Finn's Shot (Eden's Odyssey Book 1) (12 page)

“Your parents hate me. I know
how much you love them. How close you are. They hate me, and I can’t do
anything about it. I know that means you won’t want me anymore and I can’t
stand it. I tried really hard.” I sob out the last word, unable to control my
emotions anymore.

“They don’t hate you.”

“Yeah, they do. They wouldn’t
talk to me at all. I tried. I tried everything and they wouldn’t even look me
in the eye.”

He props himself on his elbow.
I turn my head to see his face. His brow furrows as he looks down at me.

“What about my sisters?” His
voice is deeper, more serious suddenly.

“They were sweet. They tried
to make up for how awkward it was. It was obvious. It made me feel guilty that
they didn’t get to talk to you as much, because they were trying to make things
okay for me.”

“What did my parents say to
you?” his voice drops an octave and I recognize the tone from our last big
fight.

“Nothing. They spoke maybe
five or six sentences the entire night. I tried to engage them in conversation,
but all I got were one word answers or they flat out ignored me on some. I’m
sorry. I tried,” I sob, unable to hold back my feelings.

My crying is out of control.
I’m borderline hysterical when he pulls my shoulder to roll me to my back.

“Hey, look at me,” he
commands as his hand cups my jaw.

I turn watery eyes to him.

“I don’t know what happened
with my parents, but this isn’t the first time they were assholes to a date of
mine. I’ll get to the bottom of it tomorrow, okay? Don’t worry. I don’t care if
they don’t like you. They don’t get to dictate that for me. If they did, Mary
Jane Dickerson, who grew up three houses down from me, who by the way, ended up
being the town slut, would be my wife. I never liked Mary Jane, ever, but they
loved her. They tried more than once to set us up. So they don’t get to make
those choices for me. We’ll see how things go tomorrow when we’re with them,
and if it’s not better, I’ll have a talk with them.”

“Oh, no.” I shake my head
like a little kid declining spinach at dinner. “I’m not going with you
tomorrow. Your sisters won’t get any of your attention, because they’ll be
trying to cover for your parents and things will feel awkward. I can’t do it.
You go ahead and spend the time with them. I’ll just see you when they leave.”

“I go back on the road for a
week the day they leave.” His voice rises, his anger is evident.

“I know, but me taking your
time from them won’t make things any better, and I don’t want to be crying in
the bathroom in the middle of all of it. It’s okay. Please spend the time with
them.”

“Fine. I won’t push you to join
me, but I will be at your place when they go back to the hotel. I’m not
spending nights away from you when I’m not on the road. Okay?”

I nod and sniffle feeling a
little better for now. I’m nervous about how that conversation is going to go
tomorrow. What if they convince him I’m not good enough for him or I’m a
horrible person? I never had to deal with parents before. James’ parents died
when he was young, and I never made it to that stage with the other guy I dated.

Turning back to my side I
close my eyes and breathe deep in an attempt to relax. Soft lips brush my
cheek.

“You were worried you’d lose
me?” his gruff voice asks.

“Yes, I’m so happy with you.
I thought for sure that was the kiss of death for me. I’m still not one hundred
percent it’s not, but at least for tonight it’s okay.”

A trail of his sweet kisses moves
along my jawline and down my neck, his beard is ticklish causing me to giggle
and squirm a little. I feel a little lighter after our conversation. Maybe it
will be okay.

He stops what he’s doing and
flops his head on his pillow as he blurts out, “I’m going to kill my parents.
They can be such assholes.” And just like that my gut clenches. Nothing good
ever comes from being the girlfriend who divides a family.

My parents being assholes to
my girlfriend is not a new development. I had a similar situation with the one
girl I dated since my engagement ended, and it didn’t end well, so I can
understand why Darcy is so upset. I never told her about it completely, because
I didn’t want to scare her. In fact, I was hoping that they just didn’t like
Cami, but it appears they are equal opportunity assholes to anyone I date.

Now, I need to spend the next
couple of hours cheering Darcy back up. Not that it’s a problem. I always enjoy
getting physical with her, but the tears lingering in her eyes and the occasional
sniffle pisses me off. Knowing my parents caused that makes me crazy.

I nibble my way down her neck
taking note of the happy sounds that sneak out of her throat as I do. By now I
know all of her special locations for optimum excitement, but I still like to try
new areas, hoping to discover something I haven’t before. She’s such a
responsive lover.

“Take off your pajamas, baby.
I need to see all of you.”

My second favorite part of
sex with her is her high level of compliance. She rips off her top and shuffles
out of her bottoms. Apparently she was commando under them. That knowledge
sends the blood from all other parts of my body straight to my dick.

“Slide your hands over your
tits, slow, down over your belly and into your sweet cunt. I want your fingers
working your clit while I suck on those perfect rosy nipples.”

As soon as her fingers make
contact, her back arches and she lets out the most delicious moan.

“That’s it, honey. I want to
hear how it feels with my lips wrapped around you.”

I flick her tips with my
tongue and draw one into my mouth with my teeth lightly. She loves when I use
my teeth. In fact, she likes it rougher than anyone else I’ve been with. Her
legs are restless beneath me, so I trap one with mine and hold her down. She
whines, “Finn…”

“Give me your fingers,” I demand.

She lifts the glistening
digits up, and I suck them into my mouth, giving her a moan of satisfaction.

