Chapter Thirty

Chessly

T he horseshoe driveway in front of Hanover was a fifteen-minute-only parking area—something I had to remind Finn about when he flattened me against the back of my dorm room door with his big, sexy body.

"I mean it, mister. The desk clerk will call a tow company to have your truck hauled away and laugh the whole time he's making the call."

Mischief danced in his whiskey eyes. "It's one kiss, Chess. I need it to tide me over."

I raspberried out a breath, which he covered with his mouth, promptly making me forget my point.

A long, long time later, I clocked my knee resting on his hip and the hard outline of his erection behind the fly of his jeans rubbing up and down my needy center. From the way were both moving, it was a wonder we hadn't set the fronts of our jeans on fire.

Swallowing hard, I slowly lowered my leg. "Toothbrush," I mumbled.

He blew out a breath and nodded, so I guess he heard me. It still took him an age to step away from me. I had to admit I liked that he didn't want to stop touching me. Lord knew I didn't want to stop touching him.

Wasting no time, I snagged my backpack from the floor beside my desk and stuffed in clean socks and panties, my toothbrush and toiletries bag, and a clean T-shirt for under my sweater and jacket while watching tomorrow's scrimmage.

"You did that impressively quick." He smirked.

"I hope we still have a ride to your place when we hit the lobby," I sassed back.

When we emerged into the lobby, I caught the desk clerk hanging up the phone. "Did you call the tow company just now?"

He shrugged. "Rules are rules. They apply to everyone—even RAs and Wildcats players."

"Better call 'em back so they don't charge the dorm for a false callout." I tugged on Finn's hand to hustle him to the door. The campus towing company was only about ten minutes from Hanover.

The guy was new and one of those people who followed every rule to the letter. I bet he'd never once even jaywalked on campus. "They charge for not having a tow when they arrive?"

"Sure do," I said over my shoulder. "You'll have to file a report with the dorm supervisor for the charge."

The phone clattered across the desk when he knocked it from its cradle in his haste to cancel the tow. I saved my giggles until Finn and I were in his truck.

"Seriously? The tow company charges for a false alarm?" he asked as he started his pickup and put it in gear.

"Have to, or else people would be calling in tows all the time as pranks. It's only a twenty-dollar charge, but there truly is paperwork so the tow company gets paid. Becky, our supervisor, hates paperwork." I wrinkled my nose in the direction of the lobby. "I probably shouldn't have told him after his snarky comment about the rules."

Finn's hand found its way to the top of my thigh. "Nah, you did him a solid. If he's any kind of guy, he'll remember that next time."

I kind of forgot what we were talking about when his fingertips moved back and forth along the inside seam of my jeans. Though the contact was short-lived due to his having to shift gears, the lingering sensation of his touch sent a flurry of tingles straight to my clit. My entire body tightened in anticipation of what we could get up to in the privacy of his bedroom, and I had to wonder at myself.

Never before had things with a guy moved this fast for me. Not sex. While my experience was limited to the digits on one hand, I hadn't been holding out until my wedding day. I'd had two semi-serious relationships that had fizzled out and a couple of good-time hookups that had lasted for a few months before each of us wanted to move on.

Then there was Finn.

Starting with that first night when he'd offered me a ride home from the Homecoming bonfire, I'd sensed something different about him, something special. I'd wasted too much time making excuses denying the chemistry between us since the moment we met. Yeah, we'd only had one formal—epic—date, but we'd been seeking each other for months.

When he pulled into the driveway of the Victorian, he let out a mild curse and parked behind a green Mustang.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I thought Danny was spending the night at his girlfriend's is all." He killed the engine and hopped out, running around the front of the truck to open my door for me. "You'll have to be super quiet. Will that be possible?" His eyes twinkled as he snagged my backpack from my hand, slinging it over his shoulder with one hand while linking the fingers of his other hand through mine.

"I'm sure I can contain myself," I said, my tone far more nonchalant than I felt.

He gave my hand a squeeze. "Sounds like a dare." Waggling his eyebrows, he said, "I live for dares."

Hustling us up the steps and through the front door, he didn't give me a chance to respond before we were in the front foyer. He let me go long enough to unlace his boots. Straightening, he said, "It's my turn to clean the downstairs. Help me out, Chess." He gave a pointed stare at my still-booted feet.

