Page 9 of Making Home with You (The Rockport Beach #3)

Finn

I’m not even in the house and already I know tonight is going to be an exercise in restraint and self-control. It might be easier if Sarah wasn’t dressed in a tight skirt and those fucking shoes, but in reality she could be wearing a canvas sack and I’d still want her.

“Finn,” Erin says, grinning widely as she leans up and gives me a kiss on the cheek.

And just like that, the self-control thing doesn’t seem so hard after all. I’d forgotten Erin had guessed what had been happening between me and Sarah and I can only hope it’s not so obvious that everyone else knows too.

“Erin,” I say through gritted teeth as I turn and shake Ryan’s hand, not missing the giggle that escapes her mouth.

We head inside, greeting Beck and Kelsey who are already waiting. Someone pops a bottle of champagne and glasses are handed around.

“To Sarah,” Ryan says, looking at her affectionately as he wraps an arm around her shoulders. “For finally getting a job and actually being able to move out of our parents’ home.”

“Fuck off,” she mumbles, elbowing him in the ribs.

Ryan grins down at her and it’s obvious he’s only teasing, that he means it when he says he’s proud of her and he knew this day would come. Sarah is beaming at his words, her eyes briefly flicking to mine as everyone repeats their congratulations.

“So where do you think you’ll live?” Kelsey asks, as we all make our way to the table for dinner.

I end up sitting across from Sarah, meaning there’s no chance of me avoiding looking at her.

“I’m not sure,” she says, shooting me another look. “I guess I’ll try and find something in Boston,” she continues. “The job is close to the train station though, so I can be flexible.”

“I don’t want you living just anywhere,” Ryan says, smirking when Sarah rolls her eyes at him. “There are some sketchy places down there, Sarah,” he continues.

“He’s right,” Beck says, nodding.

“Well, why don’t you just stay here,” Erin chimes in. “Catch the commuter?”

Sarah and I both jerk our heads up at the same time, our eyes locking before I immediately look away.

“Well,” Sarah says as I feel the point of what I can only assume is her shoe as it runs up my leg. “That could work to start with,” she adds. “At least until I know if I like the job.”

“I think that’s a great idea,” Ryan says quickly. “It’s much safer and it’s not like you’ll be working crazy hours, right?”

Sarah shrugs. “Don’t think so, no.”

And this time I don’t look away when she meets my stare.

By the time dinner’s over, I can already tell Sarah and I won’t be catching up tonight.

As much as I wish I could take her home with me, I know it’s late and with Ryan still none the wiser, there’s not a chance in hell we can come up with any kind of plausible excuse for why she needs to go out at this hour.

And while I might have been serious about telling Ryan about the two of us, announcing that I intend to spend the night fucking his sister while she’s wearing nothing but those red shoes is probably not the best strategy.

Reluctantly, I say my goodbyes, lingering a little too long as I kiss Sarah on the cheek, my hand invariably sliding around her waist. When I pull back, I catch Erin smirking at me and I know I have to get the hell out of there before I do something really stupid.

Before I’ve even started the car, my phone is chiming out with a text.

Sarah: I can try and sneak out.

Me: No, don’t want you walking in the dark. What are you doing tomorrow?

Sarah: nothing.

Me: Tell them you’re going shopping and come over. Bring the shoes.

Sarah: clever boy

I grin as I throw my phone on the passenger seat and reverse out of the drive. My phone chimes out again as I drive down the street and I risk a look.

Sarah: I’ll dream about all the things you’re going to do to me tomorrow…

I can’t stop the grin, as I start to imagine exactly what all of those things might be. I wave at Beck and Kelsey as we turn in opposite directions, but before I continue on, I fire back a quick text.

Me: clear your schedule babe, you’re going to be busy ;)

The next morning, I wake early. I’ve got no idea what time Sarah’s planning on coming over and I know a lot of it’s going to depend on how and when she can get out of the house.

To kill some time, I figure I’ll go work on my project, so I pull on some old jeans and a worn sweater, leave her a note on my front door and head into the garage and my workshop at the back.

It’s not exactly warm back here, so I turn on the space heater, warming my hands on the mug of coffee I brought in while I wait for the room to warm up. Eventually it’s not too bad, so I switch on the radio and start working.

“Hey,” comes the voice I’ve been waiting all morning to hear.

I turn, see Sarah standing just inside the side door to my garage, a grin on her face and those amazing red shoes dangling from her fingers.

“Hey,” I reply, smiling as she starts to walk over to me.

“What’s all this?” she asks, gesturing toward me with the shoes.

