Burn It Down (The Burn Series Book 2)

by Dee Ellis

  “You love it and you know it.” I shot as I opened the brand new mattress and box spring. Regan spared no expense on the massive bed, and I liked it right away.

  “Yeah, maybe I do. Feels good to be needed.”

  I didn’t know what that was like so I went quiet. My family didn’t know how to function the way Cage’s did. Shit, we barely functioned at all. Cage, and the Coopers, were the only family I really knew.

  “I bet it does. Hey man, I hate to keep having bromance moments,” I sighed as we moved the massive wood platform bed into place, “are we okay, though? Like okay because Charli and Gigi want us to be? Or okay because we’re really okay?” Though he had apologized for getting between Gigi and I, we'd never truly hashed it out.

  “Finn. We’re good, man. I made it impossible for you to do shit right with Gigi. If I had known you cared about Gigi…that the randoms were your way of trying to get her out of your system, I would have handled it different. Fuck, man I would have stopped you. You’re a good man, Finn. Like my fucking brother. I should have known if you took the risk with Gigi she meant something to you. I’m the one who should be asking if we’re okay. I cost you so much.” Shit, the Coopers were good at making me feel shit. How do they do that?

  “We’re good. I thought I would lose her once you found out. I never wanted to betray you, Cage, but it was never really about you. Maybe at first. Really, if you were done with me and I still had Gigi, it would be enough for me.” I couldn’t tell him I was in love with her, but that was pretty fucking close.

  “I would hope that’s what you would say, to be honest. You think you two might work things out? Clearly you couldn’t stay away when I did everything to keep you apart. Now you’re ten feet away from her.” Cage offered a smirk as we settled the box spring then mattress on Gigi’s new bed.

  “I sure as shit hope so, man. If I were a better man, I might stay away. Man, I just...I can’t. Unless she wants me to. Right now, I want her to figure out if she wants me for the right reasons. I don’t think I was a way to explore the forbidden but if so...I have to be okay with that.” Cage shot me a look, one like he was impressed, and I felt a little flicker of pride.

  Cage was always the leader of the two of us, ever since we were kids. I had my own mind, don’t get me wrong. But if Cage said we should do it, I did it. When we stole my brother’s car in eighth grade, it was because Cage said he thought we could get away with it. We did. Abel never had a clue.

  When he joined the department, I did too. Even though I was terrified and had no desire to risk my life for someone else. I screwed up a lot, and Cage was always there to get me through the shit. Now, I loved it and I was damn good at it. For him to think I was a good man, after so many mistakes, far meant a lot to me.

  Later that night we had Gigi almost completely unpacked and her bedroom set up. I doubted the manly leather furniture that filled the place would stay long. One visit from Regan and the place would get a makeover, I had no doubts. What would stay was the wide wall of photos.

  I took a moment and looked them over. I could remember so many of those moments. Cage joining the department, his pop looking on proudly in the background. The four kids at the lake when they were teens. Some of the photos, I was in.

  Cage and I after a football game in high school. The day we joined ladder 71. The day we moved into this condo. That one was all of us. Me, Cage, and the girls. I had Gigi wrapped up in my arms and the girls were dirty from painting both our places. I looked down at Gigi like she hung the fucking moon. How had no one seen that? I almost laughed because it was so obvious.

  Suddenly, I felt her. Gigi was pressed close behind me and my eyes fluttered closed. I could smell her cherry scent and I wanted to taste her. I jumped when I felt her hand on my skin, shoving beneath my Henley top.

  “I love that photo. We were all so happy, yeah? Look at you and me. How did no one see that, Finn? Mmm, you smell so fucking good.” Jesus Christ, Gigi Cooper might be the death of me.

  “Gigi…behave. You smell delicious too, though. Like cherries. Makes me want to taste your cherry.”

  Gigi’s little hand had been shoving over my chest, tracing the tattoos she knew by heart. Suddenly, it shoved down, cupping my cock through my sweats.

  “Tell me to behave then talk about my pussy like that?” I growled as she stroked me roughly.

  “Shit, I hate when you say pussy,” I was a liar and we both knew it, “makes me hungry for yours. Why you being so naughty? You want me to break that bed in right now? You know I don’t mind an audience. You need me to remind you how to behave for me?” Gigi rubbed against my side, her face in my neck as she answered.

