Chapter 20

CHAPTER TWENTY

FINNIGAN

“Did you kids have a nice walk on the beach?” Conor jokes with a huge smile as we head back up the patio steps to find him sitting at the fire pit with Jorge and Layla. “Good stargazing on the beach?”

“Oh, someone definitely saw stars,” Jorge razzes. “Pretty sure they heard her coming way out in Montauk.”

“Jesus Christ, Jorge.” Layla smacks his arm as Cat’s face turns a hot shade of red that I don’t think I’ve ever witnessed before.

“What?” Jorge shouts, rubbing his arm. “I’m jealous. Do you know how long it’s been since I was fucked so good I screamed like that?”

“I am not above beating the piss out of you too, Jorge,” I threaten. Catlin is struggling enough with our relationship, she doesn’t need these assholes getting into her head about it too. “You might not be one of my brothers, but you are family. And that makes you fair game.” Jorge quickly throws his hands up in surrender as I playfully stalk toward him.

It takes us nearly an hour to say our thank you and goodbye to everyone, which gets us back to the church significantly later than either of us had planned. Driving past the entrance, I assume Cat also notices that the church van is back already when she squeezes me tightly. I turn down the block that runs along the brick wall I’ve used to sneak onto the property a few times. Sending her over the wall sans panties isn’t exactly how I planned to get her home tonight.

Gripping her waist, I hoist her so she can climb onto the wall. As she sits on the ledge, I vault over to help her down the other side. Hidden from view by the convent, I press her back to the brick wall and cage her against it. Claiming her mouth again, I kiss her until we’re both breathless before pulling back. “I should go.”

“You should,” She palms my face and pulls me back in for another passionate kiss.

After pushing away from her, I slam my back against the brick of the convent. My eyes hungrily roam over her body as I adjust myself. “I have to go, piscín . I don’t trust myself to stay.”

“I don’t trust myself to let you,” she exhales. “Go.”

With a single leap, I make it onto the top of the wall before dropping down to the sidewalk below. I wait until I hear her shut the door before climbing back onto my bike. During the entire ride home, the only thing I can think about is sinking inside of her. My whirlwind of fantasies is so fucking vivid that I’m hard as a fucking rock when I park my bike in the garage.

It’s going to take one hell of a cold shower to tame this.

I head toward the bathroom to shower when I get home. Shoving my hand into my pocket, I am pleasantly surprised that I still have Catlin’s panties. I pull them out and roll them in my hand. groaning when I realize they are still damp. Lifting them to my face, I take a deep breath and inhale her delicious scent as I strip from my clothes.

Fuck, does she ever smell good!

My phone buzzes, and I pull it from my pocket to find two texts from Catlin. She must’ve texted while I was riding home.

CATLIN

Was I really that loud?

And do you have my panties?

A broad smile spreads across my face as I breathe her scent in again before texting her back.

I’m already preparing to soundproof my apartment

And yes, I do.

They smell like your sweet heaven.

The phone rings, and I quickly answer it. “Yes, piscín ?”

“Are you seriously at home sniffing my panties?” Her voice ticks up with disbelief.

Fuck the cold shower…

“I am, and I’m so fucking hard thinking about you.” I suck in a deep breath as I rub my hand along my shaft.

“Oh…”

Putting the phone on speaker, I drop it onto the counter. “You can hang up, or you can listen to what you do to me. The choice is yours, piscín.”

I wrap my hand around my cock and slide it along my length. It is a sad substitute for the tight warmth I want to be inside. Moans rattle from me as I fist my shaft.

“Are you thinking about me?” Cat’s timid voice comes through the speaker.

“You’re the only fucking thing I think about,” I groan. “Every night, I fuck my hand thinking about how much I want to be inside you.”

The phone is silent, but Cat hasn’t hung up. My good girl is curious. There is a naughty side of her just dying to get out.

“I can’t stop thinking about you coming around my fingers,” I pant as I fist myself faster. “How fucking tight you were… And fuck… How fucking hard you came around me.”

“I liked…”

“Don’t be shy, piscín. Be a good girl and tell me what you like as you listen to me stroke my cock. Make me come all over your panties.”

“I liked how you felt inside me,” she softly responds.

“You’ll fucking love how I stretch and fill you when you’re ready to take every inch of my cock.”

“Y…yes…,” she stammers before confessing, “I’ve been thinking about that since you left.”

“Fuck…” I exhale. Fighting against my release, my groans echo off the walls of the master bathroom. But listening to her talk about wanting me inside of her, I lose all control. Guttural moans rattle from my chest as I shoot ropes of cum into the damp panties I’ve been sliding along my shaft.

With her cum-filled panties in my fist, I slump over the counter. I struggle to catch my breath and realize that she, too, is panting. “Did your panties get wet listening to me come?”

“You have my panties, Finnigan.”

“If you only have one pair,” I tease, “I guess I’ll have to return them to you in the morning. See you soon, Catlin.”

“Good night, Finn.”

“Good night, birthday girl.”