While We Waited (The Reed Brothers #8) (17 page)

“Who cares if he minds, Finny?” she asks me softly. “Are you worried that all he wants is sex?”

I take a deep breath. “No, I’m worried that’s
not
all he wants. I’d know what to do with him if he just wanted sex.”

“Oh,” she breathes. “So that’s it. You really like him.”

“Yeah,” I whisper.

“What do you like most about him?”

“He knows about my crazy mother and he doesn’t seem to care. He also knows about all my one-nighters. And he still likes me. At least I think he likes me. Do you think he likes me?”

“I think he likes you a lot,” she says softly. “Oh, Finny…” She starts to blink frantically.

“Are you crying? Seriously?” I offer her my sleeve and she wipes her eyes on it.

“I can’t help it. You’re falling in love.”

I contradict her quickly. “No, I’m not.”

She gives me an incredulous look.

“I’m really not,” I rush to tell her.

“Finny, you’re acting like a total girl,” she says softly.

“Is this what girls do?” I bite my fingernail while I wait for her answer.

“This is what people do, dummy. They question relationships when they’re real. You’re having a real relationship for the first time ever.” She sniffles. “I’m so happy for you.”

“So, do you think Sam could keep his dick in his pants from here on out?” I ask her, trying to ease some of the tension that’s hanging around us.

She lifts her shoulders. “Maybe. I’ll file the request for you.”

“So just how big
is
your vagina?”

“Big enough,” she says on an exaggerated huff.

“Well, that was apparent.”

She laughs. “Fuck you, Finny.”

“I’d return the sentiment, but Sam already did. I had ringside seats.”

She giggles and turns to go back into the bus. She grabs a piece of pizza and slides into the booth seat next to Sam. I scoot in next to Tag and do the same. I lay my hand on his thigh and give it a squeeze. His free hand immediately covers mine and holds it tight. I look up at him to find him smiling down at me.

“So, Sam,” Tag says, clearing his throat.

Sam looks up. “What?”

“How much did that piercing hurt?” He says it with a straight face.

But I can’t control my laughter. I laugh so hard I choke on a piece of sausage and Tag has to pound me on the back.

“Dude, I could hook you up with a piercing,” Sam says. “I’m a certified hole puncher at the tattoo shop.”

“I am not letting you put any holes in my dick.”

I cover my mouth to keep from laughing out loud. “Would you let me do it?” I ask him. I don’t even know where that came from. Oh, shit.

He stares into my eyes. “I’d let you do just about anything you wanted to do, Finny,” he says. He brushes a lock of hair back from my eyes. “I’m pretty sure you’d never hurt me on purpose.”

“I wouldn’t,” I say.

Sam makes a gagging noise from his side of the table and Peck elbows him in the side. “What?”

“Stop giving them a hard time,” she scolds. “I think it’s sweet.”

Peck makes Sam get up, and says, “I’m going to feed Sammy one last time before we go to sleep.”

Sam wipes his mouth. “I’ll go with you.”

“Should I go and feed Benji?” Tag asks.

Sam points to Peck’s boobs. “Dude, she’s got the bottles.”

“Oh,” Tag says, his face turning red. “Forgot about that.”

“Marta will take care of Benji,” Peck assures him. “I’ll look in on him while I’m there if you want.”

Tag nods. “That would be great. Thanks.”

They leave, and Tag wraps his palm around the back of my neck and pulls me to him so he can kiss me. “So, how long do you think they’ll be gone?”

“Not that long. Sammy eats quick.” I open my mouth when he teases my lips with his tongue and I sigh into his mouth. He has me breathless in seconds. “I had better get to bed,” I say, but my heart is racing.

He looks toward the tiny bunk beds in the back of the bus. They’re no bigger than coffins.

“Do you want the top or the bottom?” I ask.

“Why, Finny, did you just proposition me?” He lays a hand on his chest and pretends to be shocked.

I shake my head and grin. “No, I just wanted to know which bed I should crawl into.”

