Finn's Shot (Eden's Odyssey Book 1)

by Tiffani Lynn

  Finn

  When I return to the apartment before lunch there is no sign of Darcy. She left me a short note saying she’ll see me at the club and to enjoy the day with my family. The afternoon would be more enjoyable if she were with me, but I understand her issue.

  Today I’m going to do battle with my parents. I’m sick of their shit and of them trying to run off my girlfriends. It’s true that the last girlfriend wasn’t a good fit for me. It was only because she loved someone else, but they didn’t know that. She was sweet to them and they treated her like crap. Thank God my sister Roxy wasn’t here or last night would have been a complete disaster. I love her, but she can be a stuck up bitch most of the time.

  I agree to meet my family at a local sports bar and when I arrive they’re already seated. My dad has a beer in his hand and my mother iced tea. My sisters are drinking water

  I greet everyone and sit down.

  Celeste takes one look at me and asks, “What’s wrong, Finn?” The concern is evident in her voice and I feel bad for bringing my bad mood to them too.

  I glance around the table and everyone is staring at me. “I’ll talk about it after we order. I’m hungry.”

  When the waitress arrives I give her my drink order and we all order lunch. As soon as she leaves my mother adjusts her seat to get a better view of me.

  “What do you think of Darcy?” I ask to start the conversation. I don’t want to assume my parents feel a certain way before getting confirmation.

  My sisters both chime in with complimentary remarks. My dad clears his throat and looks at his beer before responding. “She seems like a nice enough girl, but I don’t think she’s wife material.” His eyes shift to mine at the end of the sentence. I don’t respond.

  I look at my mom. “Mom?”

  “Well, darling. I agree with your father. She was nice, but not for the long term. I realize you like attractive women, but you need to look a little deeper when you’re looking for the woman to spend your life with.”

  My eyebrows have now disappeared into my hairline. My sisters are squirming in discomfort because they can tell this is about to get ugly.

  “What makes you say that?” Before they can respond I quiz, “Was she rude?”

  “No.” My mother replies.

  “Was she stupid?”

  “I don’t really know. I didn’t talk to her long enough to find something like that out.”

  “Was she dirty? Did she say she hated children and kicks puppies every chance she gets? Did she try to get money from you?” I’m firing the questions so fast they can’t answer.

  My father jumps in before I ask more. “Son, stop. No, none of those things happened, it’s just obvious. She’s with you for the wrong reasons. It’s obvious to us, you just don’t see it yet.”

  “Hmmm. How did you come to that conclusion?” I slather the sarcasm on thick like marmalade on toast.

  “She ordered the most expensive item on the menu. All she talked about was the places you took her. Her clothes are expensive. She’s got money grubber written all over her. I’m not trying to be rude, but I’m your father and I will look out for your best interest.”

  “Wow, Dad. I’m so glad you can protect me from a college educated, self sufficient business owner who not only pays her own way but also pays for her handicap sister to be in an elite facility with the best care available in the state. I don’t know what I’d do without you on that one.”

  My mom’s eyes are wide as her mouth hangs open so I decide to add more. Time to rub some salt in their judgmental wounds.

  “She wanted to order the chicken last night since I was picking up the check, if you noticed it was the cheapest item on the menu. I knew she liked the lobster so I insisted she order it instead. We even got in a tiff about it. If you were paying attention to her, you would’ve seen that. Also, every other date she pays. She’s insistent. Everything she has she’s earned. She’s talented and she works hard. Her father walked out when she was little and her mom died after she finished college leaving her the sole guardian of her sister. That in itself is a huge burden but she doesn’t see it that way. She goes up there as often as possible and provides everything for her that she could ever want. She didn’t know I was a hockey player until she saw my tattoo and even then she didn’t remark on it till the next day. What else do you have for me because I think I wiped out all of your complaints in a couple of paragraphs.”

  Jasmine has her lips rolled under her teeth trying not to laugh and Celeste’s hand is covering her mouth, her eyes dancing too. Flabbergasted is the best word to describe my parents right now.