  “I do need to break it in. Since my pussy’s locked up only one person can help me with that, yeah? Have to wait, though, master,” Fuck, I loved when she talked like that, her voice rough and gravelly, “we are expected at dinner soon. Harper and Stella insisted. Have to keep him locked up awhile longer.” I groaned when her teeth sunk into my neck, her hand gripping my rock-hard cock teasingly.

  “Fuck, Gigi. I want you so fucking bad. Been teasing me all day. Shaking this ass,” I gripped a huge handful of her plump ass, “for me. Sending me dirty texts you know get me hard. You plan to take care of me tonight?” I was asking too much; we weren’t together now, but I knew we would always have this want, this fiery need for each other.

  Once Gigi let me have her, there was no stopping it. I couldn’t be near her and not want her. Not just to fuck her, although I basically always wanted that. I just wanted to touch her. Breath her sweet sent into my lungs. Feel her skin beneath my fingertips. Taste her sweet mouth and feel her pulse thrum for me.

  I loved the noises she made when we kissed, when I slid my tongue into her mouth and claimed it. Went straight to my cock. Standing there, feeling her, I knew she wanted me. Was it enough? Things had changed. When she first called me this week, I knew it was different this time.

  I wanted her more than she wanted me. Last time, it had been different. Gigi had wanted me since she was too young for me to entertain the idea. For years, she waited for me and wanted me the entire time. Then, she got to have me.

  I wanted her too, of course. Now that I’d had her, the power shifted. I may play dominant with her, threatening to punish her for being naughty--which I intended to, fully. Truth was she held all the power and I don’t think she knew it.

  “Mmm, I might. After you take care of me.” Gigi yanked at the hand not groping her ass, and before I knew what she was doing, she plunged it inside her leggings.

  “God damn,” Her pussy was bare and soaked, and I dove right in, “Fuck, Sweet Girl. I want to taste you so bad. Don’t make a fucking sound.” I yanked at her ass, pulling her flush against my side. At the same time, the hand between her legs went to work.

  My fingers spread her and she bit at her lip, swallowing her moan. The others were in the front room, talking and laughing and I kept an ear out for them coming down the hall. Gigi pressed her face into my neck; her teeth came out and I groaned.

  Her pussy was hot and wet and I circled her throbbing clit with my thumb. I started pumping the two fingers I had slid inside her. God damn, I missed this. Watching her lose control for me. Her skin flushed and her dual colored eyes got bright and hazy. So beautiful.

  “Feels so good to touch you again, Sweetheart. Pussy’s so tight, so fucking wet for me. Should I let you come? Or punish you for teasing me today?” I knew I would give her whatever she wanted, even if I pretended otherwise.

  “Now. Please. I missed you inside me. I missed you, Finn.” Gigi threw her head back and rocked her hips, and I lost it.

  I pinned her to the wall and dropped my head, sinking my tongue into her mouth. Gigi let out a whimper, but opened her mouth and kissed me back. Her fingers wove through my thick hair, tied into a tiny bun, tearing it loose. I loved to feel her comb her fingers through it. Used to go to bed with her doing that, my head in her lap.

  My fingers pumped faster,
deeper, curling to hit that spot that made her come for me. I knew they could walk in on us at any moment. This time, the idea of getting caught actually did make me hot.

  “I want to bury my cock in this pussy, Sweetheart. I don’t know how long I can stand going without it. Right now, I want to see you come. Feel your pussy get greedy for more. Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Come for me, Gigi. Let me hear it. Just for me.” Gigi bit into my neck again, whispering my name and clutching roughly at my hair.

  “Finn...yes, baby. Jesus Christ...I’m coming. Finn!” Her hot core tightened until I almost couldn’t pump my fingers into her, and she clawed at me, taking my mouth.

  Gigi kissed me with what felt like desperation. Like a dam breaking. As if tired of denying herself. Still my fingers pumped inside her, my thumb savagely stroking her swollen clit. I swallowed the scream she gave me before she settled against my chest.

