Page 3 of Making Home with You (The Rockport Beach #3)
Finn
I cannot believe the woman I’m currently pressed up against and seriously thinking about pulling into the ladies’ room for a repeat performance of what we did a couple of weeks ago, is Ryan’s sister.
Fuck me.
If ever there was a time when I wished to god I’d maybe handled things differently with Erin and her mobster father, then this is it.
It’s bad enough that Ryan thinks I didn’t look after her properly.
Worse still that he knows we shared a bed on more than one occasion.
But to find out I’ve now fucked his baby sister?
I might as well cut my own balls off and hand them to him right now because it’s only a matter of time before Ryan does it.
“Well?” Sarah murmurs, sliding a hand down to cup said balls. “Shall we?”
I groan out loud, reluctantly moving her hand from my dick and lifting it to my mouth. “As tempted as I am,” I murmur, gently biting her palm. “I really don’t think it would be a good idea.”
“Ever or just tonight?” she asks, smiling up at me as she bites her bottom lip.
“Fuck,” I whisper, pushing her back against the wall as I lean down and kiss her again. Despite my protestations, my hand slides under her sweater and finds her breast. I tease her nipple, feeling her squirm against me, her hips pressing against mine.
Just as she slides her hand back to my dick though, I pull away, and take a step backward so we are no longer touching. “Go back to the table,” I say, my heart pounding in my chest as I try to get my breathing under control. “This seriously can’t happen here.”
Sarah grins up at me and I know she’s thinking that if not here, then maybe it can happen somewhere else.
And as much as I’d like that to be the case, because she’s right, it was hot and I have been constantly thinking about her, I just don’t know if I should.
I’m not sure it’s worth the risk, the pain in my ass that I know it could be if Ryan, my new business partner for fuck’s sake, ever found out.
“Okay,” she whispers, pressing up on her toes and lightly brushing her lips against mine. “Somewhere else then.”
Before I can say anything, Sarah winks at me before turning and walking away, disappearing into the crowd that has miraculously not seen anything that’s just gone down between us.
It’s bad enough that word could get back to Ryan or my brother, but I sure as shit don’t need half the town gossiping about my sex life either.
It’s half the reason I avoid being with anyone in this small ass town.
Aside from the fact that literally no one here is my type, I just don’t need the bullshit that comes from everyone knowing your business.
I’ve seen what it’s done to Beck and even though he mostly tolerates it this time around, I know it used to annoy the hell out of him.
A relationship like that is not what I’m after. Which is another reason to avoid the locals and focus on the tourists. As shallow as it sounds, I don’t need the drama that comes from a long-term relationship in a town where I’m the Chief of Police.
Groaning, I shove a hand through my hair and turn to walk into the men’s rest room. I’ve half a mind to jerk off so I don’t walk back to the table with a raging hard on, but all of that becomes unnecessary when I see who’s standing behind me.
“Finn,” the woman says, as she moves even closer.
I roll my eyes as I watch her half-assed attempt to steady herself on the wall while trying to look as though she’s completely sober.
Carla Robinson, owner of the fish and chip shop down on the pier and one of the locals who can’t seem to take no for an answer.
This woman has been trying to get into my pants for years and it doesn’t matter how many times I tell her I’m not interested, she doesn’t seem to get the hint.
“Carla,” I reply.
“Happy New Year,” she slurs, stepping toward me.
“And to you,” I reply, taking a step backward.
She grabs onto my arm, swaying a little as she steps closer again. I can smell something fruity and alcoholic on her breath. “How about a midnight kiss?” she asks, pressing against me.
“I don’t think so,” I reply, grabbing her by the arms and steering her in the direction of the ladies’ room. “I think you might need some water.”
“Pfft, you’re no fun, Finn O’Loughlin,” she protests as I open the door and gently guide her inside.
As soon as I do though, my eyes flick to the counter and I’m bombarded with memories of the only other time I’ve been inside this room.
I can’t even explain what came over me that day.
How in the hell did I manage to find myself in here, jeans around my ankles and my dick buried deep inside Sarah as I fucked her hard against the bathroom sink?
God, it was incredible though, really hot and a huge turn on.
Part of it was the newness of it all, the excitement of doing it in public with a woman who’s name I didn’t even know.
But the bigger part was the way my body reacted to every single thing she did and said.
She was like no one I’d ever met before and not a day has gone by since that I haven’t thought back to that afternoon.