  “You think I’d bring another one to meet you that I wasn’t certain was good enough for me after the way you treated Cami? No way. I’m not stupid. Darcy is not Nadia. She’s not going to cheat on me while I’m on the road. She doesn’t have a malicious bone in her body. I love this woman. She’s thoughtful, helpful, kind and successful and she brings color into the darkest parts of my life. How could you not want that for me?”

  My mom sniffles a little and I realize she’s started crying. She reaches across and wraps her bony hand around my meaty one. “I don’t want to see you get your heartbroken again. You were devastated.”

  “Yeah, Mom, I was, but I got over it. I’m older and wiser now. I don’t date the bimbos or the puck bunnies. I haven’t dated anyone since Cami because I was waiting for the right one. Now I found her and you’re about to scare her away. I couldn’t drag her here today. She realized you didn’t like her and spent the rest of last night racking her brain to figure out why. At least Roxy wasn’t here to put the icing on that cake.” I turn to my sisters. “Thank you both for being nice to her. She felt bad you had to entertain her and didn’t get time with me, but she was appreciative of your kindness.”

  My dad clears his throat again. It’s something he does when he’s uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, son. We misjudged her. I’m not sure what else to say.”

  “You can start by apologizing to her if I can get her to meet us for breakfast tomorrow. She refused dinner tonight. I go back on the road tomorrow afternoon and I’m missing all of this time with her because you were so rude. Do you know how hard it is to have a relationship around a professional hockey schedule? I can tell you. It’s tough. I’m lucky that she’s self sufficient and not clingy or it would already be over, but I’ll be gone for a week and I’m missing all of this time with her when she could have easily joined us.”

  “I get it. I’ll apologize in the morning. I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to upset you. We want what’s best for you,” my mom explains.

  “I get it mom, but you have to trust me to make my own choices. I love you guys, but you’ll see a lot less of me if I have to choose between you and her. I’m a grown man and she’s that important to me.”

  My dad doesn’t say much else while we are at lunch but when I get up to leave he walks me out and puts his arm across my shoulders. “We will make it right son. We love you. Please remember that. Okay?”

  “Yeah, Dad I get it. That’s the only reason I showed up here today.”

  Instead of waiting until tonight to see her I leave my parents and head straight to her apartment. She answers on the second round of knocking. Her hair is on top of her head in a messy knot with blonde curly wisps all around her face. Makeup free and covered in her painting apron, she’s so beautiful I can’t help myself so instead of saying hello I take her face in my hands and kiss her speechless. When I pull back her dazed expression brings a smile to my face.

  “I thought I wouldn’t see you until tonight. Are you okay?” Concern replaces her stunned expression.

  “I’m fine. I missed you and wanted to see you before tonight.”

  “What about your parents? You’re supposed to be with them.”

  “I was. I had lunch with them. Everything is okay. They want to see you tomorrow for breakfast. It was a misunderstanding based on my past experiences. You could have been a millionaire, Miss Univ
erse, or a virgin dropped on earth by the gods and they wouldn’t have given you a chance.”

  “I don’t understand what’s different now.” A frown mars her lovely face. “I don’t think I should go tomorrow.”

  “I wouldn’t take you if I thought they were going to act the same way. I explained to them all that’s wonderful about you and told them I wouldn’t tolerate them treating the woman I love with less than the utmost respect.”

  Her eyes grow wide and her breath catches when she realizes what I said.

  “I put my finger over her lips. Don’t say anything. I don’t want you too. I don’t expect you too. Just know that I’m head over heels in love with you. I can’t live without you.”

  Afraid she’s going to say something I kiss her again and carry her back to her bed so I can worship the woman I love before heading to the rink.

  The next morning, I say goodbye to my parents. They were much nicer to Darcy today as they engaged her in conversation. Then I heard my mom apologize for both of them as we were all leaving. It was a much better day and I felt more comfortable about leaving for this road trip now that things were settled with them and her knowing how I feel about her.

