"Recently moved here from St. Louis. Lives with a cousin or something and got a job at one of the new data farms."
"So like a tech guy."
"Actually I'm not sure. The person I talked to was kind of cagey about it. I'm going to talk to him after the set."
"Go easy."
"I know. I know." Adam shoved his hand through his hair, making the already disheveled ends even messier. "I'm going to talk to him. Later, bro. Winter, I'll see you around."
"Good luck." I waited a few more moments and then turned to Finn. "You have to sing for me now."
"Oh, I will?" His lips curved up, slowly heating my insides. They'd been at a slow burn since he kissed me, and his sexy smile was like a soft curl of wind shooting the flames higher. "What do you want me to sing to you, Winter?" He pressed his lips against my temple. His lips moved against my skin, the words of The Lumineers’ “Hey Ho” barely more than a whisper, but I heard them loud and clear. It was the only thing I could hear. I crumpled against him, glad I was seated. I didn't need beer or shots. Just being with Finn made me drunk.
And then I needed it to be the two of us, just as he promised.
"I'm ready to go," I said.
His eyes were dark and full of wicked delight. He pushed to his feet, set aside the two nearly full cups carefully and picked up the blanket. "We're going." The others nodded. He tucked the blanket under his arm and tossed the two cups in a nearby trashcan. I followed him out. The crowd moved around us, hands waving in the air, their bodies in motion. We walked, our hands brushing each other, and I swore sparks lit up the dusk.
Finn's stride was stilted as if he was trying not to run, but I couldn't wait either. "Race you," I murmured and took off. He ran behind me, and I knew he could catch me, but he never did. The thrill of being almost caught heightened my excitement, and I was breathless with want by the time I got to the truck.
He yanked the rear door open and heaved me in. "I'm not taking you here, I promise," he panted, "but if I don't have my mouth on you in the next five seconds, I'll go crazy."
"Five seconds." I pulled his head down. "Why so long?"
He released a crazy smile and then his mouth was on me. We both groaned, the vibrations shooting down my body. Underneath my shirt, his large hand engulfed my bare breast. "I need to see these. I need to see every part of you."
He moved down my torso to my stomach, pushing the shirt higher. His hot lips on my stomach made me cry out in pleasurable surprise, and when he placed his mouth over what felt like my entire breast, I had to reach up to grab at the door behind me.
His fingertips danced down my body and paused at the fastening of my jeans. "Okay?"
"Yes, please." Yes, please do what you will to me because that one night you made me see stars with just your hand. The vision of your head between my legs, licking me clean has made me come every night since. I couldn't say these things out loud, but it seemed I didn't need to. He understood. He undid my button and then pulled down my zipper. He tugged my jeans off, sliding out of the open truck door to do so. I pushed up on my forearms and looked at him. Dusk had rapidly turned to night. It was dark in this parking lot, and I could see no one else but the solid outline of Finn.
"Still okay?" he asked and tossed the jeans over the seat into the front.
"Yes."
"Good, because Jesus Christ, look at you." He bit his lip and ran a hand down the front of my panties. They were navy blue with black lace trim. Not my sexiest pair of panties, but definitely special. He clearly liked the look of them, what little he could see.
"I'm going to drag my tongue over every inch of smooth flesh." He rubbed both his hands from my knees to my inner thighs. His thumbs were between my legs but not quite touching me. It was a perfect kind of torture. Against his hands, my body looked fragile and delicate. His fingers inched upward, and I tried not to be embarrassed by what he must feel there. The wet cloth, the heat.
"You're soaked, baby, and I love it." His fingers dipped underneath the cotton, and the slow drag of his thumbs over my clit and down my outer sex had me falling backward, unable to support myself. Unconsciously, I dug my heels into the leather of his back bench seat, pushing toward him, and his two thumbs slid inside me.
11
FINN
She was making me crazy. Or my cock was making me crazy because why else would I have been all over her in the backseat of my truck? But now my fingers were inside her, I couldn't think of anything I'd rather do than strip her bare. My blood was pounding louder in my ears than the bass in the park. She dragged her hands down my forearms, curling up to mold her lips to mine.