Racing Heart, page 23
I skim my fingers over soft skin until I’m cupping her jaw in my hand.
“Why don’t we take this ride together? Are you ready to take a risk?”
Covering her mouth with her hands, a stray tear rolls down her cheek as another shuddering breath escapes.
“As you can see, I'm a little hormonal.”
“Well, what do you say?”
She nods quickly and rests her forehead on mine.
“Yes, I say yes. I love you, Finn. You will win that championship. I know you will.”
“Only if I have you by my side. You’re what keeps my heart racing. Let’s win together.”
Chapter Fifty-One
Jordan
I look to my side; Finn lies next to me, locking his arm across my body, keeping me close to him like I’m fragile.
How did I get so lucky?
I have to ask myself this all the time.
Why did he choose me that night?
I don’t have any bloody answers, but I don’t care, because he is mine and I’m his. He’s proved that over and over again. After the initial shock of everything that’s happened recently, I explained everything to him that the doctor had told me. No alcohol and we definitely had to use contraception for the next three months. It’s too dangerous to be careless. The first thing he asked was if we could still have kids normally. According to the doctors, I can, there shouldn’t be any problems, but I have to plan it out as I’ll need to be monitored. He seemed to be happy with that.
We spent the rest of the evening in each other’s arms, talking about the future and what it could hold.
I’m so looking forward to it.
I’ve always taken one day at a time. I’ve never had big ideas about weddings and finding Prince Charming. I’m way too sceptical all for that shit, but for the first time in my life, I’m happy about having those thoughts. I’m ready to put myself out there and say, ‘one day.’
His face is content while he sleeps, he’s relaxed. His lips are slightly pouted, and his eyelashes are spread out across the rise of his cheekbones. If I get to wake up to this sight every single morning, I’ll be more than happy.
The breeze is blowing lightly through the open windows, and the sun is shining into the bedroom. I could only dream of this, and now it’s my reality.
“Stop watching me sleep… I can feel your eyes on me.”
His voice is husky with sleep, and he still hasn’t opened his eyes, making me smile.
“I was just admiring.”
He locks his arms around me and rolls us until he’s on his back and I’m above him.
“So, admire from this angle.”
I lift up and straddle his body, leaning over for my morning kiss. I’ve been away from him for a month, I’ve missed waking up next to him. I’ve missed the cosy mornings we used to have - I’ve just missed him as a whole.
“I’m never being apart from you again. I don’t fucking care what happens, but I’m never being in another country away from you again. You get me, Red?”
“I get you, Superstar.”
“How about you help me get rid of this then.” He holds his crotch from under me. I can feel his morning wood digging into me, but it’s not happening.
“How about you save it and you can take me out for coffee and pancakes, I’ve never had American pancakes.”
“My god, you haven’t lived woman.”
Smiling, I slap his good thigh.
“Well come on then, I’m starving.”
Rolling off him, I walk through the room, stripping his T-shirt from my body and slide my knickers down my thighs, making sure to add an extra sway to my hips. I don’t even get to the door, and he’s lifting me up in his arms.
“You’re a fucking tease.” He growls against my ear.
Placing me down onto my feet, he starts the shower. Once it’s warm, he guides me in by the shoulders and closes the door to the enclosure behind us.
“How're your pancakes?” Finn asks, smirking as he sips at his coffee.
“Hmm,” I groan, “Beautiful.”
I’ve covered my pancakes with strawberries and raspberries, and of course, I can’t be too healthy, so chocolate is always a must. If I eat like this all the time while I’m here though, I’ll be the size of a house.
“Are you not having any?”
“Nah, I’m good with coffee.”
“You’re missing out, buster.” I smile while munching on the goodness that’s sitting on my plate.
“True, but my dad used to bring me and Braydon here every Saturday morning for pancakes and milkshakes.” He smiles, remembering.
I know he misses his dad a lot. The sad look on his face and in his eyes, tells that story.
“Let’s just say, I’ve tried every single pancake here, we literally went through the whole menu. It was a competition with me and Bray, to see who could get through the menu first.”
Stabbing a strawberry with my fork, I giggle before putting it in my mouth. Cutting off a piece of my pancake, I prod it with my fork and hold it up offering it to Finn.
“Want some?”
Holding my hand steady, he pulls the fork towards his mouth, opens up, covers the fork, and drags his lips along it, taking the pancake into his mouth and chews. I try to stop the erotic thoughts flying through my mind at warp speed, but I can’t. It’s pretty bad when you have to clench your thighs together, while sat in a diner because you’re turned on. He grins wickedly, he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
“So, who won?” I try to put our conversation back on track.
“Me, of course. I win at everything.”
“Big head.”
“Just facts, baby.”
I raise an eyebrow and lift my cup to my lips, washing down my glorious food.
“You’ll see when I’m back on that track. No fucker is beating me and it’s definitely not going to be that cocksucker Anderson. I’m gonna show him who’s the daddy on that track.”
“Boys will be boys…” I mumble, shaking my head at him. Finn just smirks and drinks his coffee.
“Are you done? I want to take you somewhere.”