  ****

  Coming in from a long seven days on the road I’m both exhausted and exhilarated. I can’t wait to see my woman. We’ve tried a little Skype sex and that works well when my roommate is out partying but when he’s around there isn’t enough privacy for much of anything. Yesterday after our game in Calgary, Bobby and I were attacked by a swarm of hockey hookers. A few months ago I would have taken that as the opportunity to relieve myself of the pent up tension in my balls, but now those women hold no appeal. My only thought was getting the silicone queens away from me without causing a PR nightmare. That’s the tough part. I don’t want to be groped and slipped phone numbers. I don’t want my suit coat to smell like heavy cheap perfume or find bright pink or red lipstick streaked across a cheek where they tried to sneak a quick kiss in.

  I want the real set of tits that sit pertly on Darcy’s sexy little body. I want the light fruity smell of her lotion to linger in my nose and the sexy red lipstick she wears to the club streaked on my dick. The problem is how I remove myself from the aggressive puck bunnies without making a scene or causing problems for my PR lady. There’s not an easy way and it sucks.

  I got lucky this time because one of my teammates was willing to take on all the hockey hookers that I wasn’t. By the looks of things his roommate is going to be privy to an orgy show tonight. Last week I was at dinner alone when they found me. They got out of control snapping pictures and tugging at me. In one shot a woman was so brazen she grabbed my package and smiled like she’d just won the lottery. Thank goodness the camera caught my shocked expression or I’m not sure Darcy would have understood that one. I know I wouldn’t have if the situation were reversed.

  I don’t even head for my apartment, I toss my suitcase in the back seat of my truck and drive straight to the club. She’s waiting for me and I almost feel like a kid at Christmas I’m so excited. When I reach the front desk Christina gives me a big grin. “Hey, Mr. Thompson. Darcy is waiting for you. She’s been checking with me every few minutes all night long. It’s nice to see her smile so much.”

  “Thanks Christina. I feel the same about her. You can call me Finn.” She nods and smiles. “Okay, Finn.”

  “Can I go in?”

  “Oh yeah, sure. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hold you up. You’re checked in. Let me release the lock.” She presses a button below the counter and I hear the lock click open. I thank her and yank open the door in a hurry to see my girl. I spot Tanisha first. She’s sidled up to the bar chatting with Charles while he continues to scan the room with his ever watchful eyes. She greets me from across the room with a big smile and a small wave. Charles gives me a chin jerk and points to the main floor where I see Darcy’s sexy rocking hips as she struts through the crowd, eyes cataloguing everything until they land on me. A toothy grin stretches across her gorgeous face and she runs to me on her towering heels and leaps into my arms.

  I step back with the force of the impact and before I can say a word her lips are on me, feasting on my mouth like a starving woman. Her legs are locked around my back and my palms are spread across her bare ass cheeks under her skirt. I lose myself in her, forgetting that we’re standing in the middle of a room full of people. I can feel nothing but her bare flesh and the heat emanating from her center. The combination of the two coaxes my fingers to slide further in seeking the slickness I know I’ll find if I get close enough to her treasure.

  As the first fingers graze the damp strip of satin between her legs she lets out a whimper of need and wiggles until there’s more contact. I’m about to plunge two fingers inside when I hear a throat clear and open my eyes to a room full of people ogling us like we’re in one of the scene rooms.

  She’s oblivious as she whispers against my lips, “Come on, Baby. Touch me. Fingers inside me,” she pants.

  “Babe.” At the stern tone of my voice she pulls back and catches the look on my face.

  “Audience.”

  “Shit, I’m sorry. I got carried away.” She tries to release her legs but I just hold her tighter.

  I surprise her by asking, “Is a scene room open?”

  She leans back. The look of shock emanating from her is like a laser beam. “Um. I don’t know. There was one a little while ago. Why?” Her brows draw together.

  “Because I’m willing to take the edge off in one if you’d like. I can’t fuck you in front of all these people, but we can play.”

  Her expression changes and her eyes light up right before she shuts it down. “Why? I know you don’t like it.”

  “Because I know you do and the more I thought about it the more I’m willing to try little things. We’ve already started giving them a show it might as well happen right now.”