“Mine,” he says quickly.

My heart thuds. “I don’t think so.”

“Fine. You go pick one, and I’ll crawl in with you.” He starts to clean up the pizza while I go wash off my makeup, brush my teeth, and brush out my hair.

I climb into the bottom bunk and pull the privacy curtain behind me. “Good night, Tag,” I call out.

The curtain shifts and I see his head appear. “Can I come in?” he asks. He waits in the opening for me to decide.

“I’ve never…”

“I know,” he says softly. “I get it.” He looks at me a beat too long and I have to look away. There’s so much want in his eyes that I don’t know what to do with it all. “Can I come in?”

I nod and he pulls back. I hear his jeans rustle as he slips them off, and then he goes and brushes his teeth. He comes back to the bed and climbs in beside me. There’s barely enough room for one, much less two. He bangs his head on the roof. “Ouch,” he cries.

I roll onto my side, trying to make more room for him, but he’s a big guy. “I don’t think you’ll fit,” I tell him on a silly, frantic giggle.

“I’ll fit. I promise.” He wiggles until he’s flat on his back and then he lifts an arm and draws me in to his side. He points to the spot where his shoulder meets his arm. “Your head, it goes here.”

I remember when we had sex and I told him where his dick went. “Okay,” I say, and I settle into the spot, rooting around until I find the perfect place to rest my face. “I’m scared,” I whisper. “I’ve never done this before.” My heart is pounding and my skin is clammy.

He kisses my forehead, his lips lingering for a beat too long. “I won’t hurt you, Finny,” he whispers.

He grabs my leg and pulls it across his lap, and I can feel the ridge of his dick. He’s hard. “Did you want to–” I start to ask.

But he shushes me. “I’m doing exactly what I want to do.”

He holds me close until my shivers stop and my heart slows its frantic pace. I melt against him and close my eyes.

“I’ve never done this before. I might be bad at it,” I whisper in the darkness.

“You’re definitely not bad at it.”

After a few minutes, I start to yawn. “Hey, Tag,” I whisper.

“Hey, Finny,” he whispers back.

“You’re really good at this,” I tell him.

“It’s all you, Finny,” he says. “All you.”

Tag

I wake up in the early morning to the feel of the bus rocking. It’s just a gentle bump, but I still blink my eyes open and look out the tiny window. The sun is just barely up over the horizon. Finny giggles in my arms and I look down at her.

“They’re like rabbits,” she whispers, scooting up so she can speak quietly by my ear.

“What’s like rabbits?” I scrub a hand down my face and try to wake up.

“Sam and Peck.”

“Oh. That’s them?”

“Screwing. Again.” She rolls her eyes and presses her lips against my chin. “Good morning.” She nuzzles her head against my neck.

My dick is hard and I have people four feet from me going at it like they haven’t seen one another in a year. Peck starts to make quiet little noises that make me want to stick my fingers in my ears and sing out lalalalalalalalala.

Finny lifts herself up and straddles my hips, her chest flush against mine. “Do you want me to take your mind off of it?”

I hold her face in my hands and look into her eyes. “What did you have in mind?” She kisses me softly. She tastes like morning and awesome all rolled into one tiny body. “That’ll work,” I mumble when she finally lifts her head. My brain feels like mush and I realize I’m kiss-drunk.

Peck’s noises grow and then crest, and I close my eyes tightly, trying to drown out the sounds. But Finny shouts like she’s at a ballgame and sits up a little in the tiny space so she can clap. “Hell yeah!” she says. “Nice work, Sam!”

Finny opens the curtain on our side a little and Sam opens the curtain on his, and they high-five in the middle. Peck’s head sticks out sheepishly. “Sorry,” she says, her cheeks rosy. “We didn’t know you were awake.”

“Well, it’s kind of hard to sleep through all that noise,” Finny says. “And the rocking.”

“The bus was rocking?” Peck asks Sam.

