Deeper Than Destiny

CHAPTER 1 | Finn

CHAPTER 1 | Finn

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Four years ago...

And then I kiss her.

My hands go to her face, cupping her jaw and tilting her open for me. My hips grind into her, feeling the curves I’ve craved for years and making her gasp.

“Finn!”

It threatens to make my d**k punch straight through my jeans. We’ve known each other almost our whole lives. She’s said my name a million times, but this time? It damn near undoes me.

I kiss her again, giving her everything I have and then kissing her harder—and she matches me. Stroke for stroke. Touch for touch. Her leg slides up mine and I lift her to me. Her thighs tighten around my hips and she yanks me to her, pulling us even tighter together.

Even tighter into the heat between her legs.

We crash into the wall behind her and my eyes roll back as she grinds against me. She feels f*****g amazing, f*****g perfect.

And then she pulls back.

“Finn?” Her eyes are starry and her mouth is over-pink from my stubble. I can’t stop staring at it even as alarm coils in my gut. Is she okay? Are we okay? Maybe I did this wrong?

“I want you,” she whispers, sounding frantic. “I want you now.”

It shouldn’t be possible, but my d**k goes even harder—and I still can’t move. I should be all over her. I want to be all over her.

But I try to take a damn breath because this is Libby I’m kissing. Libby I want to take to bed.

Libby my best friend.

This is moving fast, I realize. Too fast? Definitely too fast. This is like a f*****g whirlwind. For a second, I’m in my head and I’m freaking out and then Libby’s fingers tangle in my T-shirt, exploring me, and my skin goes hot. My brain blanks.

My brain never blanks.

“This isn’t dating,” she mutters. Reminding me? Reminding herself? I can’t think straight. Everywhere she touches burns. “We’re not strangers.”

“God no.” My voice has gone rough.

“I want you.” Her eyes search my face, and for a moment, I’m blown away. She’s impossibly lovely. I never get tired of looking at her. I never get tired of being with her.

“I thought you wanted me?” she whispers.

“More than anything.”

And now I let myself explore: the line of her jaw...the sweep of her neck. It makes my mouth go dry.

She’s so f*****g perfect, I think and I want to tell her, but I can’t seem to find my voice—and then she wiggles against me and pulls her tank top over her head, revealing the red lace bra underneath.

I suck in a breath, and then another. I can’t look away from her and Libby grins like she knows it.

“Then satisfy me,” she whispers.

Blood thumps in my d**k nearly taking me to my knees. “Satisfy you?” I breathe, rubbing against her so I hit her clit and make her moan. “f**k yes, but first I want to make you beg.”

She gasps, eyes going bright with want.

“Do you like that?” I rub her again and earn another moan. Christ, I could listen to her to do that all damn day. “You are the hottest thing I have ever seen.”

And I hold her tight against me, carrying her into her bedroom. Libby arches her back as I shove the door open. I cross to the bed and toss her down. For a second, it’s like we’re playing around and the tension evaporates. She bursts out laughing and it makes me laugh.

She’s always been able to do that for me. Always.

I drag my T-shirt over my head and hear Libby gasp. Her gaze trails over my chest...slides down my stomach...and lingers on my belt.

No. My hard-on.

Holy s**t. She’s going to be the death of me, I realize and grin. “Like what you see?”

“I like being able to look at you openly”—a mischievous gleam enters her eyes—“not have to resort to peeking.”

It’s like the world spins around. All this time she was peeking at me? I was definitely peeking at her. “Spying on me?” I ask, voice finally returning to me. “Nice. Well, then fair’s fair. Strip.”

Color climbs Libby’s cheeks, but she doesn’t look away as her hands go to her jeans’ top button.

I have waited for years to see this. Years. And to know she’s watching me while I watch her? It’s every fantasy I’ve ever had come to life.

She raises one dark brow, and pushes her jeans down, exposing gorgeous soft skin...and a red lace thong.

I scrub one hand over my mouth. Libby’s the one who broke the ice and confessed her feelings for me. She said she didn’t know how I’d react, but now it seems like she came prepared.

“Did you dress for me?” I finally manage.

She shakes her head, strands of dark hair spilling around her cheeks. She usually wears it up and now I can’t wait to drag her ponytail down and run my fingers through all that silk. “I should probably say yes,” she tells me that mischievous glint in her eyes again, “but...I like pretty lingerie. I wear it for me.”

And thank God for that, I think. Libby has the kind of body born for lingerie. Her generous thighs slope upward into the most grabbable ass I have ever seen, her waist nips in, begging for me to kiss her sides (that I know are ticklish), and her lush breasts are barely contained in their lacey bra cups. Every time she breathes, they heave up, calling me—and then there’s Libby, who’s smiling again like she owns my ass.

She does, I realize because now her thumbs have hooked around the thong’s edge and she’s dragging it down an inch. “But if you like it...” she trails off and drags the thong down another inch. “If you like it, I could show you the other things I have.”

Visions—Libby bent over in a black bustier, Libby naked except for silk stockings, Libby topless in lacey boyshorts—pummel me and I have to shake them off. I strip down as quickly as I can, crawl up the bed until I’m over her.

Until she’s pinned.

“I’ve dreamed of f*****g you.” My voice doesn’t even sound like my own. It’s rough, ragged. It makes her lick her lips. “I’ve jerked off again and again with only you on my mind. And you know what?”

“What?” she whispers.

“You’re even more amazing than my fantasies.”

A shyness creeps into her expression, and for a beat, I think I’ve somehow said too much—and then her chin lifts. “And what are those fantasies?”

That’s my Libby, I think, stuffing down my laugh. She never backs down. Ever. Not when we were ten and she dared me to jump off the garage roof, and damn sure not when we’re half-naked and talking about what I want to do to her.

I grin. “You’re soon to see,” I say, sliding my hand down her side. Exploring her...learning her...possessing her.

“Tell me,” she whispers.

And I can’t stop my smile.