begin to move at a steady tempo. “I want inside that pretty pussy of yours, Charlie.”

His words cause a clench between my thighs.

“It’s so big,” I reply to him.

He shifts down my body until his head is between my thighs. I lean up on my elbows, watching him spread my lips with his fingers, before his mouth makes contact with my most sensitive parts.

His tongue moves across my clit. “You’re so damn sweet.”

“Argh.” My hips buck off the bed as he picks up the pace.

“Don’t come, Charlie,” he warns, but he is being relentless.

“You’re asking the impossible,” I groan, my eyes rolling. I am so close when he stops shifting above me.

“We need a condom,” he states. He shifts off me and grabs his pants off the floor. He pulls a condom out of his pocket. Watching him is pure pleasure as he holds the base of his cock and rolls the condom on. He removes his boxers. “The way you look at me, Charlie.” He shakes his head but his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are glazed with lust.

“I want to take you missionary so I can watch your face while I’m inside you,” he declares.

“That’s the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me,” I blurt as he lines himself up with my entrance.

A slow smile spreads his lips. This one isn’t coy, it’s sincere and absolutely perfect. “Do you always say what’s on your mind?”

“Not always,” I admit. “But I don’t like to play games. I appreciate the people I surround myself with to not play games either.”

“That’s refreshing,” he says and then he slips inside me. My mouth opens into an O as he fills me and then pulls back.

“Oh, that feels good.” I hold on to his back, digging my nails into his skin. Wanting more. He slides back in, groaning. “You feel so tight.”

He pulls back and slams back into me until he reaches a punishing rhythm. His cock is so large and filling that with every thrust I feel his length rubbing me in all the right places. I never came with Raph, thinking about him now feels completely wrong and my mind blanks as Finn pounds into me. My pussy clenches around him.

“Damn, Charlie, I hope you’re close,” he grunts as a sheen of sweat breaks over his body. His scent is intoxicating. My hands run over his strong shoulders and back and help me leverage myself to move my hips against the punishing rhythm of his cock.

“So close,” I moan.

“Come, Charlie.”

His words tip me over the edge. I come hard as he plows into me and I keep my eyes open. Our eyes are locked on each other as he jerks and stiffens inside me. Watching Finn come undone is so hot because he always seems like he is in control and, in this moment, he is lost to the ecstasy. We are lost together. Something about the moment feels intimate. I don’t know if it’s because we are watching each other or it’s something else, but it makes me want to know more about him. It’s like he puts up a tough front and then calls me beautiful. He acts demanding and like a bit of an ass then he says he dreamt of my breasts. I don’t know what to make of what’s happening but when he collapses above me, holding the weight of his body just above mine, I feel like I want to hold on and not let go.

My phone ringing pulls me out of my daze.

“Ignore it,” he says, nuzzling my neck. He kisses me there and goosebumps erupt on my skin. When he turns over and lies on the bed, he pulls me into him and sighs.

I let the phone ring. But when a second call comes in, I say, “I better check it.”

I see my father’s neighbor Cameron’s phone number and my heart dips. “Shit,” I say. “Hello.” I sit up in bed, using the sheet to cover my breasts since I feel self-conscious, which doesn’t make any sense after what we just did.

“Charlie, oh thank goodness,” Cameron starts sounding frazzled. Her tone sends fear shooting through my veins.

“Hi, Cameron, is everything okay?”

“Your dad didn’t go for his usual five o’clock walk yesterday and when I saw the same thing happen today, I said I better come check on him,” she begins and I wish she’d get to the point, but I don’t want to interrupt her. “He’s not okay, Charlie. He was in bed and his eyes were open, and he was just staring at the wall. I asked him if he was okay and he said his head was hurting, but I don’t think it’s a headache.”

“Oh no, I’m in Ohio. He needs me but how will I get there?” I begin to panic.

“I can call his doctor tomorrow. I didn’t want to upset you. I just thought if you called him. If he heard your voice, maybe it would pull him out of this funk. I don’t want you feeling guilty,” Cameron says. She’s been our next-door neighbor since I was a little girl. She knew Dad had mental health issues, and she was always so good to me. I didn’t want to leave Dad and come to Riverside U, but Dad wanted me to go to college more than anything and I didn’t want to disappoint him. Problem is, I get filled with guilt for leaving him, knowing he isn’t always stable.