  I graze her damp thong strip again and she grinds against me. Her eyes search mine for several long seconds before she says, “Let’s go see if it’s still open.”

  I don’t put her down I turn and maneuver through the crowd and down the hall. The club is packed tonight so I’m dodging people left and right.

  We get to the second room and she announces, “Still open. Are you sure?”

  Instead of answering her with words I fasten my lips to hers and buck my hips a little so she’ll feel the steel of my cock as it bumps against her. I set her down inside the room and she turns on the lamp on a side table next to a plush brown sofa. There’s a fabric covered ottoman in front of the couch she directs me to so that I’m sideways to the mirror. Before I sit she jerks off my jacket and tosses it on the couch, then she unbuttons my shirt and pushes it over my shoulders. It catches on the cuff links at my wrists so I take those off and sets them next to the lamp. Slowly she pushes the white undershirt up over my abs and chest planting little kisses as she exposes bare skin. Once it’s removed her fingernails scratch their way from my bare chest down over my pecks and abs until she reaches the waist band of my slacks. She unhooks them and shoves them down my legs. Going up on tip toes she pulls my head down by the back of my neck so that our lips meet while her other hand cups my package with a light squeeze. I glance at the mirror only to see us reflected back. If I block out what I know is on the other side of the mirror, I can do this. I know it’s something she wants and I’m willing to give my beautiful Darcy anything her heart desires.

  “Are you okay? Are you sure you want to do this?” she whispers in my ear so only I can hear. I pause for a second. Long enough for her to read my reserve.

  Boldly she says out loud, “It’s just me and you baby. No one else is in the room in this moment but me and you. It’s been eight long days since I had your cock in my mouth, your seed coating the back of my throat. Give that to me, baby. Keep your eyes on me as I take you down.” Her thumb brushes the head of my dick currently pushing out of the waistband of my boxes and I shudder at the contact. Eight days doe
sn’t sound like long but when your woman looks like her and fucks like a porn star you miss every second you’re away from her.

  My chest is heaving with the ridiculous amount of control I’m having to exhibit. I want to throw her on that couch so bad and drill into her as she screams my name that I’m afraid I might do it. I know deep down I’ll hate myself after so I have to maintain some control.

  I reach around her waist and pull her sweater over head and toss it to the couch. Then I trace a light finger along the swell of her breasts.

  “I want to come right here. I want to mark you so everyone on the other side of that mirror knows you’re mine.”

  Her head falls back as she hisses, “Yes. Do it.”

  Planting her hand in the middle of my chest she shoves a little so I’m against the chesterfield as she tugs my boxer briefs down to my ankles and she commands, “Sit and spread your legs.”

  I do what she says allowing my knees to fall open as she kneels between them with a wicked look in her eyes.

  Chapter Twelve: Darcy

  Having his manhood in my tiny hands, the soft velvet feel of his skin is a turn on in and of itself. I tug and squeeze as a thick dribble of pre-come leaks out. Not one to waste, I softly swipe it with my tongue cleaning the head. A small groan sounds from above me so I shift my focus from the rock hard cock in my grasp to his eyes as I lower my lips over the fiery flesh and bob my head repeatedly taking a little more down each time until he hits the back of my throat. I swear there’s an electric current running through his eyes as he studies my every movement. His hands stroke my hair and glide down my jaw and drop back to his lap. I withdraw my mouth and flick my tongue along the underside of the head knowing how sensitive it is.

  With my other hand I reach back up and under to grasp his whole sack in my hand with a light squeeze. His hips thrust forward so I swallow him again. His eyes are closed and he’s lost to the sensation. I slide down easily as my saliva coats the length of him and suck hard as I slide back up. I can feel his balls draw closer to his body with every stroke of my mouth so I dip down below and pull one into my mouth, running my tongue along the taut flesh as I jerk him off. His thigh muscles clench so tight I fear he’s going to snap. Feeling frisky, I test his reserve with a low hum and watch for a reaction. He doesn’t disappoint, his mouth drops open right before he shouts, “Oh, fuck, Darcy!” I switch my attention to the other one and repeat the process. This time he chants, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”