After shucking off my hikers, I lined them up neatly on the mat. "Satisfied?"

"Not yet, but I have no doubt I'm about to be." The wicked intent in his eyes was its own dare, but before I could call his ass out on his terrible double entendre, he dropped a shoulder. In one quick move, I was ass-up, face-down over his shoulder, his laughter echoing up the stairs ahead of us as he carried me to his room.

"You're a beast, Finn McCabe!" I yelled.

"Shh, Chess," he chided me. "Inside voice."

Rich laughter followed his words, and even though I gave a valiant effort, I couldn't stop the smile that spread over my face at his antics.

Closing his bedroom door behind us, he walked through the dark to the side of his bed and flipped on the bedside lamp. A second later, my backpack hit the floor in front of the nightstand with a thump right before I landed in the middle of his glorious king-size bed.

"Remember, babe." He nodded toward the headboard. "The walls in this place are thin, and Danny's home." He put a finger to his lips. "Shh." Then he pounced on me.

"Finn!" I screeched as he started tickling me. "You're such a brat."

With a laugh he said, "Babe, we discussed this. Inside voice."

For a few breathy seconds, I tried to fight off his naughty hands before the lightbulb went off, and I changed the game. Reaching between his legs where he straddled me, I cupped his balls, massaging him through his jeans with the palm of my hand. His silliness stopped abruptly mid-tickle as he sucked in air.

"Underhanded, Chess. Extremely underhanded."

"You like it when I underhand you." I darted my gaze to where he was rubbing himself in my hand.

"That's it. Time to show you who's in charge around here."

He slid off the bed and tugged his hoodie off, sending it somewhere behind him. His T-shirt followed. The low light did incredible things to his firm torso, highlighting his glorious pecs and shadowing the ridges of his slightly defined abs. Unlike a lot of guys who played on the line, Finn didn't carry an ounce of fat, but he also didn't sport the washboard definition of some of the skill players.

I loved his body—something I was pretty sure he'd figured out.

In one go, he shucked his jeans, boxers, and socks to stand in front of me deliciously naked, a certain part of him standing proudly at attention. For a long minute, he let me look. When I sat all the way up with the intention of touching, he preempted me by taking my hands and pulling me up to stand in front of him.

"You are overdressed. Shall we take care of that?"

Answering his own question, he pushed my jacket off my shoulders and tossed it in the direction of his desk. Next, he gripped the hem of my sweater and tugged it up, giving me no choice but to lift my arms so he could pull it over my head. Cool air rushed over my skin, alerting me to the fact he'd divested me of my T-shirt too.

"Damn, Chess. You are so perfect."

With the pads of his forefingers, he toured the swells of my breasts above my bra. Goose bumps pebbled my skin, and he slipped his hands behind my back, flicking the clasp open. Reverently, he slid his fingers under the straps and slowly glided the scrap of satin off my body. His heated gaze on my exposed breasts threatened to light me on fire.

"So fucking perfect."

All the playfulness of the past thirty minutes evanesced in the raspy tone of his voice.

I was far from perfect, my top nowhere near in proportion to my bottom. I barely filled out the B cups of my bra, while my hips stretched every pair of jeans in my closet to their breaking point. Yet when Finn looked at me the way he was looking at me now, I believed I was perfect.

Tugging at the fly of my jeans, he said, "These have to come off. Now."

Obeying his command, I unzipped and pushed my jeans down my legs, stepping on them to step out of them.

A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his sculpted lips. "These too." Slipping his fingers beneath the elastic of my plain white bikini panties, he pulled them down to my ankles.

His breath ghosting over my skin raised more goose bumps ahead of his hands feathering over the backs of my calves, the sensitive spots behind my knees, and the length of my hamstrings. Kisses joined the sensory party he'd started over my body, his mouth setting the tops of my thighs on fire. When he nibbled and licked the crease where my thighs met my hips, I worried about embarrassing myself with a gush of wetness between my legs.

"Finn." My voice was so breathy, I didn't think he'd heard me. Not that it mattered.

"Open for me, babe." I heard the low rumble of his voice just fine.