“Erm, yeah.” Lifting the cup to my lips, I gulp the rest of my coffee down and stand.
Walking out together, he takes hold of my hand, and we walk back to his car. It doesn’t take long before we’re pulling up at a small, but cute house. I get out of the car and straighten my clothes. Brushing my hands over my top, I make sure there’s no food stuck on my T-shirt, anywhere. Coming around the car to me, he hooks his arm around my neck, kissing my forehead and walks me towards the door.
“You look great. It’s not like you haven’t met her already.”
“Not the point, and can I just point out you never said we were coming to see your mum; it could’ve been anyone.”
Finn smirks.
“Where’s the fun in that?”
He opens the door and walks in, shouting for her. I keep hold of Finn's hand as we walk through the house, into the front room. She pops her head around the kitchen door and wiping her hands on a tea towel, then throws it down on the counter and rushes over to me.
“Jordan, oh jeez, it’s so good to see you, sweetheart. Finlay didn’t tell me you were coming to stay?”
“He didn’t know himself.”
“Well, give me a hug.”
Smiling, I step into her open arms. She was so sweet to me at the hospital after he had his accident. Now at some point, we have to tell her what’s happened; I’m not looking forward to that. Maybe that’s a conversation for another day... Maybe when Finn and I have our heads around things too.
Finn and his mum talk animatedly about things for what feels like forever, but they keep me involved. Finn doesn’t stop touching me all the time he’s talking. A hand on my knee, or holding my hand. Or even if it’s just brushing his shoulder with mine, it’s like he’s letting me know I’m not forgotten. I really could listen to them talk for hours.
“So, Jordan, is this a vacation or something more permanent?” She has a sparkle in her eye and it’s glittering.
“I’m not too sure yet. I kind of booked a one-way ticket so, who knows?” I shrug. “It depends on how long Finn will put up with me, I suppose.”
Finn looks at me with disgust from the side.
“Ahhh,” His mother gasps covering her chest with her hands, “Please tell me you’ll be here for Thanksgiving?”
“Erm, excuse me for being ignorant, but when is it? We don’t celebrate it back home.”
“Oh, of course, you don’t, silly me. End of November?” She smiles.
“She ‘ll be here,” Finn answers for me. Turning to him with a wide-eyed expression, he just grins again.
Fucker.
He leans towards me, his mouth at my ear and whispers.
“I can’t wait to get you home; you owe me for teasing me this morning.”
Turning my face slightly into his, I answer him.
“Bring it, Superstar… but then I think you got your own back earlier.”
It’s safe to say we don’t stay long at his mum’s house after that. He makes an excuse to get us out there and hightails it back to his, in his flashy car.
Once home, as soon as I’m out of the car, he’s dragging me into the house. Kicking the front door shut with his foot, he roams his hands all over, and his lips are on me. My heart is beating so fast, I might combust. The throbbing that I’m feeling between my legs is even worse. I want him to take me right here and now, I wish I could say fuck the protection, but we can’t.
I strip off my top, leaving me in my bra and shorts, as Finn takes off his t-shirt and pops the buttons on his jeans. I could look at his sexy body all day. Running my hands over his tanned skin, I lick my lips.
“I want you so fucking bad.” Finn breathes.
“Do you have protection?” I ask, gasping.
It’s really not a question I want to ask in the heat of the moment, but it’s one that needs to be mentioned. Otherwise, all this is for nothing.
Bending slightly at the knees, he hooks his hands under my bum and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him and hold onto his neck as he takes us upstairs.
“I fucking love you, Jordan. I don’t care if we have to use protection for a while…” I cut his speech off with a kiss, I don’t need deep conversation right now.
“Finn, baby, just fuck me. I need you so bad.”
He doesn’t waste another word, he smiles salaciously. He takes us into his room, stopping at the end of the bed and puts me down to the floor. Once I’m stood up, he strips us of the rest of our clothes and grabs a condom from the drawer at the side of the bed. He throws it down and takes us to the mattress. He starts kissing me, but it’s not long before he’s making his way down my body, kissing, licking, and sucking at me. My body arches with a groan, as he sucks my clit into his mouth, using his teeth to gently nibble at me.
“Finn, you’re gonna make me come doing that.”
I rise up onto my elbows to look down at him, pushing my crotch up, he sucks harder. Raising his eyebrows, he watches my reaction. I tip my head back as he sends me soaring to another place, I think it’s called ecstasy. There’s only Finn that can make me feel like this.
Suddenly, my legs tense up and shake, as I feel the tremendous climax that’s taking over me. Once he’s happy I’m done, he moves back up my body, pushing up to his knees and rolls on a condom.
“I love you more than life itself.”
“More than racing?” I tease.
“Right now, yes. I can’t make love to a bike, can I?” He grins
That shuts me up for at least a second.
“Then you better get on with making love to me, before I kick you in the dick for comparing me to a bike.”
“Shh.” He places the tip of his finger at my lips. “You talk too much.”
