by KT Fisher
“Finley.” I sigh, and his intense eyes look me up and down, resting on my face. Shit he looks hot. He’s all blacked out, black jeans, shirt, Timberland boots and matching black hoody. He looks dangerous and an immediate sexual fog develops between us and I have to fight with myself to not act on it.
“I couldn’t leave you alone anymore.” He frowns, stepping inside and grabbing me into a tight embrace. I hear the door slam behind him but I don’t see anything as my head is buried on his shoulder. “You mad?”
I laugh breaking away from him. “Do you really think I’d hug you if I were mad?”
Finley shrugs and then he notices what I’m wearing. “Why do you look hot in those?”
I frown looking down at myself. Is he insane? “No I don’t.”
Finley nods, and the way he’s looking at me has a feeling stirring up in my head, but we need to talk and not fuck right now. “Why are you here?”
I turn and walk towards the sofa, I hear Finley following, but he doesn’t speak. When I sit down, and look up at him, he’s walking almost zombie like. “Fin?”
He blinks, snapping himself out from any daze he was just in. “What?”
“I asked why you are here.”
He scratches the back of his head. “Sorry, your arse kinda hypnotised me.”
“Finley.” I scold, although it does make me feel good.
“Sorry,” His face scrunches as if he’s in pain. “It’s just, I haven’t seen you for a bit and you know how you affect me when I haven’t been around you and your arse in those shorts just got me.”
I shuffle in my seat, ignoring my body trying to call out to him. “So you only came here to get sex?”
His eyes widen. “No!” He panics, coming to sit next to me. “I mean, I’ve missed everything about you, including sex. I’m not going to lie to you, but I’m here to talk.”
“About?” I ask, secretly enjoying having him squirm.
Finley finally sits down and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He releases a really big sigh before he begins. “Look, I didn’t cheat.”
“I already know that Finley.” I jump in and he stares at me, his eyes wide. “You didn’t know that?”
“Well, Liam told me you did but, I didn’t believe him.” He admits.
“And you believe me now?” I smile at him and he nods.
“I’m so fucking sorry you’re being dragged into this Ry,” He growls, his voice full of anger. “I don’t know if you’ve been reading online about it, but her name is Sky and we were friends. I met her a few years back, when I lived in New York for a little while. We quickly moved to friends with benefits but I never lead her to think it was something more. She knew I was sleeping with other women and I knew she was with other guys but there’s never been anything there between us.” Finley takes a break to sigh, running his hands through his hair. “This is where it gets fucking hard.”
I watch him and Finley looks nervous. In fact, he actually looks terrified. “You’re scaring me.”
“When I came to visit you in New York, when you were performing in the charity concert.”
“Little Stars.” I nod, trying to act calm but I’m really freaking out right now.
“Well when you went home, I stayed and went to a party.” Finley continues and dread fills me. Finley covers his face with his hands. “Sky was there.”
I suddenly feel so sick and I begin to shake. “And you fucked her.” I fill in the black. I know we weren’t together then and that he hasn’t cheated, but it’s still hurt me.
“No.” Finley shakes his head. “We went back to my hotel room, and she wanted to suck my cock, she unfastened my jeans and was about to, when I couldn’t.” I watch him closely as he talks, still shaking. “My dick wasn’t even hard until I thought of you, that’s how fucked up it is. I was still being old Finley, the player and I was starting to see you were different than the rest. I don’t know if I was scared or some other shit, but I stopped her and kicked her out. I rang a taxi, packed my crap and flew home that night.”
“I don’t know what to do.” I admit, trying to keep my tears away.
“I’ve been feeling guilty as fuck since I got back.”
“Wait, you were weird in the studio the next day. Is that why?” I ask, remembering his odd behaviour.
Finley shrugs. “I don’t know, but I wanted to tell you the truth. She’s tried calling me since but I’ve ignored her every single time and I think that’s why she’s done this.”
