Page 16 of His Good Girl

Three dots appear, then disappear. Then appear and disappear again. I work my lip between my teeth and start to get anxious after four rounds of texts that don’t ever come through. Did I go too far? Was it gross instead of sexy? Fuck, why am I such a hoe bag? Of course he was just being nice, and I basically sent the equivalent of a dick pic to him. He probably feels gross. The phone rings and it flies out of my hands. It’s HIM! Picking it up, I press my other hand to my chest and try to slow my racing heart.

“Hi, Finn.” My voice quakes a little, that traitorous bitch.

“Okay, how does the mayor not see that it looks like she's getting it in the ass?”

All my nerves melt away as I laugh. “Right!? Do you love it already?” Tucking the phone against my ear, I hunker down on the couch.

“You were right, it’s great. I can’t remember the last time I laughed out loud while watching a show.”

“I knew it! It is impossible for anyone to not love this show. Are you going to watch the next episode now?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m going to have to.” He pauses and I tamper down my impulse to fill the silence. “Want to watch it together? I mean, together over the phone?”

I press a pillow to my face to stifle the squeal that erupts from me. “Yeah, that would be nice since Marcee is going to be out late, so I’m just here alone.”

We watch two episodes together, periodically commenting on parts and laughing together, but mostly just sitting in companionable silence. After the second episode finishes, I try to hide my yawn, but of course he hears it.

“Well, I should probably get to bed. I have an early morning ahead of me,” he says, his voice sounding almost disappointed at ending the call.

“Yeah, I have an early morning class at the gym too. I'm so ready for spring break. Just six more days of class then a full week off.”

“Any plans? I think Marcee is still going to her mom’s, right?”

“Yeah, she’s leaving Friday night and gets back next Sunday. My friend from the gym is getting married so we’re having her bachelorette party, but other than that, nothing big planned. Marcee and I have been toying with the idea of moving for our last year, so I might scout out some places. You know, wild crazy fun.”

“Well, I hope you have fun, and if you need anything, you know how to reach me. Good night, Alexis.” His voice softens, making my heart flutter. What the heck, my heart doesn’t flutter.

“Good night, Finn.” Hanging up is harder than it should be, but as I make my way to my room, I can’t help the smile that takes over my face. This was one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time, possibly ever, and I know exactly who to thank for that.

23

FINN

I haven’t been able to get Thursday out of my mind. When I had decided to call Alexis, I was crazy nervous, but it ended up being a perfect night. After we hung up, I remembered her birthday was this week as well. I walked all over the pier, hitting up every chocolate shop I could find, and coordinated the delivery of each item throughout the day. Her birthday fell on the day Marcee flew out to see her mom, so I knew she wouldn’t intercept anything.

Added bonus, Alexis had already told me she was going to be cleaning and meal prepping all day so she would be free during spring break. She had moaned several times while eating the ice cream last week, and I'm enjoying imagining the sounds she's making with each new treat.

When my phone bings with the new tone I assigned to her, I stop everything to check the message. It’s a picture of her in tiny shorts and the same pink cami from the morning at my place, as she's biting into a truffle. My cock hardens as I stare at the picture. I can see the faint outline of her piercings and just a tint of her rose nipples under the shirt. I wish I could peel that shirt off and taste her, but I know it can never happen. Hell, what we are doing now is enough to cause a major issue with my daughter. Going further, actually getting physical? That would be so messy.

Later that day, I’m still thinking about that damn picture. Hopefully tonight will help me relax. Some buddies from college called a few weeks ago saying they would be in LA for a business conference but were coming my way for a couple days to watch a surfing competition. We’re meeting at a hot new club nearby tonight for some fun.

I had planned to change before coming but lost track of time, so here I am in my work clothes. Spotting my friends in a corner booth, I wave then loosen my tie as I order a scotch from the bar. With my drink in hand, I head toward the booth and look around the place. The DJ is already spinning and the place is packed. We greet each other as a round of drinks is delivered. Scanning the room, my gaze is drawn to a group of women in the middle of the dance floor. A server is there with a tray of shots, handing the first one to a girl wearing a sash that says ‘Bride’ in big gold glittery print.

“Fuck yes, there’s a bachelorette party going on tonight, maybe I’ll get lucky.” This comes from Ricky, our resident playboy that claims he will never settle down. I smile over my glass, knowing he will be in the middle of the group in no time. I wonder how many he will take back to his hotel with him. It’s not my style, but maybe I should have a one-nighter to take the edge off this whole Alexis thing.

The group parts, and like my thoughts summoned her, there she is, dancing like nobody's around, her head tossed back and hips swaying with a shot glass held up in the air, dangling from her fingers. The dress she's wearing is sin incarnate, a siren's garment, whispering promises and unraveling my self-control. The black shimmery fabric of the skirt barely covers her ass, and is skintight, emphasizing her long legs and toned ass. The neckline plunges into a deep V that I swear must reach her waist, with a soft cowl neck that drapes the thin fabric over her breasts adding to the already sultry look of the dress.

I could easily slip my hand inside to the waiting flesh it covers. She downs the shot in one gulp, a slight scrunch of the nose, the only reaction to the burn from the liquid. Her eyes fly open and she laughs, already swaying to the music again, her movements loose and worry free. Like she can feel my eyes on her, she looks up and searches the room. Her eyes lock with mine across the space, and her smile turns feral. In that moment, I realize I'm royally fucked, spellbound and unable to turn from her gaze. The fire and promise there are something altogether dangerous, and somewhere deep inside I pray she makes good on the promise her eyes just made.

She grabs a passing server, whispering into his ear. The sight makes me bristle—why is her hand still on his arm? She’s turned away from me and I can now see that the back of the dress covers even less than the front; her whole back is exposed down to where the dip of her tailbone is showing. That dimple just above the curve of her ass is sinfully provocative. The need to touch her, feel her skin against mine is something visceral and all-consuming. I down my scotch and watch her talk to her friends as the server leaves. Her eyes flit to mine, her lips painted bright red spread into a mischievous grin. Clutching the hands of two of the women in her group, they head our way.

My friends spot their approach, all shifting in their seats. “Hey guys,” Alexis drawls. “Next round’s on us.” She smiles straight at me as the same server comes to the table with flaming lime drop shots. Everyone grabs one, lifting our drinks in cheers. Alexis never takes her eyes off mine as she downs the shot. I swallow mine down, noting the way her eyes follow the movement of my throat.

“Let’s dance!” Alexis’s friends yell, each grabbing two of my friends. Alexis winds her fingers around the knot of my tie and backs us toward the dance floor, tugging me with her. I follow her lead, the alcohol burning away the last dredges of my resistance. We all group together, it’s a mass of writhing bodies, but I only have eyes for one person, Alexis. I grasp her hips and pull her flush against me, not willing to share an inch of her with anyone else. Instantly, she reaches up and weaves her fingers into the hair at the base of my neck.

My body is on fire, and I feel every inch of her pressed against me. I slide my knee between her legs and she parts them to give me more space. The music is pumping as she grinds on me with the beat. Bringing my face to the crook of her neck, I run my nose along the curve of it, tracing my lips along her skin, and nip her ear lightly. The sharp intake of breath has me pulling back. Her eyes, darker than normal, are hooded and lustful. I harden against her as she continues to grind on me, lost in this moment, knowing in the morning it’ll all be over.

After a few songs, my friends head back to the booth but Alexis grabs me. “Stay.” I barely hear the words over the thumping of the base.