  We were both breathing hard and I heard someone heading down the long hallway. Gigi watched me from hooded, hazy eyes as I pulled my hand from her pants. She let out a moan when I sucked my fingers into my mouth and licked her come from them. Fuck, she was sweet. I righted her clothes, shoved my dick down in my sweats, and kissed her nose.

  “So fucking sweet.” Then I moved, letting her cut Cage off before he found me with steel between my legs.

  After a quick visit to the restroom, where I had a pep talk with my dick that he’d get taken care of, I met up with the others. The girls were going shopping for food; apparently, Stella thought it was normal to have a cookout on the terrace in forty-degree weather.

  Cage and I cleaned up the boxes and mess the move had made. I was kind of sad to see him go, but the tradeoff was worth it. Besides, he was never going to stay here long; Cage was always looking to find his Charli.

  “Charli coming for dinner, bro-tato-chip?” I asked as we headed downstairs. Cage nodded with a smirk, pounding once at Davis’ door.

  “Yeah, Red’s picking her up from the library. I am not allowed there for a while. Sara says I distract Charli from her duties. Might be because she caught us in the periodicals again. It was innocent, though. I mean, when she caught us, it was anyway.” We laughed and I shook my head, wondering if I sounded as gone over Gigi as he did over Charli.

  “What’s up, Davis? Your wife has us on grill duties again, my man. Chance of flurries and your snow bunny wants a cook out.” Davis seemed unbothered by the idea, as he was used to Stella’s demands.

  Davis Hill was a stock broker; his wife Stella was his secretary. Apparently, their story was like one of those trashy novels my woman reads. Davis was cool and collected, but friendly. Stella was bubbly and outgoing and never met a stranger. They were the first couple in the condo after it was built just a few years ago.

  Harper and Diego Rodriguez moved in after, and the girls had been thick as thieves ever since. Harper was an architect and Diego ran a construction company. They made a good team and hoped to start their own empire someday. I liked both couples and was looking forward to Gigi and I hanging out with them more.

  “Stella loves the winter; I am not surprised. Your sister all moved in?” Davis asked as he passed Harper and Diego’s door, kicking it once.

  “Hey, fellas. Guess the ladies got dinner on the patio planned again?” Diego spoke clear and fast, smiling at us after he threw his door open.

  “Yeah, Gigi’s all set up. I give it two weeks before she and my sisters overhaul the whole place, though. Yeah, Harper said dinner on the patio, so the girls went to get the goods and we’re to set it up for everyone.” Cage explained as we all headed down the hall and out to the back.

  We got to work setting up the table and clearing the stone paths of leaves and brush. I lit all the strung up blinking lights as it got darker. The sun was still clinging in the sky and the air was crisp. You could smell snow in the air. Any day now this courtyard would be covered in white. Made sense we make the best of it while we could.

  I got the bar ready, mixing some drinks while Davis got the grill fired up. The four of us caught up, bullshitting about work nonsense. Diego explained ideas for adding a pond and redoing some of the retaining walls in the back. Dude talk, basically.

  Then, I watched each guy change as the gate opened. First Davis, who set his beer down as his face lit up. Then Diego and Cage. Both straightened up and broke into wide smiles. The girls came walking in, hands full of groceries that we rushed to help with.

  I got a moment to survey my woman and wondered if the change in me was as obvious as it was in them. I didn’t doubt it. I could still taste her, smell her sweet cherry scent. When Gigi saw me, her face lit up, and that shit hit me right in the chest. Fuck, I loved her.

  “We are back. Steaks and shrimp and plenty of salads and drinks. Honey,” Stella crossed the yard towards her husband, “oh, you keeper you. Got the grill ready to go. This is why I love you.” As we watched, she caught his chin in her hand and placed a big kiss on his lips. Davis looked at her like a smitten idiot when she lifted away.

  “Certainly hope that’s not the only reason.” Davis swatted at her backside and she let out a yelp. Ahh, love.

  “Finn, you want to be in charge of drinks?” Harper offered, but we both knew it was a statement, not a question.

  “Sure thing, boss.” I winked at from behind the bar, readying whatever drinks the girls called out.

  “I want an orgasm.” Once again, I felt her before I knew she was there; Gigi pressed close behind me, murmuring this taunt in my ear.

