Page 29 of Making Home with You (The Rockport Beach #3)

Finn

It’s late morning by the time Sarah and I wake on Saturday, neither of us in any hurry when we both have two days of no commitments ahead of us.

“What are your plans for today?” she asks, resting her chin on my chest as we lie in bed together.

I grin, sliding a hand down to her ass. “You mean after I’ve made you come a few more times?”

Sarah grins at me, sliding up my body and pressing her mouth against mine. “Yeah,” she whispers. “After you’ve done that.”

I deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue into her mouth as my other hand also slides to her ass, pulling her against me so she gets a very good idea of just what my intentions are. “You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?” I tease, silencing any more questions.

A couple of hours later and we are up and dressed and hopping in to my car.

“So, walking shoes, a jacket and an overnight bag,” she starts. “But you’re still not going to tell me where we’re going?” she adds.

“Nope,” I say, smiling at her.

“Really?” she replies. “Even if sexual favors were involved?”

I burst out laughing, giving her thigh a quick squeeze before reversing out of the drive. “Pretty sure I’m gonna get those anyway, babe,” I say, winking at her.

“Oh really?” she says, mock seriousness in her voice as she crosses her arms over her chest and glares at me.

I can’t resist leaning over and giving her a quick kiss before driving down the street. “Yep, really.”

“Hmmm,” she mutters. “We’ll see.”

I chuckle, adjusting the radio so soft music is playing as we head toward the pub. It doesn’t take us long and as I pull into the loading dock at the back entrance, I lean over, give Sarah another quick kiss before saying, “Wait here, I won’t be long.”

Sarah mutters something I don’t catch and I can only laugh as I head into the kitchen, greeting the new chef who immediately hands me the hamper he’s put together.

Thanking him, I walk into the storeroom and grab a bottle of wine, leaving a note to Beck letting him know he can put it on my tab, before walking back out to the car.

Sarah eyes me as I open the back door and put the box of food and wine in the back seat. It’s partially closed, so she can’t really see what’s in it and when she turns to ask me, I grin, shaking my head as I say, “Nope, still not telling you.”

It takes us nearly two hours to get to where we’re going and Sarah spends most of the time trying to guess, even though I can tell she doesn’t really want to know.

Despite the fact we’re on the tail end of winter, the day is sunny and clear, perfect for what I had planned.

The idea had come to me while I was waiting for Sarah to come home yesterday and I was lucky I’d been able to get everything organized.

In the end though, the off-season worked in my favor and I’d been able to get exactly what I was after.

Seeing Sarah’s exhausted face when she’d come in after her dinner with Erin and Kelsey had only confirmed that what I was doing was a good idea too.

She wasn’t just constantly tired, she was sick of her job and all the stress that came with it.

I could relate, even if she didn’t know all the details.

So I’d been determined to do something, anything that got us away from the jobs neither of us were currently enjoying. Even if it was just for a weekend.

Eventually, I pull into a luxury oceanfront B&B in Kennebunkport.

“We’re staying here?” Sarah asks, eyes wide as she takes in the view.

“Yep,” I say.

“Why?” she asks, stunned.

I turn, smiling at her as I rest my arm across the back of her seat. “Thought we both needed a night away,” I say. “Change of scenery where we can forget about our jobs and all the shit we’re dealing with there.”

“Seriously?” she says, unbuckling her seat belt.

“Seriously,” I reply, nodding.

“Fuck,” she breathes out as she clambers across the center console and straddles me, her mouth hard against mine, the words, “thank you, thank you,” mumbled around kisses.

I chuckle, my hands sliding around her ass. “So, the sexual favors are back on then?” I ask, pulling her closer.

“Uh huh,” she murmurs, her lips trailing down my neck, her fingers clawing at my sweater now.

“In that case,” I say, gently easing her back. “Let’s go check in.”

Our room is an ocean front suite on the second floor, the king bed perfectly positioned to take in the huge ocean views. There’s a private balcony too, and a living area with a large sofa in front of a fireplace.

