Chapter Thirty-Three

Finn

B ack at the house, I locked the door behind us as I ushered Chessly into my room. This conversation required privacy.

"Now. Say it again."

From the way she blinked up at me, I could tell she was stalling, maybe trying to pretend she didn't know what I meant.

I tipped my hand to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, letting my fingertip linger on her soft skin in the way that triggered her. "Say it again, Chess."

"I love you, Finn. I don't know how or when it happened, but seeing you walk out of the stadium with that girl who could have ruined your life, I figured out I didn't want to lose you." She covered my hand with hers, tugging my palm to her lips where she nuzzled a kiss in the center that shot straight to my dick. "Actually, I figured it out that day in the Union. It's why I reacted the way I did."

Slipping my arms around her, I hauled her up flush to my body. "Want to know when I started to fall in love with you?"

The smile that stretched across her face warmed every corner of my heart.

"At the bonfire."

Her eyes rounded in shock.

"You were the hottest girl there, and you kept eye-fucking me. Even after our friends called you out for it—and you denied it—you kept doing it. If not for that shitty interruption from she-who-will-not-be-named, we would have started this relationship last fall." I stole a little kiss and continued. "Our time apart was the worst time of my life. I don't ever want to go through that again."

I felt her body tremble and knew without her words she didn't want to experience that again either.

"I love you, Chessly Clarke. I love you so much."

"I love you, Finn McCabe." Her grin turned wicked. "This is the part where we should show each other how much."

Laughing, I picked her up and tossed her onto the bed where I pounced on her, flattening her to the mattress as I kissed us both stupid. When I let us up for air, I said, "Great idea. Glad we thought of it."

A few minutes later, our clothes were scattered over the floor, and Chess was beneath me, gloriously naked as she scored her nails over my chest. Her eyes caught on my shoulder, and she ran a tentative touch over my skin. "Does it hurt?"

I glanced down at the bruise starting where Callahan had managed to get a step on me and blow past me on one play. No doubt he'd be rubbing that in at film tomorrow.

"It will feel all kinds of better if you kiss it." I aimed for sincere, maybe a bit innocent.

The teasing in her eyes said I hadn't pulled it off. Still, she leaned up and brushed a soft kiss over my owie.

Pointing at a spot on my chest, I said, "I think I have a bruise starting here too."

A smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth before she blessed me with another soft kiss.

"This too." I pointed at the side of my ribs.

She slid down and nibbled over my skin, sending blood rushing directly to my already rock-hard dick. Somehow, she leveraged herself so that she could put her weight behind pushing me over onto my back, and the next thing I knew, she was hovering over my thighs as she gave them careful inspection for bruises.

"Is this what I can expect during the regular season?" she asked as she planted more soft kisses along my quads while her hair tickled my dick, making me groan.

"The bruising?" I managed through clenched teeth. "Yeah, it's an endless thing. I think the last season's marks faded by the end of January."

"You're saying you're going to need weekly TLC?" Her soft lips left a trail of fire over my skin. My dick ached with wanting those lips kissing it. Instead, she kissed her way down to my knees.

"Daily." The word came out raspy, and I didn't give a shit how the sound exposed the knots she'd tied me in.

"Mm-hmm."

At last she reversed course, her fingers leading the way as her mouth inched closer to the place I most wanted it. When she touched her pillowy lips to my balls, I surged up off the sheets. Splaying her fingers over my belly, she pushed me back down while she tickled my shaft with the tip of her tongue. I plowed my fingers into her hair and worked my ass off to talk myself down from shoving my cock into her mouth.

She hummed along my length, the vibration driving me wild. But as bad as I needed her to keep going, I knew I had to say the thing I didn't want to say. "Chess. Babe, you don't have to—"

Wrapping her mouth around the head of my dick, she shut me right the fuck up. She swallowed me whole on one smooth downstroke then licked and sucked her way back up. Popping off me, she raised her eyes to mine. "I thought we established we were going to show each other how we feel."

"Uh-huh," was all I could manage.

"Then do not tell me I don't have to show you how much I love you."

Without giving me a chance to respond, she went to town on my cock, licking and sucking, kissing and palming me until I gave up.

