Page 58 of His Good Girl

She rolls her eyes, not in a mean way, more in a self-deprecating way. “Yes, I remember the drill from your walks of shame, love, and the parade of guys from your room in the wee hours of the night.”

I wince at the memories of all the men I cycled through trying to numb the pain. “What can I say, I knew how to have a good time.” Hiding behind my protective barrier of jokes and my own self-depreciation, I make light of it, but inside, I’m so damn glad I found Finn and that part of my life is over.

“I guess, I just didn’t realize how it would feel to actually do the hookup thing. I’ve never had sex outside of a committed relationship. I knew it would be different, and I’m not looking for a boyfriend. It just made me feel cheap and used, is all. I know I sound pathetic and needy. But…” she trails off and I reach over to take her hand in mine.

“It’s okay to have feelings over all of it. Your feelings are valid, and you have a right to have them. Now that you know how it feels, you can decide if you want to do that sort of thing again.”

“You want to know the really crazy part?”

“You know I do!” I wink, squeezing her hand.

“I do. I really want to do that again. I don’t want to be tied to one guy. I’ve never really explored what I like, what I want in regards to sex, and last night, let’s just say I realized I liked things I never thought I would.” Her cheeks are pink again, but the weight in her eyes seems less.

“You know I'm all for exploring your sexuality.” She snorts, and I laugh alongside her. “Just be sure to check in with yourself regularly. Make sure you are truly comfortable with what’s happening and you’re being safe.”

“Thanks, Lexie, I’ve felt so adrift lately. This really helped.”

“I’m always here for you Marcee, I really do love you.”

“I know, Lexie, I think I just forgot for a while. It’ll never not be weird, the whole you and my dad thing, and I’m not ready to just be besties again, but I’m trying.”

I give her a quick hug, grinning at her. “Before we go back to the paused friend status…how was it, and what all did you do?”

Her cheeks turn bright red. “Well, I guess it’s only fair, you have shared all your adventures with me and I sure as hell don’t want to hear your current exploits.” Hope surges in my chest. If she can make a joke about it, maybe she's on the road to acceptance.

“Well, after all that, I think we deserve some wine, don’t you?” I ask, holding up the bottle, only just realizing I didn’t bring glasses. “Hope you don’t mind drinking from the bottle, you know, like classy ladies over here.” Marcee grins and accepts the offered bottle, taking a healthy swig before passing it to me.

We sit as she tells me about the experience and visibly releases some of the tension in her shoulders. She just needed to get it all out, to process it outside of her own head. By the time Finn calls us to head to the airport, she's smiling and looking lighter than she has in a while. She’ll be fine, and hopefully this opened the door for our friendship again too.

Finn and I watch Marcee go through airport security, waving her off as she heads to her terminal. It’s so surreal standing here hand in hand with Finn. No more secrets, no hiding, just us. A squeeze on my hand drags me from my thoughts. Finn is grinning down at me like a goob and bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement. “What?”

“I have a present that I want to give to you a day early.”

“Really? Yes, please!” I love presents. My parents gave me money and cars and big stuff like that, but I rarely got special or thoughtful gifts, and the idea of one from Finn has me giddy as a schoolgirl.

“It’s in the car, let’s go.” Grabbing my hand, he takes off in a jog. I laugh in shock at his public antics. So at war with the mature adult I know, but just another side of this man I love with all my heart. We race to the car, where a little red gift bag is waiting on my seat. How did he put this here without me seeing him? I open it and pull out two pieces of paper, then ugly cry when I see two tickets to Switzerland. With tears coursing down my cheeks, I gasp when I see the date.

“We fly out today? Finn! I don’t have any bags packed or anything ready.” His smile grows larger as he rounds the car to the trunk, pulling out two large suitcases. One black, the other is bright red with a large bow on it.

“One step ahead of you, Lex.” Looking at his watch, he closes the trunk and starts walking back toward the terminal. “Well, you coming or not?”

With an undignified squeal, I run to catch up. “Are you serious right now, baby? Are we really going to Switzerland for Christmas?”

“Yep, I’m taking you skiing on the Alps, then going to spend all night worshiping your body before a roaring fire. Five days, just you and me.”

52

FINN

The chateau I rented is in Zermatt, so we have a three-hour trek from the airport in Geneva. A limo is at the curb waiting for us, and the happy dance Alexis does when she sees it, is all the confirmation I need that it was the right choice. The train gives opportunities to see different parts of the countryside, but I didn’t want to share that time with strangers. I plan to make good use of this car ride. Once settled, I close off the partition between us and the driver, then pour two flutes of champagne. I clink my glass with hers before claiming her lips. “Cheers to the first of many trips with you at my side.”

I down my drink in one gulp, the bubbles burning as they go down. “Finn! What, do you plan on being drunk when we arrive?” Her laughter takes my breath away. I love how she laughs with her whole being. Face lighting up, eyes shining, and that tiny dimple that only shows when she smiles really big.

Sliding off the seat, I move to my knees and spread her thighs. “No, I plan to be fully present for the whole ride, baby, but my mouth is going to be too busy to sip champagne.”

Reaching up, I unfasten her pants, loving the way she lifts her hips so I can shimmy them off her. She doesn’t hesitate or question, just spreads herself wide. “Fuck, that is one gorgeous pussy,” I praise, leaning in and breathing deeply, loving the smell of her. She’s already getting wet with anticipation.

All I want is to dive in and devour that pussy knowing it will taste impossibly sweet, but I hold back, planning to savor it. Savor her. Lifting her legs over my shoulders before taking a long slow lick up her center, I hum my pleasure as the taste of her explodes on my tongue. Her eyes roll back and a whimpered plea is ripped from her as she lifts her hips, chasing my mouth, satisfying my pride. She's just as hungry for my touch as I am for her.