Secret Obsession (6 page)

Finn smirked.

It was about to be on fire if he had his way.

His adrenaline soared and his heart raced as he wondered what she was up to. Would she be awake? Or would she be asleep and startled to find him crawling into her bed?

Stopping right outside her doorway, he leaned his ear against the wooden surface to listen for some sign of her activity. It was quiet. He opened her door and eased into the bedroom with the stealth of a ninja. The room was dark, the lull of soft music coming from her iPod dock. Raven's form was barely visible, snuggled under her blankets. It was always cold in their house.

Ridding himself of his boxers, Finn crawled into her bed fully naked. The thought of being close to her again, being so brazen and impetuous, had his arousal at a peak level. Sliding up against her body, he propped up on his elbow so he could see her better.

She looked like an angel. Peaceful and beautiful. He didn't want to spend too much time analyzing whatever this was that he was feeling. He wanted to feel it. His hands itched with the need to touch her, so he traced his fingers down the curve of her jaw, continuing down her neck. Raven stirred in her sleep next to him and his chest swelled when her eyes flew open trying to focus on his face.

"Finn?" She began to question.

"Shh," Finn hushed her, placing one finger over her full lips.

"I needed to see you," he tried to explain for his lack of having a clear plan for sneaking into her room. The confusion on her face lessened and she relaxed in his arms as he began to undress her.

"I couldn't stay away, and you're so close. Were you thinking about me too?" Finn hated to sound so needy, but he wanted to know how she felt. His cock throbbed with desire. He needed confirmation that he wasn't in this alone.

"Finn," she breathed. "You shouldn't be in here. We shouldn't have done what we did."

"Do you regret it?" His fingers rested on a button of her shirt, anxiously awaiting her response, just barely able to refrain from ripping off her shorts.

Raven sighed.

"No. How can you regret anything 'mind-blowing'?"

"So let me blow your mind again," he murmured against her neck as he finished undressing her.

"Mmmhmm.".

"I'll take that as a yes," he said, reaching his arms around her to caress her breasts. Her bare ass pressed against him, and he nestled his rigid cock into the softness.

"This is crazy, Finn. We could get caught."

"Worth it." His voice strained as he placed his tip just inside her velvety, warm entrance.

Raven's rebuttal was lost in her exhaled breath. Finn thrusting into her to the hilt almost took her breath away too. She was assailed with the combined soreness from what they had done earlier and the delicious fullness of him inside of her. Biting her lip, she moaned with pleasure.

"Take it baby. My dick belongs inside of you."

Finn's breathing was hoarse and ragged, sending warm gusts of air against her neck. One hand cupped her breast, twisting and teasing her nipples. The fingers of his other hand slid across her clit, and she opened for him completely.

"Yes," he hissed. "That's it."

Finn whispered all the things he wanted to do and all the things he planned to do in Raven's ear. How long and how hard he wanted to give it to her. Their bodies moved together in desperate abandon, both shaking with the cries of passion they could not release for fear of being exposed. His face pressed into the crease between her neck and shoulder, his groans absorbed into her skin. Her face smashed into the pillow as she bit down to keep from screaming. The slight slap of their flesh coming together was all that could be heard in the darkened room.

Raven’s insides were set ablaze. Her body molded to Finn's cock, eagerly accepting whatever he gave her. Harder, faster, and harder still. She couldn't get enough of him. But when he slowed his pace, and languished her with deliberate, purposeful strokes, she felt as if she would go insane. Again and again, her body quaked as her climax built inside her. The hunger in his kiss, as he sucked and licked the sensitive skin of her neck further added to the intensity. Raven wanted to yell, scream, kick, claw, bite, anything to get the release she yearned for.

"Yes...oh...please," she mumbled incoherently.

"Oh Ray... I feel you... Coming."

"Yes... Yes... Yes," she chanted, causing Finn to cover her mouth with his hand.

"Come for me... Come... come," he crooned in her ear.

The moment he felt the flood of her release around him, Finn's climax followed. Holding Raven so tightly, he could feel the pulse of her heartbeat against his arm. They both remained quiet, panting heavily.

Finn didn't move. He couldn't. A myriad of foreign emotions and feelings were swirling around in his mind. He felt wrecked. Suddenly wanting to know everything there was to learn about this mysterious creature in his arms. The desire to possess her fully, so strong, he felt weak with it. He pressed a gentle kiss to her neck, and her resulting sigh making him smile. This wasn't only about the sex. What it was, he didn't know.

