Good Times

by Kate, Jiffy

  “It doesn’t?” I ask, my heart starting to pound in my chest. “Why not?”

  Biting down on her lip, she grabs my shirt tighter. “See, I’ve kind of been waiting five years to be with you again. So, I feel like I’ve paid my dues. And unlike the first time we were together, which by the way, was one of the best nights of my life, maybe the best night, I’m older and wiser and I know what I want. This isn’t a rash decision or a mistake. We could never be a mistake.” Standing on her tiptoes, she nips at my jaw and then grazes her way to my earlobe, driving me insane as her teeth scrape against the sensitive skin. “I want you and I know you want me, so let’s not waste any more time.”

  “Your place,” I reply, using my free hand to cup her jaw and kiss her stupid. If I could fly us there or use some sort of teleportation device, I would. Instead, I pull away from her and take her hand, walking as fast as possible.

  When we make it to her front porch, we’re both a little breathless, partly from the brisk walk and partly from the kisses we’ve been stealing along the way. Jette fumbles with the key a few times, but finally manages to unlock the door. Once she opens it, I drop my shit in the foyer and take Jette’s bag from her, adding it to the pile.

  Next is her jacket and then we both kick off our shoes.

  Without another word, Jette offers me her hand and starts up the stairs. I’ve been up to her room several times since she moved in here, helping the furniture people with her bed, tucking her in, but this feels like uncharted territory.

  At the top of the steps, Jette turns and pushes me against the wall next to her bedroom door, devouring my mouth with hers. “I forgot how good it was to kiss you,” she whispers. “I think my mind shut it out in an effort to save me from years of disappointment because no one has ever measured up to you or this, the way I feel when we’re together.”

  Running my hands around her waist and down her ass, I lift her into my arms and carry her into her bedroom. “You ruined me for everyone else five fucking years ago,” I growl. “No one has ever come close, Jette… not even a little bit.”

  Once I’m standing at the edge of her bed, I lean forward, laying her down as I hover over her.

  “Remind me,” she whispers, her hands gripping the edge of my shirt and pulling it up. I help her out and yank it over my head, discarding it on the floor. When I look back down, she has her own shirt up and over her head and she’s working on the zipper of her skirt.

  I want to tell her to slow down or to let me, but there will be time for slow and patient later. Tonight, Jette and I both need something from each other. It might not be the most perfect moment or the best sex, but it will be what we need.

  Once she’s lying there in only her bra and panties, I take a second to just look at her.

  She’s still the same girl I fell in love with so long ago, but there’re also parts of her I’ve yet to get acquainted with. Her full hips and breasts, her waist that curves in at just the right place… that’s all part of the woman she’s become. Trailing a finger across her collarbone and between her breasts, I commit these new traits to memory. “You’re so beautiful,” I tell her, leaning down to taste the skin I was just touching. “So much more beautiful than I remember and I don’t even know how that’s possible.”

  “Finn,” she moans, her hands raking through my hair, holding me to her.

  “Let me taste you, Jette.” Nudging the waist of her panties with my nose, I kneel before her and kiss a path down her center, inhaling her through the thin, silky fabric. Her fingers wrap around strands of my hair and when she pulls slightly, it only spurs me on, making my cock strain against the fabric of my jeans.

  Yeah, we’ll get there, but first, I’m going to make Jette remember.

  Chapter Twenty

  Georgette

  Oh. My. God.

  The feel of Finley’s mouth is so much better than I remembered. Granted, the one and only time he went down on me was a first for both of us, and although it felt amazing, we both knew it would only get better with time and practice. I don’t want to focus on why his skills have improved—it’s obvious he hasn’t been a monk while I was in New York—but I’m woman enough to appreciate the difference five years have brought him.