"You are so hot and hard. Mmm. And delicious," she purred. "I've wanted to do this for so long."

"You like to talk during sex, don't you?"

"Only when the guy really turns me on."

My eyes rolled back in my head as a stupid smile spread over my face. Fisting my hands in the sheets, I held on while Chessly did exactly as she damn well pleased and gave me the most intense pleasure of my life. Afterward, she kissed her way up my belly, across my chest, and up the column of my neck before she settled herself on top of me, cuddling me as though I were her favorite pillow.

"That was a such a good time."

I played my fingertips along the length of her spine as we lay quiet for a few minutes. Once I'd caught my breath, I said, "For the record, we're in trouble if my package is ever bruised in practice or a game. But when you kissed my cock, I forgot all about the battering my body took in the scrimmage."

A chuckle puffed out of her. "Good to know."

"Something else can make me forget bruises."

"Yeah?"

Without giving her any warning, I flipped her onto her back. "Kissing you all over is my favorite distraction."

Starting with the hollow of her throat, I kissed my way over her collarbones, along the swells of her breasts to the delectable tight peaks of her nipples where I lingered until she was writhing and panting beneath me.

"Babe, I adore these beauties. Especially how they poke right up when I put my mouth on them."

Then I decided to give her a taste of her own medicine, pecking light kisses along her ribs, down to her hips, and over the tops of her pretty thighs. I tickled the backs of her knees with my fingertips, and she rewarded me by opening herself to me. In the daylight streaming through the window at the foot of the bed, I looked my fill at her pink pussy, my mouth watering at the thought of eating her. In a minute. After the torture she'd put me through, she needed a bit of turnabout.

"Like what you see?" She might have been trying for flirty, but her words came out breathy and needy.

I loved it.

Nibbling my way along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, I delighted in the crescendoing moans and whimpers coming from her throat. When she lifted her hips off the bed, offering herself to me, I grinned against her skin and kept playing.

At last she growled, "Finn," her tone a warning, and I relented. Sealing my lips over her hard clit, I went to work licking and sucking, tickling and teasing until her head rolled from side to side on the pillow, and I had to hold her bucking hips down with my forearm. When she plowed her hands into my hair with a scream, her tight sheath convulsing around the two fingers I'd slid inside her, it was all I could do to keep from shouting my triumph to the world. Making Chessly Clarke come was number one on my list of favorite things to do.

As she came down from her climax, I climbed up her body, reached into the drawer of the nightstand, and extracted a condom. Before she'd caught her breath, I was suited up and positioning myself at her center. "Catch your breath quick, babe. The fourth quarter is about to start." Leaning in close, I whispered, "I'm going for the tie."

I heard the smile in her voice. "So we both win."

"Exactly."

In one smooth thrust, I sheathed myself all the way to my balls. Gripping my shoulders, she pulled me down for a long, wet kiss, giving me no other option but to start moving. Initially, her hips kept time with my thrusts, but after the first two rounds, we were both too keyed up for slow, easy lovemaking. In seconds, I'd pushed up on my knees, my hands wrapped around her hips as I pounded into her. Scoring her nails over my thighs, she urged me on.

"More, Finn. More. Please. Harder," she pleaded. Then a long "Yeesss!" ripped from her throat on a scream as her walls clamped down on me.

My own orgasm sizzled down my spine like lightning, my body going rigid with a release that went on and on and on. A couple of involuntary thrusts followed, and Chess's body went nuts around mine, pulsing and squeezing, and driving me straight out of my head.

It took more than minute for the two of us to come down from the most epic sex in the world. I'd thought the first time we were together was the best I'd ever had, but every time with her was better than the last. At the rate we were going, I was headed toward a massive explosion. I grinned against her skin. If that was a biological possibility, I'd die a happy man.

After I rolled off her to dispose of the condom, I snuggled her close, pillowing her head on my chest. "I like this game," I said as I kissed her hair.

"What game?" she asked, her voice sounding faraway, like she was on the edge of dropping off to sleep.

"The showing each other how much we love each other game."

She pressed a kiss to my pec. "Me too. I could keep playing it forever."

"That's a great idea."