The
room slowly came back into focus, blurred only by moisture of her slight tears. Raven was not prepared for the magnitude of what they shared. Finn made her feel wanted. He exposed a side of her that had never seen the light of day but longed for freedom. The part of her that so often felt nothing more than lonely and neglected. She loved how tightly he held her. Had she ever been held that way? Never wanting him to let her go? The certainty that if this thing between them continued, she would be in too deep to get out, terrified her.  

"Finn. What are we doing?"

Her hope was that he would have something figured out, or be able to ease her fears. Or, he would tell her that this was nothing. That's not what she wanted to hear, but it would make things easier.

"I don't know," he responded after a few dozen heartbeats. Raven squirmed, wiggling out of his embrace, but he held on firmly.

"Let me finish," Finn breathed. "This. I don't know what this is, Ray, but I don't want it to end. I want to get to know you better. I want to know you at your best, and at your worst. I want to drink a few brews with you, and butcher some philosophical theory that we don't agree on. I want to see you smile and know that I made it happen."

Raven relaxed in his embrace, unable to ignore her feelings of joy and hope from Finn's words. That was exactly what she wanted to hear, but she knew it wasn't as easy as he made it sound.

"How is this going to work? We can't let anybody know."

"We'll have to make it work, baby. Do what we can," Finn answered. He reached down for her hand and linked his finger with hers. She sighed, gripping his hand.

"But–"

"Answer this question. Do you want this to end? For me to walk out of this room and pretend that we are just unacquainted housemates again. Can you go back to being strangers?" The somber tone in his voice sent a chill down Raven's spine.

"No. I don't want that," she whispered. As if saying it any louder would cause a tsunami of trouble to come crashing down on them. Finn released his tight grip, gently turning her so that they were face to face. Even in the darkness between them, she could see the sincerity of his gaze as he traced the contours of her face. Her eyes fluttered as he closed the distance between them, leaning in for a kiss.

"I'll keep your secret if you keep mine," Finn promised softly. His lips grazed hers as he planted several soft kisses.

"Yes," Raven answered breathlessly. Sealing their secret commitment to each other with another searing kiss. She couldn't think of a better secret to have.

This time Finn made love to her slow and gentle, taking his time with her until she was trembling under his touch. They lost track of time within the comfort of each other's arms.

PART THREE

Secrets and Lies

Raven
smiled through her third yawn in a row, too happy to complain about her exhaustion from the three hours of sleep she received. It was probably a good thing that the work she did for her father was a breeze for her. Otherwise, his books might wind up looking pretty unbalanced.

She actually looked forward to the filing she had to do before she left for the day. Another activity that would allow her to sit back and recall the previous night. Doug, the office manager, eyed her suspiciously, and she wished he would mind his damn business. She was tired of his pseudo flirting, despite the lovely picture frame of his girlfriend sitting on his desk.  

Doug would be sure to mention her condition to her father, once he arrived from his morning duties at the ranch, so she tried her best to keep her love hangover under wraps.

"Wanna do lunch today?" Doug's voice startled Raven out of her daydream.

"What? Um, no thanks. I'm not hungry yet. You go ahead."

"C'mon Raven. My treat," he insisted. Just as she was assimilating another rejection, her father stepped into the office.

"Hey Raven, let's go," he instructed.

Thrown off balance by her father's request, she hesitated. "Where are we going?"

"Sheesh! Lunch woman. Let's go, let's go!"

Harry Davis was mostly a patient man, but when he had something on his mind, his patience slipped a few notches.

"Ok! Sorry, Doug. Maybe some other time," she threw over her shoulder as she followed her dad outside.

Once in her father's truck, the ride to their destination was silent. In a moment of panic, Raven wondered if somehow he knew her secret. That Finn had been sneaking into her room every night and vice versa. They tried to be careful, but what if they had been found out?

No, her father would be furious if he knew what they were up to. Her finger twitched with the longing to tap on the doorframe she rested her hand on, but that would give her away. That was a nervous habit, so she remained still.

After a short drive, they pulled into Moe's Diner. This is where they used to come for lunch together the summer before she went away to school. Sharing their favorite dish of bacon cheeseburgers with smothered fries. If they were feeling really risky, they would add a banana split to the meal. Even though they were pretty distant at that moment, Raven and her father were once close.