“I need to do something. He needs me. I could use my credit card,” I begin to mumble. “I need to get paid soon.” I’m not really speaking to Cameron at the moment. It’s more like I am thinking out loud. I need to get home, but how? My paycheck for the internship won’t be enough, and I didn’t want to blow the refund I got from the university for Campbell Hall because I may need it when I graduate. Fuck my life.

Finn reaches out and touches my thigh. That small touch reminds me he is here and we just had sex.

“What do you need, Charlie? Is everything okay?” he asks.

Well, this is embarrassing. Dad and I always tried to keep his mental illness a secret, like it was something to be ashamed of, instead of something that was out of our control like any other medical condition.

“It’s nothing,” I deny.

“This doesn’t seem like nothing. You’re panicking. Let me help you,” Finn says. They are the last words I expect from a guy like him.

“My dad isn’t well. I need to get home, but flights are expensive and a bus ride will take too long,” I explain, feeling my heart beat fast.

“I wish I could help, doll,” Cameron says. She really is a sweetheart but she has a work-related disability, and she is usually just as strapped for cash as we are.

“Thanks, Cameron. I’ll figure something out. I’m going to find a way to fly out there tonight.”

“I hope I did the right thing by calling,” she worries.

“You absolutely did. Can you just try to see if he will eat or drink something? I don’t want him dehydrating,” I say to her.

“Sure thing. I’ll hang out here and try to get something in him until you come,” she assures.

“Thanks so much. I’ll see you soon.”

We end the call. Finn is sitting up, leaning against a pile of pillows. He looks nothing short of perfect: messy bedhead hair, tired green eyes, and a ten-pack of abs that look downright lickable, but I need out of here now.

I scramble to get dressed, finding a pair of panties and jeans.

“What’s going on, Charlie?” Finn asks and he gets out of bed and begins to dress too.

“I need to leave. My dad isn’t well.” I dress fast, putting on a bra and then a sweater. I quickly throw all my belongings into the bag I brought. “Shit, I need to text Alice and tell her I have a family emergency.”

I pick up my phone and my hands are shaking.

“Hey.” Finn places a hand on my shoulder. “Let me text her for you.” My phone is already open on messages to Alice and he sends her a text. Her reply is almost instant, wishing me well and telling me it’s okay for me to leave.

“You better go. I don’t want you getting caught in here,” I warn Finn.

“I’m not leaving you, you’re shaking,” he replies.

He’s fully dressed too.

“Please go. I can’t lose this internship, please,” I beg. I begin to move him toward my door.

He is at the door when he spins around. “I’m coming with you. You aren’t in a state to travel alone.”

A sad laugh escapes me. “My dad lives in Buffalo, if you missed that.”

“I didn’t miss it. Look, I have some money. I’ll get you a ticket and fly out there with you,” he offers.

I have whiplash. “You want to come home with me?” I splutter. “I’m your hookup.”

“You’re a mess, and despite what you may think of me, I can’t send you on your own right now,” he states, leaving me so confused. He’s standing on the threshold of my door, and I am trying to digest what this gorgeous man is offering me.

I blink. He thinks you’re a bloody mess.

“Let me go pack my things, and I’ll meet you in the lobby,” Finn suggests.

“Are you crazy? What will you say to Coach? You can’t just leave with me.”

“Coach is my big brother, remember? I’ll tell him you’re a friend and you need help,” Finn replies. “I’ll check for tickets online when I get to my room.”

“Finn. . .” I’m at a loss of words.

“It’s okay, Charlie. I don’t know what’s going on back home with your dad, but I’m here,” he assures.

I stare at him like he is an alien from another planet. “Okay,” I say slowly.

“It’s Buffalo, New York?” he confirms.

I nod.

Finn charges off and I close the door and finish packing. I’ve always dealt with Daddy’s ups and downs on my own. I always felt this emptiness in the pit of my stomach and a loneliness I couldn’t describe, but tonight is different because Finn isn’t really a grumpy asshole. He’s my knight in shining armor.