Chapter 5
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Delilah
“What the f**k do you think you are doing Finn?” Now his hands weren’t on my ass and I had my feet back on the carpet it was easier to think straight.
Instead of like a lust addled teenager. Which is what he always made me feel. Ever since.. well ever since I had been a teenager.
Whirling on him, I swayed but kept my balance as the room span.
Oops maybe I had had a bit to much to drink. I giggled as I took him him. His shoulders hunched as he rested his head against the closed door.
“Finn, will you look at me?”
He turned slowly as if he was fighting the urge to look at me , and the sound that fell from his lips as he took me in. Standing naked on his carpet in nothing but my pink lace thong and a frown caused something in my stomach to clench.
Hard.
“Put some fu…”
I c****d my hip out, and speared him with my eyes. “Don’t you even think about it Finn, if my t**s offend you so much you should have left me where I was” Smirking at him , I let my eyes wander down his body just as his took me in.
He could pretend all he wanted. I knew he liked what he saw. I could see it in the way his jeans were just a little to snug. He tore his eyes away from my face as if he couldn’t help it and the heat of them as they travelled down my body sent the hair on the back of my neck standing up.
“I was more than happy with…” I searched my memory for the name the prospect had given me and came up blank. “Well he liked my t**s just fine. Maybe I should…” I took a step towards the door.
“Don’t even f*****g think about it Delilah I mean it. I am not in the mood for this” His voice was a quiet threat.
What was up with him? Acting like a jealous lover when he had absolutely no right to. Hell he had forfeited that right years ago when he had kicked me out of his bed and humiliated me by sleeping with my closest friend.
I wasn’t old enough for him. That’s what he had said. And then the very next night he had f****d her. A girl only three months older than I was.
Finn, Double what ever he went by these days could go f**k a cactus for all I cared. He just didn’t get to act like he gave a s**t about me.
“Put this on” He tossed a clean T-shirt and I didn’t even bother to try and catch it, letting it fall at my feet. “And get into bed. You need to sleep the booze off. And stop acting like a slut” he added under his breath.
Jealousy. It was an ugly look on his handsome face.
“I sleep naked Double” I hooked my fingers into the waist band of my panties and he gripped at my wrists. “Don’t even think about it Dee, I am not sleeping in bed next to you when you are butt naked” pulling back the covers he motioned with his arm, his face unreadable.
“Scared you won’t be able to resist?”
“Bed Delilah you are drunk” He tore his eyes off my breasts, sucking in a breath that sounded almost painful as I clambered over the mattress.
“You know what else I am?” I giggled as I settled my head against the pillows. My back to him. I felt the bed dip as he settled himself next to me. So close I could feel the heat from his body.
“What’s that?” He sounded almost bored.
“Horny” I wiggled back against him. Feeling the roughness of his jeans against my bare ass. “But I know you don’t look at me like that Finn, so I know I can do this and my panties will still be on in the morning” I snuggled back in closer and his arm slid around my waist bringing me back even tighter against him.
“Yeah” His breath was hot against my naked back “Panties still on”
“Because you don’t find me attractive at all. Never have and never will” I was drunk and rambling but I just couldn’t seem to stop the words from spilling out my mouth.
And I really needed the room to stop spinning.
“You’re drunk Delilah, sleep”
“Mmhmm”
“And you’re right I don’t find you attractive at all” His voice dripped sarcasm.
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