  One thing that won’t be very different from our first time together is how quickly he makes me come. I’ve been a quaking, horny mess all night thanks to him. Watching Finn perform is foreplay for me and it’s not only because of how his mouth and fingers work his sax or how his hips and ass instinctually groove to the beat, but it’s also the passion he emanates. He plays like he makes love and I’m more than ready to reap the benefits.

  A few more flicks of Finn’s tongue coupled with the pressure of his finger on my g-spot has me screaming his name in no time.

  “Pants off. Now,” I gasp out, still reeling from my orgasm.

  He chuckles while rising to his feet, already undoing his jeans. “Your wish, my command.”

  The moment his cock springs out from its confines, my mouth begins to water. I’ve never really stopped to appreciate a penis before but I can’t help myself as I stare at Finley’s. It’s so hard, it’s throbbing and when Finn wipes my moisture from his mouth then rubs it on the head, I can’t help but whimper.

  I’ve never been this turned on. Or needy. But, that’s what I am. I need him. I need him inside me, and I need it now.

  Sitting up, I try to grab for him but he pulls back, a worried look covering his face.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I wasn’t expecting tonight to happen,” he says, running a hand down his face and then back up into his hair. That damn forearm on display in the dim light of my bedroom. “I don’t have a condom. Do you?”

  Condom.

  I feel a smile stretch across my lips. Leave it to Finn to always be the responsible, thoughtful one. But I don’t want that, I don’t want anything between us. So I tell him.

  “I don’t have any, but it doesn’t matter because I don’t want to use one. I want to feel all of you. You know I’ve been on the pill for years and I promise I haven’t been with Trevor in months, even way before I moved here. And no one before him… except you.”

  There’s a shift on Finley’s face, a growing intensity.

  His throat bobs when he swallows as he processes my words.

  “Months?” he asks.

  I only nod, swallowing down the tightness in my throat as my eyes rove his body, taking inventory of every new muscle, the broadness of his shoulders in contrast to the narrowness of his hips… grown-up Finley is perfection. And knowing him, he’s now contemplating the idea that it’s been so long since I’ve been with Trevor and equal parts happy and pissed. Happy it’s been months, but pissed my needs haven’t been taken care of in so long.

  “Finley.” My voice brings him out of his thoughts and he looks at me. “I want you. Please, make love to me.”

  As my words register, he slowly crawls back over me, kissing me until my toes curl into the bed. Settling between my thighs, his tongue enters my mouth. When he reaches between us, his fingers sliding along my sensitive flesh with ease, he groans so deeply I feel the vibrations against my chest. “You’re so fucking wet. I’m afraid I won’t last long.”

  “I’m not worried about that,” I tell him, my words coming out in pants. “We have a lifetime of this ahead of us.” Not to count my chickens before they hatch or anything, but this is it. Finley is it for me and all I’ll ever want. What I don’t tell him is that I’m so turned on right now, I’ll probably orgasm as soon as he enters me.

  When he pulls back to look at me, his smile is glorious and it tells me we’re on the same page, as usual. With our eyes locked, I feel his tip push inside and I hold my breath, trying to remain patient.

  Gripping onto the blanket at my sides, I’m so close to telling him to fuck me. Not slow, not patient, just take what he wants and give me what I want. I appreciate him wanting to take his time, though, especially now that I’m registering the s
ize of him.

  Holy hell.

  He’s bigger than I remembered.

  My body stretches around him, welcoming his intrusion, and when our hips are flush together, I sigh in relief. I’m full and complete and even without moving, it feels perfect.

  And, then he moves.

  Every push and pull is exquisite and my body is on fire, lit from within, and so close to detonating. I run my hands down his back, relishing the feel of his muscles tensing and relaxing in response to his thrusts. When I reach his ass, I grab onto it, encouraging Finley to push harder as I bring my knees closer to my chest, giving him room to thrust deeper.

  Harder.

  Oh, God.

  “Fuck, Jette,” Finley breathes out, his voice broken. “God, you… you feel amazing. I can’t… I’m so close.”