When I didn't move right away, he smoothed his fingertips along the insides of my thighs, turning my knees to jelly. I wobbled and grasped his powerful shoulders to remain upright, eliciting a dark laugh from him.

"So that's how it is." His eyes found mine. "I like that. I like it a lot."

In one smooth move, he stood before me, gathered me up in his arms, and gently deposited me back on the bed. Without warning, he palmed my knees, urging them apart. Then he kissed and nibbled his way along the sensitive skin of my thighs. By the time he'd reached his destination, he'd lit my body on fire. I wanted him so much, I was shaking, yet he took his time tasting me, his moans of pleasure going straight to my head.

If all the world came to an end with the movement of my hips, I still couldn't have stopped myself from writhing and bucking as he suckled and licked, kissed and played the hard nub of my clit and the depths of my pussy. Another dark laugh escaped him as he draped one heavy forearm across my hips, adding pressure to still me. I plowed my fingers into his hair, tugging at the thick strands as he enjoyed me.

The pressure building low in my belly crescendoed into an explosion of sensations the second he added his fingers to the ministrations of his mouth. Arching my back, I cried his name as waves of pleasure washed through me. He moaned against my clit, the vibrations exciting me even more, and I bucked against his restraining arm as the climax overwhelmed me.

A second later his hand was over my mouth as he chuckled against my belly. "Chess, remember? Inside voice."

"You do that to me and expect me to be quiet? Seriously?" I meant to sound stern, but the aftershocks rolling through me stole the command from my voice.

Reaching into the drawer in the nightstand, he fished out a condom, tore open the packet, and sheathed himself. His whiskey eyes glittered down at me as he said, "We'll work on it, yeah?"

For a few minutes he held himself in his hand, teasing me with the head of his cock against my sensitive flesh. Digging my nails into the tops of his thighs, I lifted my hips, silently demanding he follow up on the promise he was making.

"You're a greedy little thing, aren't you?" His smile was positively wicked. "You're also dripping wet. Do you have any idea how hot that is?" He centered himself at my entrance then set his hands on the pillow on either side of my head. "Fuck, I need this, Chess. Need you."

His mouth covered mine at the same time as he thrust inside me. He swallowed my gasp of delight as our lips and tongues mirrored our bodies' movements. My hands roamed the broad expanse of his muscled back, and I reveled in the tremors my touch sent over his skin. When he settled himself against me, flattening my breasts with his chest, I wrapped my arms and legs tight around him and held on for the ride.

Though he started out with a steady rhythm, the friction building between us overwhelmed his leisurely pace. Soon he pushed himself up, straightening his arms as his hips pistoned between my thighs. Then he changed the angle, hooking my ankles over his shoulders as he gripped the backs of my thighs and drove into me.

"Jesus, babe. Fuck. You feel so incredible." His words came out with a grunt. "Chessly. Baby. You need to come. Fuck. Please." Rubbing the pad of his thumb over my clit, he added another kind of pressure and friction that sent me over the edge.

With my hands fisting the sheets, my body bowed as my inner muscles clamped down hard on his thrusting cock. Behind my eyelids green stars danced a wild dance as the most powerful orgasm of my life ripped through me.

My eyes flew open as Finn clamped his hand over my mouth. In wonder, I watched the cords of his neck straining against his own shouts, his teeth gritted as he suddenly went rigid. A series of thrusts I didn't think he could control followed before he relaxed his hold on me.

After gently lowering my feet to the bed on either side of his thighs, he let himself rest on top of me, our labored breathing loud in the otherwise quiet room. I played my fingertips along the long muscles of his back as intense aftershocks like mini-orgasms rolled through me.

"Finn—" I swallowed over my raw throat and tried again. "I never saw you coming."

Chuckling into the side of my neck, he said, "That's because you had your eyes shut tight."

"Not what I meant."

"I know."

As the sweat began to cool on our bodies, he rolled off me and disposed of the condom in the trash beside the bed. Then he pulled me into his side so my head rested on his chest. We remained quiet as he drew lazy circles on my arm that I mirrored on his chest.

"Having you back means everything, Chess. Thank you for giving me another chance."

I wrapped my arm around him, hugging him tight. "Thank you for not giving up."