She followed her dad to their usual booth, watching as he settled into his seat. He grabbed two plastic menus and slid one toward her. Raven smiled at this gesture, enjoying how he was pretending to give her a choice when they both knew what his intended plan for lunch was. Once the waitress came to their table, he placed an order for the usual, lifting an eyebrow at Raven to see if she was in agreement. She simply nodded and smiled, sliding her menu back towards him.

For the first time, in a long while, she studied her father's features. He looked pretty much the same, except for the extra tension lines that creased his forehead. There was also happiness in his eyes. A lightness that Raven hadn't seen in him for a very long time. It made her feel conflicted. She was pleased that her dad was finally happy again, but guilty of what she was doing behind his back. Not enough to make her stop, but enough to make her think.

"So how you doing, Ray? With the move and everything," her father started in.

"I guess things are falling into place. Just needed some time to adjust," she answered.

"Yeah. I know there were a few changes for you to get used to. You're so damn quiet, I never really know what's going on with you."

Raven glanced down at her straw, twirling it between her fingers and hoped to hide the proof of her mischief in her eyes.

"Things are a lot different, but I'll be okay," she finally responded.

"And is this what you want?" Harry asked. "To stay here? What about school?'

"I was thinking about attending the local community college, bring my grades back up, and then I can think about going back." She lied. She didn't want to go back anymore than she wanted to suck her burger through a straw. Especially because her
thing
with Finn.

"Oh. That's great. Thanks for really taking this all in stride. I thought you were angry with me," her father continued. "Since you haven't really been talking to me, and you say even less to Dorothy and Finn. I was hoping that we could work on that."

"Work on that?"  What did her father have in mind? As she was pondering his last statement, their order was brought to the table. Raven munched on a few fries as she waited for her father to continue.

"Yes. Work on it. I have a request. Can you be nicer to Finn? He's had it rough since his dad passed away, and Dorothy is worried about him. Maybe, just talk to him. See what he's into. I don't know how to reach him, and maybe since you guys are close in age, he'll talk to you."

Raven didn't know whether to laugh or panic. Was her father really sitting there asking her to become friends with her stepbrother because he thought it was a good idea? Or was this some sort of a set up? She searched his face for some trace of anger, but he looked reproachful. This certainly made things interesting.

"Ok, Dad. I'll do what I can." Raven laughed internally at her private joke.

"Great! Thank you, honey. Why don't you head home after lunch, start your weekend early? I'll deal with Doug," he ended with a wink.

As she drove home, blasting her Lissie CD, Raven couldn't stop thinking about Finn. Compounded with the request from her father, she was plagued with doubts. They would be under a watchful eye to be friendly, so their original plan to pretend to be ignorant of each other's existence was a no-go. Now they would have to be extra careful. Taking full advantage of her father's offer, she decided to pay Finn a special visit. She knew she wouldn't be able to wait until later that night to see him.

Finn
had had a shitty day, and was looking forward to starting his weekend. He had been dealing with a deficient vendor all day, demanding to get the service they were contractually obligated to perform, or sever the contract. Making that demand began a game of phone tag. He looked at the time, hoping that he wouldn't have to stay too late dealing with this mess. His mother was already home, starting dinner, so he was at least free to let the curses fly as he pleased. Just as he slammed down his phone, after getting voicemail again, he heard the main door to the small office trailer open. Thinking maybe his mother forgot something; he sat back and waited for her to walk into the back office. His eyebrows shot up when Raven walked in.

"Ray. What are you doing here?" He asked, pleasantly surprised. Raven sauntered over to him, holding out her surprise. The lunch she covertly ordered while out with her dad, and picked up after she retrieved her car.

"I brought you lunch," she chirped. Leaning over the desk to give him a kiss. She wasn't at all surprised when Finn pulled her into his lap.

"Well aren't you just the sweetest," he said between kisses to her throat and chin. His hands roamed, touching and lightly squeezing her soft flesh.

"And I'm not done yet," she purred seductively. Before Finn could ask what she meant, Raven was sliding out of his lap and positioning herself, kneeling in front of his chair.

"Ray," he groaned, wanting to tell her to stop, but he wasn’t able to resist her.

"Shh. Last night you had your way, today I get mine," she explained. Her hands slowly unhooked his belt, and then opened the zipper to his jeans. Finn watched in agonizing anticipation as she released his throbbing erection from his boxers and kissed the tip gently before sucking him deep into her mouth.

