Ever Enough (28 page)

Almost a week had passed since we’d been to see my parents, and Finn and I had become closer than ever. During the week I also received a phone call from my lawyer to say that the judge had granted my divorce from West. I found it funny that marriage, which took eight years to build, could dissolve and be dismissed in a matter of months. West hadn’t spoken to me since I announced the pregnancy. He didn’t seem to care about our child or want to know how I was doing and I have to admit, it hurt. Nobody could devote that much time to someone and then just get up and walk away without having some sort of residual feelings. I didn’t love West, and I didn’t think I ever really had. But he had been my husband, and we’d shared a life together. We had been friends, which is more than likely why I felt sadness when I thought about him not caring about me or our child. The papers that were signed and filed included the additional money he said he’d pay me for the baby; despite me telling him that I didn’t want it. When I had hung up with my lawyer, I decided that I was going to head to the bank and open up a separate account for the money to be deposited into for the time being. I would look at setting it up so that my son or daughter could have the money when he or she turned eighteen. I had no need for the money.

I’d given myself twenty-four hours to let the idea of being a divorced woman sink in, and therefore the following day, I woke up in the best mood. The weight of the divorce had been taken off of my shoulders and I felt light and airy. As I lay there in bed with Finn wrapped around me, I smiled at my new situation. I was no longer in limbo. I had more of an idea where I wanted my life to go. And the best bit? Finn was in every part of it. Some may have looked at my situation as sad, but from where I was lying—with a hot man wrapped around me—I couldn’t see it that way any longer. The unease I’d been feeling had gone. All this time I’d thought it might have been Finn, and the feeling that he was hiding something from me, but I now believed it had been the not knowing if I was going up or down, left or right.

Finn had a protective arm around my stomach and his heavy even breaths warmed my hair. Even in his sleep, he was hard. I pushed back into him and he groaned. I tried not to giggle. Squirming a little more I wiggled my butt. He let go of my stomach and placed his hand firmly on my hips.

His deep gravely voice spoke in my ear. “Don’t start something you can’t finish Tiny Girl.”

Feeling brave I responded, “Who said I wouldn’t finish? I want you… now.”

He pushed me over on my back, while he lay on his side and his mouth was on mine. His soft tender lips were fierce, as his tongue dove deep in my mouth. His hands tangled in my hair and he pulled me even closer to him. His kiss was desperate; it was clear he wanted me and it made me even wetter than I was before. All shyness left me, and desire took its place. I reached down and grabbed his cock and started stroking him through his boxer briefs.

Finn let go of my hair and let his hand slip under my tank top, brushing his thumb across my nipples. I moaned. He bit down lightly on my lower lip, tugging before he released it and kissed his way down my neck. My stroking became more frantic. He felt amazing.

He stopped his downward path long enough to pull my shirt over my head. His naked chest against my bare skin was almost more than I could take. I was desperate and I wanted him now. As that thought passed through my head, he latched on to my nipple and started sucking, hard.

“Oh god.” I put my hands in his hair and yanked him closer to me.

He let go of my nipple and I looked down at him. He snaked his tongue out and it circled my sensitive skin, his eyes looking up at me. It was one of the most erotic things I’d ever seen. I was shaking from desire and I was so close to coming and he hadn’t even touched me where I really needed him to yet.

“You like this Tiny Girl?”

Bastard. He knew what he was doing to me. I decided turn about was fair play. I sat up, pushing him back until he was the one laying flat. I licked up his neck and nipped his earlobe. His hips shifted a bit. Pulling back a bit I smiled at him. He gave me a wicked grin back.

“What are you up…”

He was cut off by my yanking his underwear down. I gripped him hard in my hand. He was so much bigger than I remembered him being. My fingers barely touched him as I stroked him up and down.

“Fuck Em!” He grunted.

Being the one in charge was a heady experience. I licked, sucked, and bit my way down his perfect body. Each and every ridge of his abs tasted more delicious than the last. Reaching my destination, I glanced up at him. He was watching me through hooded eyes. I descended on his cock and took him into my mouth, whirling my tongue around the head of him. His hands gripped the sheets by his hips.

I dipped my head down, taking as much of him into my mouth as I could. I felt him at the back of my throat before I pulled back up. I did this a few times. Always letting my teeth slightly graze the head of his cock on my upward motion. I could tell he was trying his hardest not to push himself into my mouth, but not long after I started he couldn’t help himself any longer. One of his hands came up and held the back of my head.

“Jesus Em, I’m going to come if you keep doing that.” He bit out through gritted teeth.

I pushed even further, wanting to taste more of him. He was losing himself to me.

“Emilyn, if you don’t stop I’m going to come.”

I pulled away and looked up into his eyes. “Then come Finn. I want to taste you.”

With those words, his self control went out the window. He grabbed the sides of my head and started pumping into my mouth. He’d grown impossibly hard.

“Oh shit… shit… I’m going to come Em!”

I let go of one of this thighs and took a hold of his balls. That’s when he really lost it.

He let out a guttural groan, and his hot semen hit the back of my throat.

“Oh god.
Oh fuck
… Emilyn!”

His rhythm started to slow and falter as he shook, coming down from his orgasm.

Releasing him from my mouth, I licked my lips. He was watching me through half closed lids.

“That has got to be one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen.” He sounded tired.