“And because of me.” I add. “She’s jealous.”
We sit in silence as I think through what he’s just told me.
“Have I fucked it up Ry?” Finley eventually asks.
“It just hurts because when I think back to then, I thought you were there for me.” I confide.
“I was.” Finley nods. “But I was still thinking with only my dick back then, the longer I got to know you the more you changed me.”
“Honestly Fin, it still hurts.” I sigh. “But, I can’t believe she took photos of you two.”
“I know.” Finley growls. “I ain’t ever talking to that bitch again.”
I’ll admit that hearing those words makes me very happy.
“Shit Riley, this is killing me.” He moans. “I want you to be mine, I fucked up but when I got back from New York I knew that I had to have you and I wasn’t going to risk you for anyone. I had sex with a chick a couple of days before I met you and that’s it.”
“You haven’t done anything wrong Fin, we weren’t together but it does hurt me a bit because I thought you were romancing me, showing up and taking me out. I enjoyed those nights and even though I was trying to keep my distance from you, you were trying. Now when I look back, I’m just going to think of Sky.”
“Fuck.” Finley shouts.
“But,” I interrupt him. “We weren’t together and I was fighting you off every time so I’m not going to be mad.”
“What?” Finley’s eyes widen.
“It’s going to take some time to not get hurt when I hear her name or think about the photos, but I’m not mad at you Finley.”
“You shittin’ me?” He asks, and I have to laugh.
“No.” I giggle.
“You still my girl?” He asks, and the raw look in his eyes has me wanting to jump in his arms.
“I’m yours.” I grin over at him and Finley is at my side immediately.
“Thank you.” He grips onto my head and pulls me close, looking down at my lips, almost asking for permission to kiss me. So I lean closer, gently pressing my mouth over his and as soon as he gets his confirmation, he crushes against me, pushing me down onto the sofa. His lips control me, and I feel as though I’ve returned home.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you!” He growls, pulling me closer to him. I cling on to Finley, not wanting to let him go.
“Take me to bed.” I demand, and with little effort, Finley lifts me and I wrap my arms and legs around him. I giggle as he carries me to my room and I’m expecting him to throw me down on the bed, but instead he wedges me against the wall, kissing me until I can’t breathe any longer.
Finley lets me go, and I slowly slide down his body, feeling his hard cock as my feet touch the ground. “Arms up.” He orders and when I lift them, he has my pyjama top over my head and my breasts fall free. “Fuck.” Finley growls hungrily and licks my nipples, my hands run through his hair as his tongue sends sensations running straight to my pussy.
“Finley.” I moan, needing him inside me now. I reach for his hooded jacket he’s wearing and urge him to take it off, and as soon as he does, he teases my nipples. “Now your shirt.”
Finley chuckles and he breaks away from me, pulling his top over his head and I push him forward, removing my shorts so I’m now naked and waiting for him. Finley takes a step forward, but I hold a finger up. “Jeans and boots.” I point to him and watch as he removes the rest of his clothing and only when he’s naked is he allowed to join me on the bed.
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sp; He slowly opens my thighs, looking down between my legs and I blush. “You aren’t shy.”
“I am when you look at me like that.” I giggle.
Finley growls in approval, bending and licking along the slit of my pussy, digging his tongue in just enough that he flicks my clit and I gasp. “I want your cock.” I reach for him, but Finley shakes his head.
“I wanna make you feel good.” And he licks my clit again.
“Your cock will make me feel amazing.” I moan.
Finley laughs, licking me again and this time he does it slow and torturous. I moan out loud and beg him. “Finley!”
“Alright.” He crawls up me with a big grin. “My girl is cock hungry.”
“I am. Now give it to me.” I demand.
“Oh I will.” And he thrusts inside me, causing me to throw my head back and scream.
