I stopped him short again, not wanting to hear his excuses. “Don’t worry about it, Finn. Really. We’re related now—kind of, anyway—so let’s just forget we ever met that night. It’ll only make things more awkward if we keep bringing it up, and we don’t want to wreck things for our parents.”
His face fell a little, but he didn’t argue. “Yeah, sure. If that’s what you want,” he said, his voice stiffening slightly.
“It is what I want,” I said before pressing my lips into a firm line. Just because we were forgetting about that night didn’t mean I had to be nice to him and act like his best friend. Right now, I honestly just wanted to forget he existed at all.
“Right. Well, I’ll get out of your hair,” he said. His mood had visibly darkened, but I didn’t care. Why would I? Had he had any regard for my feelings when he’d lied and led me on for ages when we first met, acting like he was single and pretending to be my date?
Nope.
I halfheartedly waved at him as he left the room, and then I smiled and lay down on the bed. I was actually kinda proud of myself for refusing to listen to whatever bullcrap excuse he had for his shitty behavior. It had taken a surprising amount of willpower, because even though I didn’t like him, part of me still wished there was another explanation for what had happened the other night. Luckily, the logical part of me was bigger, so my willpower had won out in the end. I’d known that if I let him convince me he was actually a sweet guy despite all those tattoos, bulging muscles and unruly hair, I’d become yet another one of those stupid girls who fell for his bad boy charms and subsequently for his lies. Like Candice, from what I’d seen.#p#分页标题#e#
I actually felt sorry for her, even though she’d called me a fat skank. I knew she’d just been acting out at me after seeing her boyfriend cheating on her.
Despite all the negative stuff I was thinking about, the area between my legs was still throbbing like mad from my earlier expedition, and I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my entire life. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid a hand down into my panties, and right at that second, there was a knock at the door.
Of course.
“Um…yes?” I called out.
“Rory, it’s me. I took the elevator…it actually wasn’t that bad. Usually they’re so cramped. Anyway, would you like to get an afternoon snack with me and your Mom?”
I sighed and yanked my hand out of my panties, my mood quickly deflating. Nothing like a visit from Grandma to kill the libido, right?
Considering who I’d been thinking about just now, that was probably a good thing…
Chapter Five
Finn
I wasn’t too happy with what had just happened in Rory’s room, but as I recalled the events which had led up to me being in there, a smug grin spread across my face, and I walked back down the hall and into my own room before closing the door. On my TV, a woman’s face was twisted with ecstasy, as I’d paused my porno just before busting Rory outside in the hallway.
Hilarious.
As soon as I’d opened the door, she’d come flying in and toppled over onto the floor, and I’d seen her gaze floating down my body, across my chest, abs, and finally my cock, which had sprung to attention the second she laid eyes on me. The porn hadn’t even made me hard yet; it was all her.
Fuck, I loved teasing her. She’d been blushing in seconds when I’d accused her of stealing my porn and masturbating in the hallway, and it had only made me harder.
Of course her shower was fine. She’d only used it as an excuse when I caught her sneaking around, and I laughed out loud, remembering the exact way her embarrassed face had looked when I’d busted her.
Knowing she was only a door away turned me on even more, and I flopped back on my couch, unpausing the TV. Because I couldn’t resist, I even turned the volume up, knowing Rory was probably listening from her room. I could picture her now, sliding her fingers into her soaked panties and slipping inside her slit...
I watched the dirty movie on the screen in front of me with my eyes glazed. I wasn’t even seeing what was happening on the TV, too focused on picturing Rory instead.
I vaguely considered calling Hannah, a girl I slept with occasionally, but I decided against it. She was always game for a booty call, but today the thought of her pert ass, which usually made me hard as hell, made my cock go flaccid. I stroked myself relentlessly, trying to focus on the story—or rather, lack thereof—on the TV, but it was all for nothing.
Rory’s face kept popping into my mind—her cute smile, sparkling eyes, even the way she sometimes snorted when she laughed, which I’d discovered on our first faux-date. And in my mind, my eyes drank in her features. The rounded, sexy curve of her feminine hips…that perfect round ass…those wonderful tits begging to be released from the top of the black and white dress she’d worn on the two occasions I’d been out with her now.