Page 65 of Making Home with You

“God you’re so wet,” I whisper, slowly upping the tempo of my fingers.

“So…so turned on,” Sarah stammers, her breathing heavy now as though she’s fighting to stay in control.

“I want you to come, Sarah,” I whisper, my words a low command.

“Oh, Finn…fuck, yes.”Her words come out in a jumble as her body moves against my hand now, wanting more, pushing herself closer and closer.I watch as she pinches her nipples, her back arching off the couch until she can’t take it anymore as she finally lets go, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she comes hard.

Eventually, Sarah opens her eyes, her face flushed and relaxed as she looks over at me.Smiling, I slowly pull my fingers from her, sucking them clean while she watches.

“You okay over there?”I ask, sliding my hand up her torso until it rests against her chest.

“God, yes,” she says, her voice husky.

“You ready for some food?”I ask, gesturing to the table.

Sarah grins now, an evil glint in her eye as she sits up, reaches over and unties my bathrobe.My dick, now hard as a rock, springs between us and I watch as Sarah takes it in her hand as she crawls toward my lap.

“Yes,” she whispers, glancing up at me from hooded eyes before lowering her mouth over my dick so it’s me groaning and sinking back against the couch.

Despite my intentions for us to get out and explore the town, the weather and our inability to keep our hands off each other keeps us in the room for the rest of our stay.I don’t mind though and while we do take the tub for another spin in addition to making the most of the huge king size bed we have, we also spend a lot of time talking and getting to know each other even more.

We avoid all talk of our jobs and instead Sarah tells me what her family is like, how she’s the baby of the family, who was constantly trying to keep up with her older siblings.I learn that she and Ryan are close, always have been and despite him kicking her out of his Boston apartment almost a year ago, there’s nothing but love between the two of them.

In return, I tell her about my childhood.About growing up in Rockport and all the shit me and Beck used to get up to.She laughs when I tell her how we used to steal booze from the pub Granddad ran before Pop and then Beck took over.

“I used to steal it from my parent’s liquor cabinet,” she says.“Or Ryan’s room when he wasn’t home.”

“I’ll bet he loved that?”I say.

“Well,” she says, shrugging.“He had a good fake ID,” she adds.“But he wouldn’t tell me where he got it from, so I figured he could be my middle man instead.”

I laugh.“It’s good you guys have such a good relationship,” I say, pulling her closer.

We’re lying in bed, both of us trying to avoid the conversation about getting up and heading back to Rockport, even though we can only push the late check-out for another hour or so.

“Were you and Beck always close?”she asks.

I shrug.“Yes and no.Growing up, definitely, particularly after Mom died and Dad was working all the time,” I tell her, remembering how we’d somehow grown closer in our grief even though neither of us had actually talked about it.“But when he took off for Boston, we pretty much fell out, stopped talking to each other for a really long time,” I say, letting out a long exhale.

“That must have been hard,” she says, turning so she can prop her chin on my chest and look up at me.

I smile at her, brushing the hair back from her face and tucking it behind her ear.“It was, yeah,” I admit.“Even though he was my brother, we were also best friends.I missed him when he left.Was pissed when he felt like none of us were good enough for him anymore.”

“Do you really think that’s what he felt?”she asks, smoothing a hand across my chest.

I shrug.“Partly,” I confess, surprised at how easy this is to talk about with her.I’ve never really talked about it with anyone, not even Kelsey when both of us used to vent to each other about how angry we were with him.

“But I also get that small-town life wasn’t what he wanted, at least back then anyway.I get he needed to go find himself or something.”

Sarah chuckles.“And what about you, you didn’t need to go find yourself and what you wanted?”

I look down at her as she lies against me, her beautiful blue eyes staring back at me.As I do, I can’t help but wonder if maybe I have been looking for what I wanted all these years, only I just didn’t realize it.And that what I was looking for wasn’t a place or a thing or a job.

It was her.

Sarah.

The person I wanted, and now realize, I need in my life.