Carla half falls against the sink, the other women touching up their lipstick, giggling as she tries to steady herself.
“Ladies,” I say, before turning and walking out, not the missing the chorus of, “Bye Finn,” that follows. God knows what they’re going to think that was just about.
I make my way back to the table, stopping by the bar first to grab another round of drinks for everyone, knowing I’m definitely going to need it if I have any chance of keeping my hands and my eyes off Sarah for the rest of the evening.
By the time I get back, the girls are on the make-shift dance floor, jumping around to the eighties music Beck always insists on playing every New Year’s.
“You okay?” he asks as I hand him and Ryan their beers.
I shrug as I take a long sip of my beer, force myself to look away from Sarah before I do something really stupid. “Yeah.”
Beck laughs. “Let me guess,” he says, grinning at me. “Carla.”
“Who?” Ryan says, reminding me of exactly why I shouldn’t even be thinking about Sarah.
“Carla Robinson,” Beck continues, chuckling because he loves giving me shit about this. “She owns Hook, Line & Sinker,” he says. “And she’s had a crush on Finn since, I don’t know, forever.”
Ryan grins as he turns to look at me. “What and you’re not interested?”
“No,” I reply, my jaw tight.
Beck laughs. “Not interested, but that doesn’t stop her from throwing herself at him every chance she gets.”
“So, just throw her a bone,” Ryan says, nudging me. “Put her out of her misery?”
Beck’s laugh only gets louder. “He did that, back in high school,” he says, apparently having no qualms about sharing the details of my sex life. God, if only he knew. “Popped her cherry,” he continues. “And she’s been after a repeat ever since.”
“Jesus,” Ryan says, chuckling. “Desperate.”
“Fuck off,” I say, shooting him a look. “Maybe I’m just that good?”
Ryan laughs now. “Yeah, yeah,” he says, punching my shoulder. “Just giving you shit is all,” he adds. “But seriously, you’re not interested?”
I shake my head. “Nope.”
“Well then,” he continues, finishing his beer as he stands to get us another round. “Guess we’re just gonna have to find you someone else then, aren’t we?”
Fuuuucckkk.
It’s noon by the time I wake the following day, the bonus of working until almost midnight last night meaning I now have the day off. It’s probably just as well given the monster hangover I’ve currently got.
I shuffle my way into the kitchen and make some coffee before collapsing on the couch and channel surfing on the TV. Sometime in the afternoon I force myself to eat something, but I must doze off because when a knock at the door wakes me, it’s dark outside.
I glance at my phone, and see it’s after six. Jesus where has the day gone?
The knock sounds out again and I have to bite my tongue at the impatience of whoever’s decided to drop by as I push off the couch and make my way to the front door.
“What?” I grumble as I open it.
“Hey,” Sarah says, standing on my dark front porch, grinning up at me. “Bit hungover, huh?”
I freeze, my foggy brain unable to comprehend if she’s really here or if I’m still asleep on the couch and dreaming all of this.
“You going to invite me in?” she asks, rocking on her heels and looking far too cheery and alert for someone who was as drunk as I was last night.
“Ah, what…ahhh, what are you doing here?” I stammer.
Sarah rolls her eyes as she steps toward me, one hand on my stomach as she moves me aside and walks into my house.
I wordlessly close the door before turning and following her into my living room.
I watch as she takes it all in, the coffee mug, the empty bottle of Gatorade and the mostly eaten pizza that litter my coffee table.
“Sarah?” I ask, hungover, half asleep and totally confused.
She turns now, her grin widening. “Well, Ryan is as hungover as all hell and even grouchier than usual,” she says with a flick of her hand.
“Erin is annoyed she’s not hungover and is taking it out by unpacking all of Ryan’s stuff that he has yet to unpack,” she says, staring up at me.
“And I was bored,” she adds, giving me a look that says she’s more than just bored. “Thought I’d drop by.”
“How?” I start, shoving a hand through my hair as I try to force my brain to get with the program. I watch as her eyes flick to my stomach, the way she licks her lips when they do. I shake my head, force myself to concentrate. “How’d you even know where I live?”
“Please,” she says walking out of the living room and down the hall to my kitchen as though she lives here. “Small towns are all the same, everyone knows where everyone lives,” she says as she opens my fridge and grabs two beers.
Twisting the cap off one, she smiles, hands it to me and says, “Hair of the dog. Trust me, it’ll help,” before opening the second and taking a long sip.