As much as I’d love to hit him right now, I don’t. Replacing his finger with his soft pouty lips, he slips his tongue through the closed seam. Once he’s in the right position, he enters me, slowly pushing all the way in. It’s at this moment that I realise just how much he loves me. Not because of the sex, but because he doesn’t take his gaze from mine. With every thrust he makes; he looks deep into my soul. Stealing away another part of me, our bodies and minds becoming one.
Chapter Fifty-Two
Jordan
One Month Later
I’m way too comfortable here, I’m amazed to say I don’t want to go home, but I have too soon. Finn did sit down with Braydon and his mum, to tell them about what happened with my pregnancy. They were shocked, to say the least. His mum fussed over me and Braydon hugged me, both saying they were sorry and expressing their sympathies. I know I’ll probably never get over that experience. At the end of the day, I lost a baby, or we lost a baby, but I think I’m coping.
Being here with Finn and his family is helping. They’re such wonderful people, I wish I’d have told my boss to get stuffed long before I actually did. I could have come here with Finn, much sooner. We could have had the news together, but I can’t keep living on the ‘what if’s.’ Life is life, and as the saying goes, ‘life’s a bitch, then you die.’ Although, it’d be nice though for it to go our way from here.
Listening to the hustle and bustle of the airport, it seems weird that I was here only a month ago, not sure what was going to happen. Today though, it’s different. Finn paid for Maria and Charley to come over for Thanksgiving. They’re having two weeks here, and then the three of us will be heading home — Maria for Christmas and me for blood tests. I’ll wait until I get the results, then I’ll be coming back. Finn has already told me he refuses to spend Christmas on his own, so either I come back here, or he’ll come to me. Either way, he’s already told me he’s paying for the ticket.
I can’t believe the weather here. Everyone is in jumpers and jackets, and I’m wearing jeans and my Converse t-shirt. People are looking at me like I’m bloody crazy. This is like our summer, it’s actually twenty degrees Celsius today. I could take that warmth in the winter. Back home, it’s like eight degrees- no thank you. This is pool weather.
The crowd parts just in time to see Charley come zooming towards me, with Maria trying to keep up with her. With two cases and a flight bag hanging from her shoulder, let’s just say, she’s lagging behind. Finn approaches her with a smile and takes her cases from her and the bag. I rush forward, throwing my arms around her neck.
“Oh my god M, I’ve bloody missed you.”
We’ve spoken on the phone, but it’s not the same as seeing her face and talking to her in person.
“I’ve missed you too.”
Unhandling my best friend, I turn to Charley, lifting her up into my arms. She does to me what I did to her mum; only Charley almost strangles me with how tight she’s holding around my neck.
“Are we ready to go, little lady?”
“Yessss!” She shouts excitedly. While Finn has the cases and I have Charley in my arms, we head out to the car.
Thanksgiving is such a big thing here. Although I’d heard how important it was, I didn’t realise it was this big. It’s amazing.
Walking into the dining room in Finn’s mother's house, I’m mesmerised by the amount of food that’s laid out on the table. It’s kind of like our Christmas dinner with all the trimmings, but sooo much bigger. The Christmas tree and decs are up and it’s absolutely beautiful.
“Hey, baby. Happy Thanksgiving.” Finn comes up behind me and whispers, his hot breath blowing down my ear. Smoothing his hands around me, he links his fingers locking them in place.
“Right back at ya…”
“I have a lot to be thankful for this past year.”
I turn in his arms and face him.
“Are you happy?”
“You bet I’m happy.”
“Good.” I smile and look back at the table with a sigh. I feel full already. “Look at all this food, Finn, we’ll never eat all this.”
“This is normal.”
A deep laugh from the other room causes us to look at each other confused. Peering around the door of the front room, Braydon sits on the couch next to Maria, while Charley plays a game with him on his lap. The small glances he keeps making at Maria, though, tells me everything I need to know. It’s so sweet. The only thing with Maria, she’s such a romantic, she wears rose-tinted glasses a lot of the time. Since that twat died, she hasn’t got involved with anyone, so this is big for her. I think he put her off other men for life.
With a hand on Finn's arm, I tug him back, I feel like we’re intruding on something. She deserves to have this.
“Right then.” Karen, Finn's mum shouts, clapping her hands, “Food is ready, take your seats.”
Braydon comes in with Maria while carrying Charley in his arms and Finn nudges me. With a scowl, I brush him off and watch how they take the seats at the other side of the table, with Charley sitting between them. Me and Finn take the other side and Karen takes the head of the table.
“So, which one of you boys want to say grace?”
They look at each other before Finn offers.
“I’ll do it, mom.”
With hands joined, Maria and I watch amazed as they bow their heads and wait for Finn to start. As soon as he starts speaking, I close my eyes with everyone else, letting the husk in his voice take me to another place.
“There’s a lot I can be thankful for, especially this year. My mom, who’s still here to keep me in line. I survived a crash; I’ve met the love of my life…” He tightens his grip on my hand, and a small smile paints on my face. “Although there have been other things that have been sent to try us, I know we’ll come out the other side.”
I hear shuffling, he lets go of my hand, but still, I don’t open my eyes.
