Page 27 of Making Home with You (The Rockport Beach #3)

“I’ll be alright,” I say, rinsing a pot and handing it to him. “I’m sure it will all just blow over eventually,” I add, knowing that the chances of that happening are pretty much slim to none.

I might not know Carla that well, especially now, but I do know she’s pretty relentless when it comes to getting what she wants.

Her behavior toward me is evidence enough of that, even when we were back in high school.

A part of me wishes I could somehow go back in time and tell myself not to go into that bedroom with her that night, that it was only going to lead to trouble.

But I can’t, all I can do is try and deal with the situation now, all the while trying to limit the fall out and the impact on those around me.

“The detective asked me about you and Sarah too,” Beck says, surprising me. “Whether I thought that could be the reason for Carla suddenly making these accusations against you.”

“And?” I ask.

“And I told him yes, that that’s exactly what I thought.”

I nod, not saying anything.

“You’re really serious about her, aren’t you?” he asks, nudging me.

I glance out into the living room, at Sarah and Kelsey talking with Pop, the three of them laughing and seemingly totally at home and comfortable with each other.

It makes my heart flip, seeing how easy this all is, how well Sarah slots into my life and how much I love the idea of having her around.

“Yeah,” I eventually murmur, the word catching in my throat.

“It’s good to see, bro, seriously,” Beck says. “It’s good to see you this happy, despite all the shit you’re dealing with.”

“Yeah,” I repeat, my eyes still on Sarah as I realize how true Beck’s words are, how much Sarah does make me happy and how now, more than anything, I want to take her home and show her.

“So don’t let this fuck things up with her, okay?”

An hour or so later, we say our goodbyes and head back to my place. I don’t even bother asking Sarah if she’s staying the night. Right now, I’m needing it to be a yes, because of how much I’m needing her.

“That was a fun night,” she says as we head inside.

“Hmmm,” I murmur, closing the front door and backing her up against it. Sarah giggles as I start kissing her neck, her head falling backward against the door. “Night’s not over yet,” I add, sliding a hand up and under her sweater until I reach her breast.

Sarah lets out a gasp, her hands moving to my hips as she steadies herself. “Is that so, Chief?” she asks, and for a second, I still as I wonder how much longer she might be able to call me that.

Shaking my head, I refuse to entertain the thought, not when I have Sarah and her gorgeous body in front of me.

“That’s right,” I growl, nibbling my way up to her jaw. “Come with me.”

Grabbing her hand, I pull her back toward my bedroom, my lips never leaving hers as we stumble our way back there. By the time we do, her sweater is gone, her bra unhooked and my jeans are halfway down my legs.

“These need to come off,” I whisper, unbuttoning her jeans and pushing them over her hips.

Sarah takes a step backward, eyes on mine as she pushes them down her legs, kicking them to the side as she stands in front of me now, her panties the only piece of clothing left.

“And these?” she asks, a teasing grin on her face as she slips her fingers into the side of her panties.

“Uh huh,” I say, as I kick off my own jeans, before pulling my sweater over my head. I watch as she licks her lips, at the same time, slowly sliding her panties down her legs. When she stands naked in front of me, I beckon her toward me with a finger.

Bottom lip between her teeth, she walks over and I immediately fall to my knees, and put my hands on her hips as I pull her closer. Sarah groans the second my mouth finds her pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” I whisper, looking up her body.

Sarah stares down at me, her hand brushing the hair back from my face as she looks at me like I’m the only thing she sees.

My heart crashes against my chest, knowing in this instant that the way I feel about her is something I’ve never felt before.

That for all the shit I’m going through, I’m glad I have her to keep me sane, to be that place and that person I can come home to.

I open my mouth to tell her, suddenly unafraid to admit exactly how I’m feeling. But before I can say anything, Sarah’s smile widens and she hooks a leg over my shoulder, pulling me closer.

I can’t stop the grin, as I gently bite her inner thigh before licking her lips, separating them so I can taste her.

“Oh god, Finn,” she moans, her head falling backward as she continues to hold mine against her.

I lap slowly with my tongue, teasing her as she straddles my face, my hands gripping her hips and holding her against me. I can feel her getting wetter and when I move to her clit and start teasing it with my tongue, her whole body shudders against me as a loud moan falls from her.

Eventually, her legs shaking, Sarah comes, her fingers tightening in my hair as she holds me against her, only pulling me back when the sensations become too much.

Kissing my way up her body, I stand, pull her into arms and back her up to my bed. Turning us around, I sit down, pulling her onto my lap so she’s straddling my hips, my dick hard between us.

“I need to be inside you,” I whisper against her mouth.

Sarah sucks my bottom lip as her hand moves between us. She palms my cock and lifting herself up, positions me at her entrance.

“Slow,” I tell her.

She complies, lowering herself slowly, inch by painful inch so by the time I’m buried deep inside her, my eyes have rolled backward and my head is spinning.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I murmur as my mouth finds hers, kissing her deeply as she slowly repeats the movement.

We fuck for what feels like forever, Sarah slowly riding me and pushing me closer and closer to the edge. It’s exactly what I need right now, this slow, torturous pleasure that only she’s capable of giving me.

Eventually though, I can’t hold back any longer and as my thumb finds her clit and gently starts to rub, the groan she lets out has my balls tightening, the fingers at her hip gripping hard as I thrust up and into her, needing to go deeper.

“Sarah, fuck, I’m gonna come,” I say, kissing her hard.

“Me, me too,” she stammers just as she clenches around me, her pussy locking onto my dick so I can’t do anything but explode inside her.

We collapse against each other, both of us breathing hard, hearts pounding in our chests.

“Jesus, that was good,” I say as my head falls onto her shoulder.

“Mmmm,” she responds, wrapping her arms around me and holding me close. “Exactly what I needed.”

And it’s in that second that I realize how true those words are. How much that was exactly what I needed to. And not just the sex either, although there is no denying that it’s explosive between us and the best I’ve ever had.

But it’s all the other things, too. The words we shared when I took her to the beach last night and the promise that she’d be there for me.

The dinner with my family tonight, and the knowing that sometimes I don’t want to talk, I just want to be with her, to need her and have her in ways that don’t involve words but aren’t any less serious either.

It hits me then, exactly what all of this is about. Why I continue to be with Sarah despite all the drama and shit it’s creating in my life.

How I’d be willing to give it all up just to stay with her too.

Fuck.

I’ve fallen in love with her.