Free Drawn to you by Ker Dukey Page B

my God! Stop! No! No!
    It hurts, stop!
    Oh my God, what have you done?
    I wake in a pool of cold sweat, my breathing uneven, memories pushing their way to the surface. I’d dreamt about him again.
    I walk into the bathroom to get my bag for my pills. I’m just relaxing back in bed when Finlay crawls in beside me, wrapping his arm around me. “You’re awake.” He pulls me closer, pressing his warm body into mine.
    “Yeah,” I murmur.
    “I talked to Brad. I thought I owed him that. I told him that you and I have grown close and are starting something.”
    Really? Because it feels more like playing games and torturing each other.
    “Are we?” I ask.
    “You know we are, and I won’t share you. I know I can be obsessive but it’s only because I can feel things growing inside me for you. You make me feel like, just me is enough. That the real me is worthy of someone so incredible. So, do you want to be with me?”
    “Yes,” I whisper. “But I won’t share either, Finlay.”
    “I don’t expect you to. I fucking hated seeing Brad’s hands all over you tonight. You’re mine, Antonia, and I’m yours.”
    He slides his hand down my body, tugging my panties down. He doesn’t give me any foreplay, no build up, he just raises himself on top of me and slides inside my swollen walls. He’s rough, hurried, like he’s making a point of claiming me. It burns a little because I wasn’t quite ready enough, but within a few thrusts it subsides and I’m already building to an orgasm. His thumb finds my clit and it’s all too much. I clench around his girth, my juices flowing over him.
    “Oh God,” I moan, dragging my nails down his back, making him thrust harder into me, catching my moans with his lips.
    “You’re mine, Antonia. Say it for me.”
    “I’m yours.”
    He raises us up so he’s sitting on his heels and I’m straddling his thighs. This position makes me take him so deep I can barely breathe. He raises my cami over my head and takes a nipple into his mouth.
    I cradle his head with my arms and we both moan in unison. Sweat glistens our skin causing our bodies to glide with ease against each other.
    We’re on fire and I never want to be put out.
    He slips his thumb over my clit again, adding pressure there in fast circular movements.
    My body begins to shake, clamping around him, pleasure flowing through me from my fingertips to my toes, crying out his name as we reach climax.
    Tears fill my eyes.
    “God!” Finlay growls. Losing all his control he releases himself into me, filling me with his hot, wet cum. It was rushed, rough, but God, it felt amazing, despite my soreness.
    He lowers our bodies to the bed, curling himself around me until his breathing becomes heavy and even.
    He’s asleep, my mind finally subsiding from the induced lust state berates me for not talking to him about apartmentms. He pulls me closer in his sleep and once again I feel so complete lying in his arms and everything else fades away.

THE SCENT OF BACON and coffee greet me the next morning, and I find Finlay in the kitchen, whistling while dishing up bacon and eggs. His face lights up when he catches me standing there, admiring the fact he’s shirtless; his refined muscles react to every movement he makes. Damn, he’s beautiful.
    “When do you find time to work out?” I ask pointing my finger towards his six pack.
    He looks down, and with a sexy half grin replies,
    “Hey, I’m just naturally this good-looking. I’m blessed, what can I say? You’re one lucky lady.”
    Rolling my eyes at him, I take a seat at the table so he can serve my breakfast. His reply is the college Finlay Hayes I remember the confident, cocky dick. I laugh to myself but don’t speak my thoughts.
    “I have a treadmill in every office. It relieves stress. I also lift weights.”
    I smile over my coffee cup, trying to hide the butterflies I’m feeling.
    “So, I want to take you out on a date.”
    “Really? Where do you want to take