  For the second time tonight, a bead of Finley’s sweat drips onto my skin. He’s so primal and raw in this moment—just like when he performs—but this time, his passion is only for me.

  “Yes, Finn… yes… please don’t hold back.”

  He buries his head in the crook of my neck and pounds into me. It’s relentless and perfect and too soon, my orgasm explodes throughout my body, causing me to cry out as I spasm around him. Finley soon follows, his body going rigid as he spills inside of me, my name a whisper on his lips.

  I can tell he’s trying not to crush me with his whole weight but I want it. I’m desperate to be this close to him, even more so after what we just shared.

  “Don’t you dare move yet,” I tell him, causing him to snicker.

  “Woman, I don’t think I could move if I wanted to.”

  He looks at me with eyes so tender and I want to cry at how beautiful he is, how special this moment is. I can feel the unexpected tears building and I don’t try to stop them when they spill over, running down my cheeks and into my hair.

  “Baby,” Finley whispers. “Why are you crying? Are you hurt?”

  “No.” Shaking my head slightly only causes more tears to slide down my skin. “I’m perfect and you’re perfect and we’re finally together again. It’s overwhelming in the best kind of way.”

  He kisses me before rolling onto his back and pulling me into his chest.

  “This is just the beginning,” he says, kissing the top of my head. “Promise.”

  Unlike yesterday, when I wake up this morning, it’s not the coffee that wakes me up, it’s the warm, heavy arms of Finley.

  Also, I realize I passed out and didn’t set up the timer on my coffee pot or set an alarm.

  I’m blaming that on the fantastic orgasms Finley gave me. Not only did we have a round two, but at some point, in the wee hours of the morning, Finley woke me up with soft caresses, sliding into me from behind.

  It was slow and sensual and perfect.

  In another world, where I’m not the sole person responsible for opening and running a gallery, I would call in sick today, not from a physical illness, but pure exhaustion.

  The best kind of exhaustion.

  And so long overdue, in so many ways.

  Rolling over in Finn’s embrace, I gently brush my thumb over his cheek, soaking him up in the early morning light. As I glance over his shoulder at the alarm clock, I see it’s only six-thirty and I’m relieved I have plenty of time to get up and around.

  When I slip out of bed, Finn stirs, blinking slowly as he wakes. “Good morning.”

  His voice is like honey poured over coarse salt—sweet and gritty.

  “Good morning,” I reply with a slow smile. “How did you sleep?”

  “Best sleep ever,” Finn says, raising up on his elbow and looking behind him at the clock. “But not nearly enough.”

  “Thanks for that, by the way,” I tease, turning and walking into the bathroom. I hear the rustle of the sheets and then Finley’s behind me, wrapping his arms around my middle and pulling me into his chest.

  He’s naked.

  So am I.

  And this, feeling his skin against mine, just became my newest obsession.

  “Are you trying to say all those orgasms were my fault?” he asks, his voice husky in my ear and his breath warm against my neck.

  Swallowing down the rush of lust, I press into Finley’s growing length. “You’re really good at what you do.”

  Finn’s growl is his only response before he walks me forward toward the shower. Leaning around me, he turns the water on, waiting for it to heat as he nips at my neck, stirring up every hormone in my body. When the water is warm, he nudges me into the shower.

  First, we get dirty… again.

  Then, Finn takes his time washing my hair and every inch of my body. When he’s done, I take the soap and return the favor, savoring each moment with him as we reconnect on every level, even ones we’ve never been to before.

  After we get out and dry off, Finley slips on his jeans from last night and grabs a fresh t-shirt from his bag. I give him an extra toothbrush and we go about getting ready, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

  It feels like it.

  This morning had the potential to feel awkward and uncharted, but it just feels natural and right.

  Good.

  So, so good.

  “Here’s your coffee,” I tell Finn as he walks into the kitchen with his bag. “I thought we could stop by Neutral Grounds and grab some breakfast before I have to open the gallery.