“Fuck, this is amazing,” Sarah whispers as she walks around, taking everything in.

I drop our bags on the chair by the fireplace, which has already been lit and is creating a cozy warmth for the whole room, and leave the box I picked up at the pub on the side table before following Sarah into the bathroom.

“Check out this tub!” she says, gesturing toward it. “And this view, holy shit!”

She’s right, the tub is amazing. Huge and right up against another large window with the same ocean views.

“Wanna try it out?” I suggest.

“Yes!” she says, turning on the faucets. I laugh and grab her hand, pulling her close and pressing a hard kiss to her lips. “Thank you, Finn,” she whispers, looking up at me. “This is all so perfect.”

I grin. “There’s still more,” I say, pulling her out of the bathroom now.

I grab the box I picked up and open the top, amazed at what Carlo has been able to put together for us in such a short time.

Inside, there is a huge charcuterie platter that’s laden with cheeses, meats, dips, olives and all sorts things.

Also included is a bread stick, a box of handmade chocolate truffles, as well as a box of macaroons and the wine I picked up.

“Oh my god,” Sarah whispers as she takes everything in. “You organized this too?”

“Organized yes, but obviously Carlo put it all together. Thought maybe we could enjoy this in front of the fire tonight?”

Sarah turns to face me now, her eyes shining as she looks up at me. Stepping nearer to me, she slides her hands around my waist and pulls me against her. “I can’t believe you did all this for us,” she whispers.

“I just wanted to do something nice for you,” I say, leaning down to press a kiss against her lips.

“Mission accomplished,” she murmurs. “Now, let’s get these clothes off and get in that tub! It looks like it’s big enough to fuck in.”

I burst out laughing even as I start to peel my clothes off. “Such a romantic, baby,” I tease, swatting her on the ass as she squeals and runs into the bathroom.

We spend over an hour soaking in the tub. Sarah’s right, it is big enough to fool around in and we make full use of it for that exact purpose. By the time we finally get out, the sun is setting and dark clouds threatening rain have come in, creating a perfect atmosphere.

Grabbing the thick fluffy bathrobes, we move out to the living area, Sarah pours us both a glass of wine as I set out all the food on the small coffee table.

“I think this is the most relaxed I’ve felt in forever,” she says, flopping down onto the couch.

“Hmmm,” I say, sitting beside her and pulling her feet into my lap. “Your body certainly felt soft and supple in that tub.”

Sarah gently nudges me with her toes and I grin, lifting them to my mouth and gently nibbling on her foot. Everything about this moment feels perfect. As though my job and all the shit that’s happening with Carla, the stress of Sarah’s commute and the job she doesn’t like, a million miles away.

“What are you thinking about,” Sarah whispers, as though she notices the change in me, in us. I smile as my fingers start to massage her foot. “Oh god,” she moans, head falling back against the couch. “Has anyone ever told you, you have magic fingers?”

I grin, even though she isn’t looking at me before I slide my fingers up her leg. “I think you might have mentioned it once or twice,” I whisper, teasing the skin of her inner thigh.

Sarah slides down a little, her eyes closing as her other leg falls off the couch, her robe parting below the waist so her pussy is now bared to me.

“Fuck you’re beautiful,” I whisper, sliding my fingers higher, brushing over her lips, before gently parting them.

“Finn,” she groans, my name a low whisper as it falls from her mouth.

I slip my finger through her wetness before moving it higher, running over her clit before moving back down and slowly easing it inside her, smiling as she lets out another groan. “You want me to stop, baby?” I ask.

“No, god no,” she says, her hands moving to the belt of her robe, yanking it apart so it falls completely open.

I watch, mesmerized as her fingers move to her breasts, teasing her own nipples. I can’t take my eyes off her, can’t stop myself as I slide a second finger inside her, gently pumping them in an out as I slowly rub at her clit with my thumb.

Here, in the darkness of the room, her body lit by the warm glow of the firelight, the only sounds that of the rain now falling against the windows and Sarah’s low moans as I slowly get her off, everything else feels a million miles away.

“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.