I crawled up the bed and lay my head on his chest. His heart was still hammering.

“Well, I’ll be here all week.” He chuckled at my lame attempt at a joke.

“What about you?” He asked.

“What about me?” I tilted my head up, resting my chin on his right pectoral.

“I’d love to return the favor Tiny Girl.”

I thought about it. My need was obviously still there, but I was good. I thoroughly enjoyed watching him come undone at my hands—or mouth as it was—that I didn’t feel the need to get more from him.

“That was more than enough for me Finn.” I smiled at him, but I had a question lingering in my head.

“What’s on your mind Em? I can see the wheels turning up there.” He stroked his hand down my cheek.

All shyness from earlier came rushing back in. My cheeks felt like they were getting warm.

“You’re so cute when you blush.”

I rolled my eyes. “Alright… well, I was sort of wondering why we’ve done all of…well, you know…this stuff, but we haven’t actually had…” I felt weird just coming out with it.

“Sex?”

I cleared my throat, but I was unable to meet his eyes. “Yes. Don’t you want to? With me?”

“Look at me Emilyn.”

I met his eyes.

“Never doubt that I want to be with you. Okay?” I nodded my head. “I guess the easiest way to explain this to you is to say I do want to have sex… I just don’t want to have sex like this.”

Feeling like I’d been hit, I pulled back.

“What do you mean,
like this
?”

“I want you. I want you
bad.
But you’re pregnant Em. You have no idea how much I wish that baby inside you was mine. It’s not that I wouldn’t have sex with you because you’re pregnant, but the baby is someone else’s. When I’m with you again, I want it to be just you and me, with nothing between us. You are so beautiful, and you’ve been so strong through everything. I just feel that if we wait, it will be that much better.”

I suppose I understood his explanation. This baby was a product of my marriage. He didn’t want that to be in the back of our minds when we finally came together. He wanted me and only me. It was going to suck going through the next four months wanting to be with him, but I’d suck it up if it’s what he wanted.

He added, “In the meantime, there are so many other things that we can do to have fun.” He gave me a cocky smirk. “Besides, if and when it’s our turn to have a baby, you better believe I am going to have you every way under the sun.”

After a bit more teasing and playing around, Finn decided we needed to celebrate the day by going out and buying some baby furniture to decorate the nursery. I thought that was a great idea, although he seemed to be under the impression that he’d paying for said baby items. Not happening!

We drove into town and stopped at a cute little boutique across the street from Mingle, the store that Harper and I had shopped in months ago for the reunion. How things had changed since then. Going into the store, Finn led me around with his hand on my back. He stayed at my side as I picked out a crib, changing table, and bassinet; all of which I planned on keeping in with me until I felt comfortable enough to put the baby in their own room.

When it came time to pay, Finn tried to gently push me aside and hand the lady at the register his credit card, but I was still fast for a preggo and beat him to it. He glowered at me, and I beamed up at him.

“You’ll have to be faster next time.”

He growled. “Uh huh. This right here,” he motioned with his hand between me and the cash register. “This is never going to happen again. Understood?”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re so bossy!” I was happy that I didn’t have to argue with him in the store though.

“Only with you Em.” He picked up the bags that held the new crib bedding and he followed me out of the store.

“You want to go grab some lunch at that new sandwich shop across from Beans?” If I didn’t eat soon, I was certain I’d revert to the ways of the wild and eat my young before it was born.

“Sounds good.”

We loaded up the car and drove through town.

When we got to the shop, Finn went to the counter to order our food while I found us a seat by the window. It was too cool to sit outside but the sun was warm as it beat through the glass. I positioned myself so I could feel the heat on my back, and I faced the rest of the shop.

Ten minutes later Finn sat down across from me and we chatted and ate our sandwiches.

“This place is so good!” I said around a mouthful of food. “Definitely going to come here during my lunch break!”

Finn agreed with me and we continued to eat to our hearts content. When we finished he sat back and patted his protruding belly. I burst out laughing.

“You look like you’re trying to compete.” I said pointing to my stomach.

“Yours is definitely cuter than mine.” He chuckled.

He looked over my shoulder still smiling when his mouth faltered. His face contorted to a mix of distaste, panic, and confusion. His eyes traveled towards the front door.

“Oh shit.”

“What?” His expression was unnerving.

He didn’t answer me. My attention was drawn to one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen walking towards our table. Her light blue eyes were almost gray. She was very tall with long lean legs. Her breast were huge, but more than likely fake. And as she approached her eyes were set on Finn. What the hell was going on?

I tore my gaze away from the tall woman to look at Finn, and I saw him swallow hard.

“What in the hell are you doing here Valerie?” Finn spoke up and he didn’t sound very happy.

Holy shit! This was Val? The woman that Kyler went and on and on about at the reunion? The same woman that Finn had been seeing on-and-off when he lived in California?

“What do you mean, what am I doing here? I kept calling you and you wouldn’t take my calls.” She said in her oh-so-perfect voice. Of course even her voice was beautiful.

As she spoke, pieces of the puzzle in my head began to fit together. That was who had been calling his phone—it was never a telemarketer. She was the reason he was so distracted that day I was trying to talk to him. How often had they been talking? How did she know where to find him? Did he want her to be here? Did he ask her to come out here so I could see that he had someone else waiting for him? Suddenly my sandwich wasn’t sitting so well in my stomach.