My smile widens as she stops in front of me and I lean down to press a kiss to her lips. “Just something I’ve been working on.”

“You made this,” she asks, running a hand over the top of the large wooden chest.

“Yep.”

Sarah looks up at me, her eyes wide as though she’s surprised. “What’s it for?” she asks.

“It’s a present for Erin and Ryan’s baby,” I say, shrugging as I put my chisel on the nearby work bench. “When it’s born.”

“Oh my god,” she whispers, her eyes roaming over the carvings I’ve been working on. “This is incredible.”

I watch as she takes it all in, turning now to the back wall and all the other pieces I have in various stages of completion.

“Oh wow, is that a bench seat?” she asks, pointing to the large chair. “Holy shit, it’s for Beck and Kelsey?” she adds, her fingers tracing the large B&K I’ve carved into the headrest.

“A wedding present,” I tell her, watching as she walks back over, placing the shoes on my workbench.

“Holy shit, Finn,” she whispers, staring up at me. “These are amazing,” she adds, waving her hand over the space. “I mean really amazing.”

“Thanks,” I say, nodding.

“I mean,” she adds, a cheeky grin on her face now. “I always knew you were good with your hands, but shit.”

I chuckle, stepping closer as I slide my hands down her back to her butt. Grabbing her, I hoist her up and sit her on the work bench, stepping between her legs. “Good with my hands, huh?”

“Uh huh,” she says, locking her legs around my waist and pulling me closer.

I grin, my hands sliding up to her hips as I lean in and press a kiss to her lips. “I’ve missed you,” I whisper between kisses.

“Mmmm,” she murmurs, pulling me closer. “So what you’re saying is, that’s not a gun in your pocket, Chief?” she asks. “You’re just happy to see me?”

I burst out laughing now, pulling back a little. “How long have you been waiting to use that one?”

Sarah smiles up at me, her fingers sliding into the waistband of my jeans. “Oh, pretty much since the second I discovered what it is you do in this town.”

I chuckle. “Cheeky,” I whisper, as I lean in to kiss her again.

I feel Sarah’s hands on my jeans, her fingers as they start to unbutton them. My hands slide to the waistband of her leggings, inching them down a little.

“You wanna take this inside?” I murmur against her mouth.

“Nope,” she whispers, shaking her head a little. “I want you to do me right here.”

I grin, slipping her leggings down further, Sarah shuffling around a little as she kicks off her boots. We eventually get them down her legs and as I step back between them, she finishes off my jeans, pushing them and my boxer briefs down, till they’re pooled around my ankles.

Pulling her panties to the side, I run a finger over her clit, slipping lower and teasing her a little. She squirms, her ankles hooking around my ass and pulling me even closer. Grinning against her mouth, I deepen the kiss as I slowly slide a finger inside her.

“Oh god,” she groans, her head falling back and exposing her neck.

I kiss my way along her jaw, down her neck to the base of her throat, gently sucking as I slide a second finger inside.

“Finn,” she moans, lifting her head and pulling my mouth back to hers.

“What?” I ask, teasing her as I slowly pull my fingers out and ease them back in. “You okay there, baby?”

“Ugh,” she grumbles, reaching down and grabbing my hand, moving my fingers so they are now against her clit. She grabs my dick, lining it up as her heels dig into my ass, urging me closer.

“This what you want?” I murmur, teasing her as I slowly ease the tip in.

“Yes,” she breathes out. “Fuck yes.”

I can’t stop the moan that falls from my mouth as I slowly push the rest of the way inside her. When I’m buried all the way, I stop for a second as I give her a deep kiss. Then I slowly pull back out and repeat the move all over again.

We fuck slowly, neither of upping the pace as the only sounds that echo through my workspace come from the radio and our soft moans. It doesn’t even feel that cold now, the heat that’s between us more than enough to keep us warm.

“God, you feel so good,” I groan, pushing my way inside her as my fingers slowly rub her clit.

“Finn,” she groans. “God…”

“Jesus fucking christ!”

Sarah and I immediately freeze, our eyes locked on each other as Ryan’s voice booms inside the garage.

“Fuck,” I groan, not sure whether I should pull away, exposing Sarah and everything we are currently doing or stay exactly where I am.

I don’t really want to give her brother an eyeful of what’s going on here, although it’s not hard to guess given my ass is currently on display.

But I also don’t exactly want my dick out and waving about for the world to see either.

“Shit,” I say again, as Sarah groans and buries her face against my neck.

“I think we’re busted,” she says, her legs tightening around me as Ryan walks into the garage, shaking his head at us.