Igniting the Wild Sparks (27 page)

I tilt my head. “You don’t have to leave until later this week, right?”

“No. I have to leave Sunday after practice. I’ll be back Tuesday night, but then I have to go out of town again Wednesday morning.”

“What? Why so much?” I know I’m pouting.

He quietly says, “It’s my job, Becks.”

“
But that’s a lot in one week.”

“I know. I told you I’d be out of town more for a while.” I nod and he goes on, “I will still try to get to the wedding. It’s not looking good, and I can’t promise you, but if I get done early, I’ll head to Virginia Beach. I’ll probably miss the ceremony, but maybe I can still see you in that dress. Okay?”

I smile. “I would love that.”

He smiles back. “So would I.”

“Really?”

His eyes widen at my doubt.
“Yes. Really. I’ve already told you that.”

“I know you did.
” I glance down to his throat and whisper, “I’m going to miss you when you’re gone.”

He
takes his arm from my waist and clutches my arms with both hands. His gaze is imploring. “Baby, I’m going to miss you, too. I’ve loved being with you this past week.”

“Me, too, Finn.”

He anxiously licks his lips as his eyes suddenly spark. “Move in with me, Becks. I can’t go back to the weekend visits now. That’s what I’m afraid is going to happen. I’ve been trying to hold onto every day with you this week and cram as much as I can before you want me to go back to my apartment. Alone. I can’t do it. We need to pick a place. I don’t care which one. As long as we’re together in the same bed every night that I’m home. I need you by my side. Will you be there for me, so I can be there for you?” He sounds so disparaged.

I
innately nod. “How about after Morgan’s wedding, we’ll move my things to your apartment? In the meantime, we can go back to your apartment if you don’t want to stay here.” However, as Morgan had mentioned, I can’t move
all
of my things until after I propose. Just in case I need a temporary haven to lick my wounds. How will I keep him from staying with me, though? Maybe he’d have the courtesy to give me a few days to myself.

“I’m okay here, but I admit, I like the security and the privacy my place has. It keeps some of the crazies away. Your apartment doesn’t have shit.”

I giggle. “You afraid some of your Finnatics will find you here and try to see you naked?”

He rolls his eyes and a smile lifts his lips. “Come on, Becks. They don’t have to try. I’ll gladly show them what I have.”

I scoff, with a faux pout, “Cocky much?”

He pulls on my arms until our noses touch. “And you love it.” He laughs, shaking me on top of him and jostling my bruise, but I giggle over the pain. His eyes study my face and his smile becomes solemn. “
I don’t care where I am, as long as it’s with you.”

I smile. “Okay, baby.”

He inhales and rubs his hands up and down my arms. “So, you’ll really do it? We’re going to live together?”

I lightly laugh and notice his dick hardening beneath my leg.
“Aren’t we technically living together now?”

Sparks’
eyes flicker apprehensively over my face as he gives a slight nod. “I love coming home to you and sleeping next to you every night. I’m not going back to living without you, Becks. I want you with me. Always.”

With his right hand, he reaches up and gently draws
my head down to kiss him, lightly stroking my cheek with his fingers. Our kiss starts off slow and sweet, but suddenly, his lips become greedier, as does his tongue, intently licking and sucking mine. He eagerly digs his left hand into my bra cup, lifting it up to trace his fingers over my nipple. I hear and feel the soft growl in his throat as he squeezes his fingers into my breast. I close my eyes as the stirring, sexual ache for him is accompanied by a sharp twinge under my bruise. I want to ignore it because the need I have for Finn is much more persistent and can be easily resolved.

With the bulge in his jeans becoming needier of my attention, I realign my pelvis and grind onto his constricted erection
, urging him into me as much as I can with him wearing jeans. He lets go of my breast and with both hands, grabs my ass and pushes me onto him more. I loudly gasp, causing the smoldering ache for him to turn into a raging burn. My hands slide up over his chest and up, over his cheeks and up into his hair, and with handfuls of his hair, I tug. The soft growl in his throat becomes a thunderous roar in his chest.

I whisper onto his lips, “You’re mine, Sparks.”

He whispers over mine, “Becks, you’re mine. All mine.”

Impulsively,
I sit up and the throbbing deep in my pussy spreads to my stomach like lightning. I force a smile and hurriedly begin to unbuckle his belt. As I work, I feel his gaze scorching through me. I
need
Sparks, but I’m doing exactly what I said
he
was doing. All I seem to want from him this week is sex. It’s crazy and confounding.

Tearing open the button of his jeans, my fingers rashly travel to his zipper and impatiently yank it down. I scrape at
the waistband of his underwear, trying to coax it down, and Finn chuckles. “Whoa, baby. We have all night to make love. Slow down. I’m not going anywhere.”

I rapidly shake my head as
I tug at his jeans, my entire body whirling with desire. “I want you
now.
”

His fingers go to my bruise. “Becks, easy.”

Giving up on his jeans for a moment since he’s not cooperating, I put my hands on his hips and rock against his dick. He closes his eyes and groans. I say, going in for the kill, “Are you telling me you don’t want inside of me, Finnigan Wilder?”

His eyes fly open and with determination, he says,
“No, I’m telling you to slow it down.”

Lying down on him again, I clasp my hands with his and raise them
above his head on the pillow. Angling my head, I whip my hair over to one side and his eyes fall to my neck before flying back up to my eyes. I ask, “Aren’t you going to yank my underwear to the side and give it to me like you did Sunday?” Leaning closer, I slowly lick his bottom lip and whisper, “I know you want to. You can’t even hide it.” To prove my point, I shift my hips up and down, teasing him, but end up sending myself into overdrive.

