“Hey, buddy.” I shove a finger in his chest. “Don’t get bossy on me. I was innocent in all this. I even told them about the awesome orgasms!” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I slap my hands to my face.
“Jesus Christ. I don’t need to hear this,” Robbie utters as Ember starts giggling.
Finn grips my wrist, pulling them gently from my face. “Awesome orgasms, huh? Is this drunk talk?”
I don’t meet his eyes, but nod and bury my head in his chest.
“This is fucking ridiculous,” Robbie gruffs again.
“What’s the deal with Tripp?” Ember tries to change the subject.
“He’s a fool. He got a taste of his own medicine, and I bet, right about now, Reese is seeing just how interested he is.”
“Are they going to do it on my couch?” I squeal.
Finn cringes. “Better not. I lay on that couch.”
I meet his eyes and start to blush, knowing what we’ve done on it.
“Do you think we can order pizza? I’m hungry.” Ember speaks up, and I snicker in Finn’s shirt.
“Anything you want, but we need to order a—“
“Robbie! I want a pizza! No restrictions!”
“I’d listen to her,” Reese says from the doorway.
I lift my head to see her smiling, Tripp wrapped around her waist, leaning down with his head on her shoulder. He gives me a wink, and I wink back.
“I’ll agree to pizza if I never have to hear the words ‘awesome orgasms’ from Presley ever again.” Robbie shutters dramatically.
“I make no promises!” I scream before Finn covers my mouth with his, silencing me.
“I fucking love you, Presley.” He runs his lips against mine. “Your crazy ass is mine, forever.”
Chapter 26
Finn
“See you tonight?” I ask Robbie, getting into my truck.
“Yeah,” he confirms. “Good luck this afternoon.”
“The hard part is over. We found a house and the offer was accepted. Now, I need to worry about actually getting her ass moved in when the time comes.”
His lips twitch as he fights a grin. He’s aware of Presley’s aversion to buying a house and my constant pressure to have an open mind. Finally, she picked a few to look at. The fourth one was ‘the one’. I think we both knew it the minute we walked in, but I hid my feelings until I could get a read on her.
The flow of the rooms, the natural light from the back wall of windows, the molding, wainscoting, and wide-planked wooden floors, all of it was beautiful. But when Presley walked into the master bedroom and turned to me, her expression gave her away. She felt the same. I immediately saw ‘us’ in the house.
“Text me when Max gets to your place. We’ll come on over.”
He tips his chin, and I back out. The phone rings, and I smile when Presley’s goofy grin pops on the screen. She hates the picture and tries to erase it every day, but I replace it each time she deletes it.
“Hey, babe.”
“Finn! You are not going to believe what’s happened!”
“What?” I play along, even though I’m pretty sure I know what she’s referring to.