“Back to work with those,” I command
and turn my attention to her other breast. My fingers locate and pinch the
other nipple while my teeth graze this one. I spend a good ten minutes with
breast play alone. My cock is harder than Plymouth Rock by the time her free
hand finds it and gives a few tugs. My body shudders with each slide of her
hand. It’s obvious I can’t contain my reactions when I’m with her.

I run my tongue over the
shell of her ear. “Give me your sweet pussy, baby. Turn your body around and
straddle my face while you wrap your luscious lips around my cock.”

Sixty-nine. My favorite. Can’t
believe this is the first time I’m doing this with her. Her smooth thighs are spread
on either side of my head and the bare lips of her sex touch my mouth. I don’t
give her a chance to get settled before I take my first swipe from top to
bottom. She’s drenched already. Her thighs on either side are damp and the
scent of her sex has my pulse jumping. It’s like she was made for me. I’ve
never smelled anything better, never had a tastier dessert. As I’m going for my
second pass, her luscious mouth wraps around the head of my dick while she
licks the underside, and the level of desire I felt a few seconds ago shoots up
another ten notches. I bury my tongue between her legs and allow my chin to rub
continuously over her sex-bud. The harder I work her, the faster her head bobs.
The looming orgasmic buzz starts at the bottom of my spine, and I know if I
don’t slow her down I’ll blow in her mouth within seconds. To distract her a little,
I wet a finger in her velvet heat and slide it across the tight rosette at her
backside with a gentle stroke.

Her lip-lock on my dick
releases immediately and it makes a wet smacking sound as it lands on my
stomach. A mewl slips from her lips, covering the general silence of the room,
followed by a strangled, “Finn.”

I push a little deeper and
her hips rock back into the pressure. Although she hasn’t said it and we’ve
never tried this, it’s obvious she likes this; her body language gives that
away.

Her head lowers between my
legs again and the warm wet feeling of her mouth engulfs my balls. She swipes
her tongue over the captured skin and hums her pleasure. My thighs lock up
tight and my finger pushes deeper. She adjusts her hold to get as much of my
tender skin into her mouth as possible, and I can’t control the panting or the
guttural sounds escaping my lips. She releases the sack gently and turns her
energies on to my pulsating cock. I remove my finger and flick my tongue across
her clit. She rides my mouth, as I thrust into hers. I’m hitting the back of
her throat; she’s got me so deep, and I lose track of what I’m doing, unable to
hold back as I come across her tongue and down her throat.

After a full body shiver and
a deep breath, I circle the little bundle of nerves fast and hard with the
flattened part of my tongue with renewed fervor. Her knees squeeze my head so
tight I’m about to have to flip her to keep conscious as her whole body quakes
above me.

“Yes, baby, yes, baby, yes!”
She screams right as my mouth is flooded with her wetness. She’s still for a
long pause before she drops her hip beside my head on the bed and swings her
legs over so she doesn’t smack me. Her eyes close as she flops her arms across
her stomach.

I twist my body and crawl
over the top of hers.

Grinning like an idiot I tell
her, “No one has ever sucked me off that good. No one has ever made me feel it
all the way to my toes. You’re a damn genius with that mouth. Now give it here.
I need more.”

She giggles a split second
before I fuse our mouths together with renewed energy. My tongue stabs and
rolls against hers, coaxing hers out and into my mouth. It only takes a minute
before I’m hard again. This time I reach to the night stand and grab a condom,
rolling it on as quickly as I can. Then I move her feet to my shoulders and
brace myself on my hands by her shoulders. She’s folded in half and instead of
looking uncomfortable, she looks ready for whatever I’m about to give her.

I lower myself until we’re
aligned, and I shift my hips so that the head of my cock rubs over her
sensitive clit several times. As her breathing pattern changes, I adjust again
and slam inside of her. The position allows me to go deeper than I’ve probably
ever been. She screams out, and I pause, waiting to see if I need to stop. She
claws at my sides, trying to pull me closer, so I pull out and push in harder
each time. Her screams continue with each fully completed thrust. I work her
until tears roll out of her eyes, and then I twist her hips and lay both of her
legs to the side. I rest my hands on her hip to pull her against me. Her tits
bounce with the impact of my thrusts.

“Tweak your nipples baby,
now.” She doesn’t waste a second. She trusses up her perfect mounds and pinches
with her thumb and forefinger as I continue my assault. Her cries grow louder
until I feel her inner walls clamp down on me like a vice. Her whole body shakes
while her eyes roll back in her head. The sight of her coming spreads tingles
throughout my limbs, while the heat crawls up my balls as my orgasm takes over.
I collapse on the bed next to her and close my eyes.

She scoots over to me and
lays her head on my chest. A contented sigh comes from deep within me as I run
my fingers through her hair and pull her closer to me. There is no one else I
want to be with, nowhere else I’d rather be, and if my parents can’t figure out
how to like her, too damn bad. I’m over their bullshit. Without a doubt this is
the woman I’m going to marry. I’m crazy in love with her and nothing is going
to change that, especially not their ridiculous concerns.

We must have passed out in
that position because I wake late the next morning when my alarm goes off with
my head toward the footboard and Darcy wrapped around me like a starfish again.
I love this position. Her skin is cool to the touch so I shift her under the
covers while I get up and shower before morning skate.

I leave her a note on the
counter that says:

Darcy,

Gone to morning skate and
won’t be home till somewhere around one. I’m meeting my family at two for
lunch. You are more than welcome to join us but if you choose not to I will
meet you at the club tonight after I send them back to the hotel. I’ll be late
since I have a game first, but I promise to be there. Hope you slept as good as
I did. Help yourself to anything you want.

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 Universe, 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.