Chapter Twenty Seven
I’m one lucky bastard. I know that for certain. When I stepped inside Riley’s apartment last night, I really didn’t think I would end up waking up naked in her bed. I thought she would throw me out and never want anything to do with me again. She was right though, we weren’t together when I took Sky back to my hotel, but I still felt fucking guilty about it and I’m just glad it’s out now and I don’t have to keep it from her anymore.
I look down at Riley as she sleeps tucked into my shoulder and I relax, knowing that she’s still mine. I’m not surprised she’s tired, I kept her up last trying to get my fill of her. I only spent a couple nights apart from her but it was too long and I had to have her and taste her as much as I could. I was a starving man.
Riley begins to stir, so I flick her nipple and her eyes snap open.
“Morning beautiful.” I laugh.
“My body aches.” She grumbles. I don’t feel bad at all.
“The promo pictures we had done have been released today.” And her face brightens.
“Let’shave a look!” She scrambles up, leaning over me as she reaches for her phone. Her boobs are right in front of my face, and I have no choice but to suck on the closest one to me. Riley gasps, jumping back and lightly smacking me. “Fin!”
“They were in my face.” I laugh as she lays beside me in the bed.
She opens up Google and searches the photos. There’s already a lot of attention surrounding them. Riley then goes onto her Facebook, searches the music awards and shares the photos that they have on their page. “They look so good.”
I nod my agreement, but the only person I can see on the photos, is Riley. How can someone look so fucking sexy?
I open up my Facebook and share the photos too and immediately we both get notifications. Especially the black and white one of just me and Riley. I look at the photo feeling so fucking grateful she’s mine. I thought I fucking lost her for a while. The silence between us was killing me and I’m so glad I gave in and came over here.
I read through some of the comments.
‘So this means they are still together!’
‘You guys are so hot together’
‘Finley is a lucky man!’
‘The four of you look like a perfect band’
“Check my Instagram.” Riley smiles, blushing slightly and when I open it up, I go to her profile and right there at the top of her newsfeed, is a photo if the two of us. Not professionally taken, one that Riley took of us while we were staying over at her mums. I like the photo and turn to kiss her.
I take a couple of Snapchats of me and Finley, goofing around with filters. I make sure to grab a shirt and put it on beforehand, but you can still tell we’re in bed and I just know this will confirm to everyone that we’re together. Right now seems like the perfect time to tell everyone we’re a couple. Fuck you Sky.
The photo that I posted on Instagram is getting a lot of attention and to add more to our popular love story, I share another photo of Finley. While he’s busy in the shower, I take my opportunity and scroll through the secret pictures I have taken of him, I have a few of Finley sleeping and I know it’s kind of creepy but he looks so cute in them. I couldn’t help myself. I choose which one to share, with the caption, ‘Perfect’ and it begins to spread like crazy. When Finley gets out the shower, I’m still lying on the bed but when he looks at me, I can’t hide my smile.
“You’re up to something.” He points at me.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I little giggle escapes my mouth, so I close it tight.
He eyes he cautiously as he gets dresses, and I enjoy the view. It’s not long until he checks his phone and scrolls through Instagram. I know straight away when he’s spotted the photo of him sleeping because he looks at me with wide eyes. I run into the shower to hide.
When I’m showered and ready, Finley has gotten over his shock of the photo and I decide to give Cassie a text to let her know I’m ok and what’s happened between me and Finley. Just to put her mind at ease because I know she will be worrying about me, and I don’t want her to.
Within the hour, I see articles shared around Facebook about our snapchats and my Instagram posts, they all say that we seem to be ‘very much on’ and I laugh.
“I got rid of the slut room.” Finley announces as we eat breakfast.
“Huh?” I pause.
And Finley repeats himself. “I got a skip and emptied the slut room. It’s all gone.”
“You got rid of everything?” I ask. A little surprised that he did.
Finley nods. “Yeah, you turned your phone off and I called a 24 hour skip.”
“I thought you could use it as a wardrobe or something.” And I stare blankly at him. “What?”