He
chuckles uneasily, but his eyes are blazing. “Becks, what’s going on with you?” I have no idea, but I
have
to have him.

It’s not an option
.

Ignoring his question, I release his hands to sit back up and try
again to jerk his jeans down, but he still doesn’t help by not moving his hips up. Using his own tactic from earlier this week, I plead, “Come on, baby.
Surrender
to me.”

He shakes his head, yet his eyes are begging me to fuck him. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Hurt myself? Oh, so you think you’re
that
cocky,”
I taunt him
.
Only being able to move his jeans down a couple inches, I give up and yank the front of his underwear down over his dick, and he enthusiastically springs free. He hisses and I say, “I see that you have a
lot
of promise, Mr. Wilder, to fuck me hard.” He incredulously smiles, but his forehead wrinkles in uncertainty, most likely from how crazed I’m acting. It’s as if I’m being driven by something. I feel like the hoochie that Rod calls me.

H
is tongue drags over his bottom lip. “You’ve never had a problem with what I’ve given you before.”

I grip his shirt
and his hands go to my waist. “I know and I want what’s
mine,
Sparks.”

“I’m
all
yours, Becks. Only yours.” His gaze falls to my stomach as his thumb strokes my bruise. It’s like he’s obsessed with it. A sharp twinge of pain flashes through my side, making me unwillingly bite my lip and look away.

His thumb freezes. “Are you okay?”

Without looking at the concerned expression I know is gracing his face, I hurriedly nod. “I’m fine.” Reaching to my back, I unhook my bra, slip it off and fling it onto the floor. I mischievously smirk and finally look down at him. “Are
you
okay, Sparks?” I know he’s a breast man.

He drops his gaze to my chest and his eyes widen. Oh, yeah. He’s trapped.

I innocently ask, “Do you want me yet?”

His fingers dig into my back as he stares at my boobs. “I always want you, but
you need to settle down. You’re getting way too worked up.” He rips his eyes away from my chest and glances up to my face. “I know you’re in pain and I’ll only make it worse.”

Raising an eyebrow, I tease, “You think you’re packing
that
much to cause me pain?”

His jaw twitches and he narrows his eyes, probably not liking my joke suggesting he’s small. “I’m serious, Becks.”

“I am, too. Aside from sex with you, I want it, Finn.”

He looks afraid to ask as he swallows hard. “
Want what?”

“The reason. Why have you not been wearing a condom? You told me your big secret so this, I’m sure, you can confess.”

He stares at my bruise and relaxes his grip on me slightly, but he can’t look me in the eyes. “There’s nothing to tell. I told you I can’t get enough of you. That’s all.”

He can’t even pretend to sound convincing?

I grab his raring dick and start to stroke him, but he grabs my hand, effortlessly stopping me. I’m sure he’d let me jerk him off if I wasn’t so hard-up myself for an orgasm. Holding onto him beneath his hand, but unable to move it, I ask, “Do you think you’re bulletproof? You can’t endlessly dodge bullets. One of them is bound to hit the target.”

As he stares at my tits, he says,
“No, I just want to feel you, Becks. Sometimes I don’t care about anything else.”

Almost as if I’m testing
Sparks, I let go of him and lean over to open his nightstand drawer, pulling out a condom, involuntarily wincing as I do. When I’m upright, he snatches the package out of my hand and hurriedly sits up to kiss me, grasping my neck and lowering me down with him. When his head hits the pillow, he whispers, “I said, no. We’re not having sex tonight.”

Now even
hotter for him and more desperate, I hurriedly reach down to my underwear, tug it to the side, move my hips up over him and roughly take him, chafing against his zipper.

He heatedly huffs, “
Fucking hell, Becks!”

The pain is shooting through my right side, yet I can’t even restrain myself. It’s such an inherent need I must satisfy. I can’t explain it. Even with the pain, I wildly move on him, searching for my release and wanting to trigger his.

“Damn it, stop,” he breathlessly pants. He futilely grabs onto my hips, trying to slow me that way. I shove at his hands, but he tightens his hold. I still don’t care. I know he wants me to keep going. He wants sex just as much as I do.

I grimace from the
physical pain and his rejection. “Why? Don’t you want me?”

He fleetingly looks up at me
, but doesn’t answer. I growl, “Quit being so gentle and fuck me like you mean it.” I fiercely clutch his shirt and ride him as hard as I can before he goes soft from being pissed.

“Becks,
no
!” he snaps.

Dread fills me
, yet I keep going. “You act like I’m repulsive to you now.”

“
No! Damn it! You’re not listening to me! I told you fucking no!”

I giggle,
though I really shouldn’t. “Wow. You
are
bossy.”

He snarls, “I think
you
are running the show at the moment.”

I send my hand up his T-shirt and swirl my fingers over his muscles. “
I thought you said you like me being assertive.”

He cringes at his own words before growling,
“Slow it the fuck down or get off of me.”

“I
am
trying to get off,” I quip.

Grinding his teeth, he clamps tightly on my hips, adeptly slowing me.
Shit. He’s really pissed. “Fuck, I mean it!”

I put my hands over his on my hips
, and to hurry this along, I goad, “Come on. You can do better. Stop treating me like I’m in critical condition.”

His
glare darkens more. “I’m not really a willing participant.”

“You’re not trying that hard,
Finnigan. You usually have me screaming your name by now.” I bend forward to grate him with friction and he reluctantly groans. I squeeze my eyes shut as the pain stabs at me and I’m torn between needing an orgasm and actually getting myself off him.

He petulantly replies,
“I told you I didn’t want this. You’re in pain.”

“Wilder,
I’m fine and you can’t deny you wanted me.” I try his trick of angling my hips and try to go faster, but his hands still prevent me from going any faster than a steady speed.