He spread the folds of her sex and she tilted her hips up, begging for him to touch her. He opened his mouth on her, sucking her hard clit into his mouth. She moaned and he grinned. He loved the sounds she made. He tongued her, French kissing her pussy. He loved the taste of her. It exploded across his tongue and he closed his eyes to savour it. Her legs wrapped around his head, her thighs pressing him closer. She rocked into his face, demanding more from him. Finn grabbed her legs and spread them wide, opening her up to him. He slid a finger inside her as he continued to suckle her clit and then added a second one. She was so wet and warm and tight and it felt so good as her muscles squeezed his fingers. His cock hardened, wanting to be in the party, but the little fucker would have to wait. He wanted Peyton to come all over his face first and then he would fill her up, ramming his cock into her until he was balls deep. He curled his fingers inside her, dragging them a
“Look, Carter,” Finn said, trying to keep his desperation in check. “I really don’t think I should continue this blog series. Things have gotten…out of hand.” Carter looked at him like he was some sort of fucked up alien. “Out of hand how?” “The specifics don’t matter—” “I beg to differ,” Carter interrupted. “You have the man in the street hanging off your every word. Your subscriptions haven't only grown but surpassed your previous levels. This is gold, mate. Absolute gold. Why would you want to walk away from it?” “Because—” Liam burst through the office door, panting like he had been running. “You need to call this thing off with Peyton,” he said. “What? Have you all gone stark raving mad? Why would I do that? These blog posts are the most popular thing on the site. There would have to be a damn good reason for us to stop them.” “How about the Alpha Pi Tau?” Carter looked at Liam. Finn looked at Liam. There was a moment of complete silence and stillness as they
The Third DateThey say that things happen in threes - good and bad.If you’ve made it to the third date, then congratulations! Take a moment to pat yourself on the back. You’ve run the gauntlet of the first date nerves and then managed to get through a one-on-one date without screwing up. You should be proud of yourself and take a moment to bask in the glory.Okay then, moving on.The game changes now. The third date is the go/no-go date. If you get past this date then you are looking at exclusivity and ‘The Conversation.’ Up until this point you have been circling one another, but now is the moment when you decide whether or not you are all in.There are some questions you need to ask yourself. Is this the woman you can see spending a good majority of your time, money, and resources on? Those little habits that you think are cute now, will they in fact become so annoying that you want to stab yourself in the eye? Is this a woman you would bring home to meet your mother? Are you prep
“You slept with her!” Finn looked up from his desk to see Jack standing in the doorway of his office, a printout of what had to be his latest blog post in his hand. “Jack—” “Don't ‘Jack’ me,” he said, stepping into the office and closing the door behind him. “You slept with her.” Finn sighed and then leaned back in his chair and ran his hands through his hair. “Fu-uck.” Jack walked across the office and took a seat opposite Finn. “Why, man? Why did you sleep with her? I thought you liked her?” “I did. I do.” Jack sat back and studied Finn. Finn wanted to squirm under his gaze, but he kept himself still. “You're in love—” “No,” Finn said holding his hand up to stop Jack from speaking. “No. Not love. I am attached to her. We have a connection. We have chemistry. Yes, I slept with her and I'm not sorry I did it.” He took a breath. “Not sorry at all,” he finished quietly. “You might not be sorry,” Jack said, “but you definitely regret it.” Finn cocked an eyebrow at h
Peyton walked into the coffee shop, her mind on Finn. He hadn’t called her. He’d left in the middle of the night Saturday and she hadn’t heard from him since. It was now Wednesday. Should she call him? No, he said he would call her. But they hadn’t gone this long without at least a text since they had started dating. Maybe she should call him. “Whoa, careful there Peyton.” Peyton blinked in surprise to see Clark - um Daniel - standing in front of her, his coffee held aloft. “Oh god, I am so sorry,” she said. “My mind was somewhere else completely.” “Hey, that’s okay,” he said with a grin. “At least I didn’t spill it this time.” Peyton wanted to cover her face in embarrassment. How many times could you run into a guy and spill his coffee? Maybe the universe was trying to tell her something. “Are you okay?” Daniel asked. “You look a little…” “Neurotic?” Peyton said, trying for levity. “Worried,” he said with a kind smile. “Do you need to talk?”
Finn took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. They weren’t doing anything untoward, just drinking coffee and talking. They weren’t even touching. He had nothing to be jealous about. He shouldn’t be jealous at all. He didn’t care about Peyton that way. He was just dating her for a story. Nothing more. Somehow his body hadn’t gotten the message that Peyton was just a mark. He had spent the last few days studiously avoiding thinking about her. As soon as his mind wandered to her, he shut the thoughts down. He was getting too attached and he needed the space to get his head straight. They still had one more date and he needed to have all his willpower corralled in order to get through it without falling into bed with her again. He really wanted to fall into bed with her again. Finn watched as the guy, whoever the hell the fucker was, reached across the table to lay his hand over Peyton’s. What the ever-loving-hell? Finn’s fists clenched and before he knew what he was doi
Maybe she should take Daniel’s advice and read that blog. She was kind of pissed at them for spreading the drunk video of her, but if this In Like Finn guy could help her understand a man’s perspective, then wouldn’t that be good for her in the long run? Her whole issue with Dale had been her need to control where the relationship was going. When Dale hadn’t progressed to the next step in her plan in an appropriate amount of time, she had engineered a way for him to. Manipulated him. She wasn’t too proud to admit it, nor was she too proud to admit she had been in the wrong. When Dale hadn’t followed her carefully laid plans, she should have taken it as a hint that they weren’t on the same page. That he just wasn’t into her. Instead, she had course corrected so that for all intents and purposes it looked and felt like they were headed in the same direction. Maybe if she had understood men better, she wouldn’t have pushed so hard and that dreadful video wouldn’t have happened.
Finn sat at his desk staring at his computer screen and not getting any work done. He was supposed to be replying to his subscribers’ comments and questions, but just looking at the blog made him think about Peyton and what he was doing by deceiving her. He hadn’t been lying when he spoke to her earlier, he did want to spend more time with her. He did want to explore what was happening between them, but he was also still lying to her about why they met, and why he had been pursuing her. He hadn’t meant to spill his guts to her in that damned coffee shop. He definitely hadn’t meant to imply that they could have something beyond their next date, but he had and now he was suffering buyer’s remorse. But even that wasn’t entirely true. Part of him wanted to keep seeing her and let the chips fall where they may. Part of him was excited to see just how far down the rabbit hole he could go. The part of him that he had cut off after Chantel had destroyed his heart was growing back faster t