  “Think I gave you one earlier, Sweetheart.” I shot back, laughing when she bit gently at my neck.

  “I like this. I can say or do whatever I want to you, because they know.”

  I liked it too, if I was being honest. Everyone knew. We weren’t together; me fingering her to orgasm didn’t fool me otherwise. Didn't matter if we were. We didn’t have to hide how we felt now.

  “Mmm, me too. Think you might like living on your own?” We had talked about it a few times because I knew she hated living in the dorms.

  Once, I had almost asked her to move in with me. I had already given her the key and she was there almost every night anyway. I liked having her in my space.

  Liked having her tiny panties mixed in with my sweats and CFD gear. I liked her perfumes and lotions spread out on my counter top. I was pleased when Gigi took up space in my place. It was one of the things I didn’t expect to like. I also didn’t expect to miss it once I lost it.

  “I don’t know. Never been on my own. Always me and the Coopers and about a thousand-other people,” We laughed as I mixed a drink for her and Charli, “then always Bree. I think I might like distancing myself from Bree, though. Things are...different there.” I frowned at this. Bree had been around for a while, but she never felt right to me.

  “Why didn’t you tell me, Gigi?” Stupid question; for weeks Gigi had been trying to stay away from me. Why would she share anything with me?

  “Didn’t really know for sure till the other day. I’m not entirely sure what it is, anyway. Might be fleeting. Might be for good. Mmm, this is so good. You could be a bartender.” Gigi gave a playful swat at my ass and I growled down at her.

  “Keep it up, Sweetheart. Just begging to be punished, aren’t you?” Gigi lifted a brow and licked her lips, and I swatted her ass back.

  “Finn, can we get a few beers and maybe some wine?” Stella called as she, Charli and Harper set up the table.

  “Absolutely, Stells. Gigi,” I turned to find Gigi opening the wine for me already, “thank you. We make a good team, yeah?” I swatted her ass again, lifting a handful of it, and she nodded, her eyes flashing.

  “Mmm perhaps we do, Finn.” Gigi was giving that sexy smirk, and I was a happy man.

  We carried the drinks over and handed them out before I began turning on the heaters Cage and I had installed. The six heaters lined the perimeter of the patio, and with all of them going, you could barely tell it was November.

  The flames crackled and the
crisp air made the night feel very fall and less winter. Soon enough, the girls had the table covered in salads and veggies and I realized I was starving. Once Davis finished grilling the steaks and shrimps, we brought it all over and the eight of us sat down for a meal.

  Two hours later, I didn’t think my night could get better. We had gone through four bottles of wine, and Gigi was starting on the fifth. The table was littered with wine and beer bottles and remains of the delicious food. I sat next to Gigi, my hand at her thigh the entire time.

  When I had a few beers in me and they cracked that third bottle, my hand moved to cup her pussy. Because I wanted to. Gigi shifted just so, and I growled because I could feel how wet she was.

  The entire night, I had been able to joke and laugh with her and not pretend. By then I was more drunk on her than bud light. Cage and I laughed and it felt like no strain had ever happened. The girls all seemed to be welcoming my woman into the fold, and I was happy for that.

  When Gigi let her hand fall beneath the table, I didn’t even realize her intentions. Until her little hand yanked once, untying the drawstring on my sweats.

  Then her hand was wrapped around my cock, and I don’t know how I carried on conversation. For at least fifteen minutes, she stroked me slowly. While we chatted with her new besties and her brother. Maybe that’s why I didn’t come in her hand.

  I was doing my best to control myself. When her thumb swiped over the tip, spreading precum over the head, I cupped her pussy roughly in my hand. Pinched the swollen lips together, knowing her clit would love the friction. Gigi shot me a look full of want. Without words, I nodded towards my balcony. I gave another squeeze at her sex and then excused myself.

  Gigi knew the routine. We had done this before. I would leave, then come back out. She would leave, and no one would notice me slipping back out. Ten minutes later, we were both on my balcony, which allowed us to look over the courtyard.

  They could not see us, though. I was on her the minute I stepped out onto the balcony, lifting her against me and claiming her mouth. I didn’t know what we were, and right then, I didn’t care. I had to taste her. Had to feel her skin against mine again.