American Honey

I feel Finn as he instantly drops to his knees before me and grabs my foot softly peppering kissing on it. Salt tears land on the top of my delicate flesh causing goosebumps to form on my foot. His tears touch my flesh, and then I feel as he touches every part of each of my legs. After moments of tenderness, his mouth works its way all the up to my lips. Cupping my face with his strong hands, we both pause a moment, and then I attack his mouth with mine. When I finally dig up enough courage to open my eyes, Finn has tears streaming down his beautiful face.

The taste of him in my mouth is purely assaulting. He finally pulls away leaving my lips bruised and swollen with his want. Only three words are spoken between us and they were on the dance floor. “Don’t stop, Finn.” He takes all of me.

Chapter 4

Neutered

“What the hell,” shouts Tommie.

The kitchenette sink in Tommie’s small veterinarian clinic is overflowing with water, as I stand mere inches from the cascading waterfall lost in thought. Remembering Finn’s hands and mouth all over me last night has consumed all of my senses. My hand instantly flies to the faucet, and my face reddens with embarrassment at being caught.

“Sorry, sis, I’m kind of distracted this morning,” I reply.

“What’s your problem, Tess? You seem a million miles away and you even dressed up a little bit today. Are you sick? God, don’t tell me you’re thinking about ending your life today and wanted to look good for it.”

“Jesus Christ, Tommie! I had sex last night. Okay, I know you won’t stop being a nosy, bossy, bitchy older sister until I spill it, so there you go. I got banged in the small office at the G Spot last night by Finn. Are you fucking happy? No, I’m not going to kill myself yet, dumbass.”

Tommie’s face falls in disbelief at my words. I can tell she is trying to decipher if I’m telling the truth or not, so I flash her the glaring hickies that are plastered all over my chest.

“Happy?” I snapped at her.

Tommie quietly turns around and heads straight for her office. I can’t tell if it’s from shock or doubt. The cold hard fact is I couldn’t be happier at the moment and only hope to have another fling with Finn again and soon. Fling, being the perfect word, because only dumbasses can truly fall in love that quickly, right? I mean, I’m right. Right?

The shrilling sound of the door opening draws me from my thoughts again. What a fucking mess I’m in. Willing myself to pull my shit together, I look up and see a gorgeous blonde standing before me. As if she just walked straight off the cover of Vogue and strutting her stuff proudly. She’s the type of woman every woman wants to look at and the kind every man wants forever. Her skin is the clearest I’ve ever seen. Her golden silky locks are long, draping over her shoulders, and her mile high legs are killer. She reminds me of someone I once knew, me before the accident.

Drying my hands on my jeans and pulling myself from the tiny girl crush I just formed, I begin to speak. “Can I help you?” I ask.

“Um yeah. I made an appointment to get my puppy--”

Her words are cut off by the crashing sounds of the front door and the loud crashing noise accompanying it. I look up to a mid-size Golden Retriever come busting through the door and on the end of the leash, Finn.

“There’s my boys,” Blondie coos.

Everything inside me freezes with sheer horror. Finn. Girlfriend. Dog. I let him inside of me last night. He touched every single part of me.

“Just a sec. Just a second,” I manage to mumble out before racing off.

“Tessa,” Finn hollers.

I force myself to ignore the tone and the sound of his voice and instead prep the room for the procedure scheduled. I knew we had one puppy to neuter this afternoon, never did I imagine it was Finn’s girlfriend. Never.

“What’s going on in here?” Tommie asks.

“Prepping for the procedure, fucking duh.”

“Stop throwing shit now, Tess. What’s wrong?”

Throwing a sterile kit at Tommie, I let her have it, “The guy who fucked me is out there with his puppy. Wait, I mean his girlfriend’s puppy.”

“Stop, please. You need to leave. Go get some fresh air. I can’t have you here like this, Tess.”

“Oh, I’m not leaving, you can bet your ass on that one, sister. We have a dog to neuter.”

“Settle down then,” Tommie warns as she leaves the room.

Moments later, the door opens and Tommie leads Finn, Blondie and the puppy into the room. It took everything in me to calm down, the few minutes I was by myself, but just a few seconds of seeing his handsome face and those hands that were all over me, I’m instantly enraged again. I want to shout, “How” “Why” and most of all “Fuck you, Finn.”

Tommie begins her typical vet routine explaining to them about the procedures and after care, while I busy myself organizing and reorganizing all the perfectly placed instruments.