  Finn chuckles. “CeCe is going to love this.”

  “What?”

  “You, me… walking in together.”

  I shrug. After my impromptu girls’ chat with CeCe and Avery yesterday morning, this won’t come as a surprise. They were trying to get me to ditch the gallery and drag Finley up to his apartment and make this thing official.

  Talk about some horny floozies.

  My cheeks still heat up at the memory of what they were suggesting. And God, do I love them even more than I already did.

  “What’s that blush for?” Finn asks as we make our way to the front door and he stops to grab his sax.

  “Nothing,” I tell him, checking to make sure I have everything I need for the day loaded in my bag. “They’re just a bunch of pervs. They were probably taking bets on how long it would take us to do the deed.”

  Finn chokes on a sip of coffee and rolls his eyes as he holds the door open for me and I slip under his arm. “Is that what y’all were talking about yesterday?”

  “Mmm-hmm,” I hum, locking the door and then looping my arm through his as we walk down the steps and onto the sidewalk. Glancing over at Avery and Shaw’s and then to CeCe and Shep’s. Both houses have lights on, but no one is out and about this morning.

  “And women always say guys are bad,” Finn mutters. “What exactly were you talking about?”

  “Oh,” I begin, keeping my tone casual. “You know, just seducing you and taking you upstairs and blowing... your mind.”

  I hear him choke again, but smirk and keep walking. It takes him a couple of blocks to recover.

  “I don’t think I can face them,” he admits, and now it’s my turn to chuckle.

  “Well, if you need some ammo, I have plenty of dirt on the two of them.” We pause at a corner and check the street before crossing. “I had to listen to more sexcapades than I care to admit.”

  Finn sighs. “I’m good, thanks.”

  Pausing, I pull him to a stop. “We’re good,” I tell him. “And that’s all that matters.”

  “You’re right,” he says, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear and cupping my cheek. “Fuck the rest of the world, right?”

  “Yeah, fuck ‘em,” I agree, my eyes trained on Finley’s full lips.

  He groans. “You can’t say that in public.” His voice is low and gravelly, a warning that shoots straight to my core. “That sweet, perfect mouth uttering a dirty word is liable to be my undoing.”

  Closing my eyes, I inhale, trying to center myself.

  How is it possible that we’ve spent the better part of the last ten hours s
crewing each other’s brains out and I’m still burning with desire for this man?

  Finn’s mouth melds into mine and I lean into the kiss, hoping the fire never dies.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Finley

  “Thanks, man,” I tell the guy who just tossed some dollar bills into my sax case.

  Honestly, I wasn’t expecting to make any money today. I assumed people would be too hungover to be out and about just yet but I was wrong. There are people all over the Quarter and they’re extremely generous, for which I’m very thankful.

  Gotta love Mardi Gras.

  I was too antsy to stay at home. My studio work has slowed down this week and I’m not due to be at the club until much later, so I decided to come play Royal Street for a few hours. Really, though, I needed something to keep my mind off Jette. Since we’ve been together—really together—I’ve been insatiable. I feel like I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t see her, touch her, or have some kind of contact with her. It’s weird to feel this way because I’ve never been a clingy guy and I’d never want to get on her nerves but that’s how I feel.

  Thankfully, Jette feels the same. She texts or calls me almost every time I think of doing the same to her. I love that we haven’t lost our ability to be so in sync.

  I suppose it’s also good we have to be responsible adults and do our jobs throughout the day. Otherwise, we’d be fucking like bunnies. I have to remind myself that being apart during the day makes the nighttime even better.

  “You take requests?”

  Turning, I find Shep walking toward me with two coffees in his hand. When he’s close enough, I eagerly reach for one before giving him our usual one-arm man-hug.

  “So, about that request…” he starts.

  “Dude, if you ask me to play Led Zeppelin, I’m walking away.”