“It doesn’t matter if that room is empty or not, I still hate it.” I frown. “You should sell it and move.”
“Because of the slut room?” He laughs, and then stops when he sees I’m not laughing.
“That and because your house feels cold.”
He thinks about this for a minute and slowly nods.
Chapter Twenty Eight
Although Marcus doesn’t deserve my kindness, I decide to pay him a visit and let him know that Jax has booked my flight with the band instead. I feel a little nervous as I get out from my car and make my way towards the front door. I wave hi to Jackie, the quiet receptionist as I pass her. I’ve always felt bad for her, knowing what type of boss Marcus can be. I think through what I’m going to say as I approach his door, and knock.
“Come in.” Marcus rasps.
I open the door and cautiously step inside. You never know what type of mood Marcus will be in. “Good morning.”
“Sit down Riley.” He orders and my attitude darkens. Great, he’s in a shitty mood today.
He has his head down, back hunched over as he writes something down. I’ve always hated being in here, it seems dark and grubby. I’m always eager to escape as soon as I close the door behind me.
“Hi Marcus.” I greet as I sit down on the chair in front of his desk. He doesn’t even look up at me as he answers.
“One second.” He grumbles and my patience with him is already stretching thin.
I cross my arms over my chest and wait, looking around at the achievements he has pinned on the wall. All of them happened because of me. I’ve been thinking more and more just lately of how much I want rid of Marcus, but I’m worried how he will take the news.
Eventually, he stops whatever he’s doing and looks up at me. I made sure that my outfit for today wasn’t revealing in anyway, but Marcus still has a way of making me feel uncomfortable with the way his eyes linger. “I already know why you’re here Riley.”
“Really?” And Marcus nods.
“You want to drop me and move onto your boyfriend’s label.” He sneers. “And thanks for the heads up about the ex, not that it matters, your sales boosted that day.”
I hold myself from rolling my eyes. “I’ve come here to let you know D Records have arranged for me to fly out with them instead of the ticket you booked for me.”
Marcus stares at m
e, twiddling his thumbs. “My ticket not good enough for you?”
“What?” I almost laugh.
“Suddenly, because you’ve been spreading your legs for the child of rock royalty, anything I give you is worthless.” He spits and I’m left horrified. “You will board the plane I booked for you and you can tell Jax Parker that I own you, not him.”
I lean forward on my chair. “Nobody owns me Marcus, so don’t you dare think that you do!” I scowl. “How dare you talk to me like that!”
Marcus suddenly stands and I quickly sense danger. I go to stand but Marcus is in front of me and places his calloused hand on my shoulder. “I will talk and treat you however I damn well please.”
I shove his hand off me and try to seem like I’m not alarmed by how close he’s standing to me. “No you won’t Marcus,” I stand up now and take a step back because I want to create some distance between us. I stand tall as I continue. “I will travel with Lunacy and yes, you’re right. I was thinking of leaving you for D Records, but after what you just fucking said to me, I will be moving.”
I go to turn around and leave the office, but Marcus grabs a hold of me with a tight grip to my arm. “You will be staying with me.”
As scared as I’m starting to feel with Marcus now holding onto me. I laugh. “No I won’t, I will be telling everyone how sleazy you are and nobody will want you to manage them again.”
His face turns red and he tries to pull me against him, but I’m able to pull back enough to keep space between us. “I made you what you are!” He roars loudly, so much so that he’s fucking hurt my eardrums.
I shake my head. “No, you signed up to be my manager and although you booked me my first gigs, it’s my voice that got me where I am and Lunacy helped me get to where I am today, not you. It’s their record label that’s been looking out for me recently and that’s only because Jax is worried about me.”
“Fucking him as well as Finley?” He sniggers and I can’t help but slap him clean across the face. I look at my hand as it burns and back to Marcus again. I can see where my hand landed and he charges toward me, grabbing my other arm and slamming me against the wall.