“Hell yeah, the bus was rocking,” he says on a chuckle. Then he pulls the curtain shut again.

“How do you think they did that in such a tiny space?” I whisper in Finny’s ear.

She rocks her hips a little and says, “I think we could make it work.” She giggles when I grab her hips to keep her still. If she keeps that up, I’ll embarrass us both.

She reaches down between us and wraps her fist around my dick. I hiss in a breath.

“Shh,” she whispers.

“Don’t, Finny.” I grab for her hand and try to stop her. She pulls her hand back up and rocks her heat against my dick. “Don’t do that, either,” I say.

I roll so that I dump her into the tiny spot beside me and we face one another on our sides. I slip my fingers under her t-shirt so I can cup her naked hip. She kisses me and it shoots straight to my toes, and my heart starts to trip.

I lift my head and groan. “I should get up.”

She reaches down and slides her hand into my boxers, wrapping her tight little fist around me. “Some parts of you are already up,” she says impishly.

“Finny,” I complain quietly. I don’t want Sam and Peck to hear me beg.

“I want to come so bad,” she whispers in my ear.

I freeze. “You do?”

She nods.

“Well, damn,” I say. “Let me help you out.”

“No…” she says slowly, staring into my eyes. “We’re not ready.”

I slide my hand up her side, slowly lifting her shirt. “This okay?”

She rucks her shirt up over her boobs in answer to my question.

“So pretty.” I groan and bury my face in her soft skin, dropping kisses here and there. Then she cups her boob in her hand and pulls my head toward her pert nipple.

She takes in a quick breath when I lap at it with my tongue. I give it a quick suck, and the sound of her breath nearly has me coming in my boxers. I nibble and kiss and suck until she’s squirming in my arms. Her nipples have been kissed hard-tight and they strain against my chest when I pull her against me.

“Can I touch you?” I ask. I hover over the waist of her pants, my palm flat against her belly, my fingers pointing toward her heat.

“Please,” she says. I slide my fingers into her panties and work my way between her lower lips, finding her hot and wet and slippery-sweet. She kisses me while I find her clit, and she bites down gently on my lower lip and stops moving when I find the right spot.

“Right there?” I whisper.

She nods.

I rub in a small circle, guided by the movement of her hips.

Then I feel her pull out the waistband of my boxers. I freeze for a second, waiting to see what she’s going to do. She holds my waistband out with one hand and spits into the other, and then wraps her slick fingers around my dick.

My mouth falls open and I have to remind myself not to make noise. She pushes me to start moving my fingers against her clit again when she rocks her hips. She kisses me, smothering my raspy exhales. It’s only seconds later and I’m ready to come, but I hold back. Her breaths are quick against my lips, and she makes a little noise. It grows slightly louder, but I’m pretty sure only she and I can hear it. It’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. Suddenly, she cups my face with the hand that’s not wrapped around my dick and she looks into my eyes.

Then she comes apart in my arms. I spill into her tiny little fist, and she smears the head of my dick with it and keeps pumping, while she shivers and trembles in my hold. I stroke her, growing softer as her body eases a little. “Wow,” she says, when we’re both still.

“Yeah.” I bury my face in her shoulder, kissing her collarbone, and working my way up her neck to her face. “Wow,” I say like an idiot.

Suddenly, we hear clapping from the other bed. “Hell yeah!” Sam calls out. He does a few cat-calls, and I feel Finny bury her face in my chest. I palm the back of her hair and ask her if she’s all right.

Her head shakes against me and I realize she’s laughing. “At least we didn’t rock the bus,” she says loudly.

“Not everybody can be as awesome as me,” Sam crows.

“I don’t know,” Finny whispers to me. “That was pretty amazing.”

She fixes her panties and rolls over the top of me to get out of bed. She comes back with damp hands from where she just washed them and passes me a warm wet cloth. I clean up really quickly and she throws it into a hamper.

She climbs back into bed with me and puts her head on my chest. “Can we go back to sleep?” she asks.