"Ray," he breathed on a shudder. She was so unpredictable. One minute she seemed worried about them being caught, and the next she was fisting his cock and sucking it so far down her throat he had to hold back from furiously fucking her face.

"Mmmmm," she hummed around his length. It wasn't something she had ever done, at least not like that, but she had thought about it all day. On the ride over she decided she didn't want to wait. She loved the way he felt in her mouth, his scent, and the way he groaned as she pleasured him. As she sucked him in deep again, she felt him shaking, and tasted him on her tongue. He was so close.

"Yeah, baby use your tongue. That's it," Finn panted in between grunts and gasps for air. Raven sucked harder in response, stroking the length of him as he became more rigid in her hands.

"Jesus! I'm gonna come. Ray," he growled. Moments later he was jetting his release down her throat, holding her head still has he thrust his last few strokes into her mouth. He collapsed back into his seat, staring at her in wonderment as she swallowed every drop he gave her. The sight of her made him grow hard again.

"Come here," he commanded in a low drawl. Raven's heart rate increased at the hunger in his eyes. She climbed into his lap, straddling him as he steadied her waist, guiding her down onto his waiting hard-on. A sharp stab of pleasure jolted her body, causing her to gasp, and she gripped his shoulders for support. Finn's eyes were dark with desire and Raven warmed beneath his gaze. There were no words between them as he slowly rocked her up and down on his cock, one hand anchored to her hip, as the other hand unbuttoned her top.

She watched his handiwork, while he exposed her breasts one at a time before fastening onto one of the aching peaks. Raven let out a tortured cry as Finn nipped and suckled her nipple, looking into her eyes with a sexiness she could compare to no other. He watched her, humming encouragement as she moaned in response to his ministrations. He shifted his pelvis, allowing for a deeper penetration, causing their arousal to build into a state of frenzy. Raven worked her hips in tandem with his, meeting each thrust with a slam that caused him to jerk with pleasure at each contact.

When it became too much, Finn grasped her hips with both hands, and then stood up. He held her up this way, bouncing her on his shaft. Then he swiped any important documents out of the way, and laid her on top of his desk. He pushed her thighs apart, spreading her wide as he pounded into her. The sight of her sweet nectar coating his dick as it dipped in and out of her, set his climax in motion. He knew she was close too, feeling the way her body gripped him tighter and began to spasm around him.

"You look so fucking good. Look at you, taking my cock," he growled. Raven moaned so loudly, he wasn't sure she heard him.  Finn leaned forward, increasing the friction between their bodies, and she immediately orgasmed. He followed her lead.

"Damn, babe. What are you doing to me? Huh?" Finn wasn't expecting an answer. He knew exactly what she was doing; slowly unraveling him.

Raven, enjoyed the fuzzy haze of her afterglow. The hard desk beneath her was inconsequential compared to how she felt. Her body burned and tingled all over. Finally opening her eyes, she found Finn staring down at her.

"Well, now I'm really hungry," he joked.

"Then it's a good thing your smoking hot girlfriend brought you lunch," Raven quipped.

"Remind me to thank her after you leave," he teased.

"Jerk!" Raven clamped him in a vice grip with her thighs, trying to hold in her laugh as Finn, chuckled deeply.

"Just kidding, darlin',” he said. “You are the only smoking hot babe bringing me lunch." His smile faded and he leaned in to kiss her. Just as it was starting to take a turn for the intense, Raven pulled back.

"Your lunch is going to get cold, and I'd rather not get caught spread eagle on your desk. Not how I want to start my weekend."

Finn pulled her up to a sitting position, reaching into one of his desk drawers and pulling out a pack of wet towelettes. He carefully wiped between her legs before straightening her clothes, and doing the same for himself. Raven watched in appreciation as he took care of her, not figuring him to be the nurturing type. She smiled at him when they made eye contact, and kissed him as a thank you.

Once they were both as clean as they were going to get, Raven laid out his lunch for him. He relayed how rough his morning had been between bites of his burger. Despite having had lunch already, she still swiped a few of his loaded fries, happy that her metabolism could still handle her eating that way. Finn seemed to be enjoying his burger, and she found herself really enjoying their time together. He was so business-like it shocked her, and he was grateful when she helped him organize his computer files that housed the vendor listings. Then they played a few of his computer games. Before she knew it, it was almost time for him to end his workday.