The Silent Sounds of Chaos (12 page)

Finn
, she whispered, hating how breathy her voice sounded even in her head,
whatever you’re doing … you have to break the connection. I can feel it.

Snow?
His response was a question and a laugh all at once.
You enjoying the ride?

Shut up. It just happened.

What did? Ain’t nothing happening here … yet. This is just the previews, baby. Getting ready for the show.

She knew what that meant, how Finn felt in the moments leading up to another bout with a woman. But in the past she’d only felt brief moments of excitement, never this close, and she’d always been able to cut out of the moment. If the
previews
were what she was tuned into, she couldn’t imagine how this incredible sensation rushing through her would feel in the throes of passion.

Well just stop until I can break it, then. I have a date and can’t go feeling like this.

Feeling like what? You getting sick? Maybe a little feverish? Got the chills?
But they both knew the answer. He was messing with her now.

“Time to go!” Her mother’s voice startled Snow out of the moment—though not out of her emotions. “You coming or what?”

Despite herself, Snow giggled, torn between embarrassed and aroused.
Mom just asked if I was coming or what.

So you do know some naughty stuff.
He sounded almost proud of her as he laughed.
Now I want to know if you know the feel of a—

Finn!
Red colored her cheeks over the blush she’d just applied.
Don’t you have any manners at all! And Hank is waiting for me so stop it!

Don’t mind me, Snow-Glow.
Amusement dripped in his reply.
But if you’re gonna listen in during your date, at least keep quiet. Maybe you’ll even learn a thing or two.

A wry grin crossed Finn’s face as he followed the mini-skirted girl currently holding his hand to the back of the club. Music pumped from the main floor, sending deep echoes of bass beneath their feet as they made their way to Charlie’s office. His boss would put a bullet in him if he ever found out what his teenage apprentice was about to do, but then again, Finn really didn’t give a shit.

He’d been after this girl for years. It had taken him until he was fifteen to even get a date, and now, two years later, she was finally giving him everything else after one hell of a makeout session in his car. That tight eighteen-year-old body, that incredible mouth, even the delicate giggle she reserved only for moments she let her guard down. Not even Snow’s earlier intrusion—amusing as it had been—could break him out of this moment.

He locked the door behind them, his hand not even leaving the doorknob before she was tugging at his shirt, lifting it over his head and running her warm fingers over tight abs. He obliged, tossing his jacket and shirt to the floor before grabbing her by the back of the neck and drawing her to him, capturing her mouth with his own. She tasted as sweet as she looked ‒‒ even if he knew this girl was anything but sweet.

Before he could move lower, she pressed a hand to his chest and pushed him back a few inches. “Not so fast, loverboy.”

Finn opened his mouth to protest, only to close it again around her fingers when she held out a pill, prolonging the gesture as a preview of what she was soon to enjoy. She let out a quiet moan that had his insides stirring, then popped a pill of her own and lifted up to her toes.

“You’re in for a real treat now,” she whispered against his lips.

“Just you wait,” he whispered back, surprised by her offering but also thrilled. They both came from junkie parents and typically turned their noses up at narcotics, but in this moment, he was perfectly willing to indulge in a little taste if it meant enhancing the moment with her.

Already Finn felt the effects, his head swimming, the reds and oranges of the office swirling into a kaleidoscope of lust and heat. He saw only black hair and pale skin, emerald eyes staring deep into his own. He felt only her body against his, so soft and supple to all hard parts of him. Their breath left them in gasps as they stumbled back, Finn bracing himself above her as he pushed her up on the smooth oak desk. Skirt hiked up to her hip, legs wrapped around him—his girl was the perfect specimen.

His lips moved to her throat, tasting the soft flesh there, his hands working their way up her arms to her breasts. He reveled in the feel of them cupped so fully in his hands. At the same time, her fingers worked at his jeans, slipping inside the zipper and gripping him, stroking, enough to drive him insane as he floated on the high.

“I want your mouth on me, now,” she ordered, looking up at him with those striking green eyes that contrasted her creamy skin and pouty, naturally full lips.

“As you wish,” he growled back, all but ripping her shirt away from her body. The rest of her clothes followed until she was naked in front of him, sprawled before his eyes on top of Charlie’s desk.

Fuck, this chick is gorgeous
, he thought as heated eyes scanned her up and down. His own body tightened in response to the vision before him, urging his hands to work faster as they removed his belt.

“Like what you see?” she purred, fingers dipping beneath her naval, slowly working over her thighs.

He tried, but couldn’t speak. Words didn’t matter anyway. All that mattered was his mouth on hers, their tongues a dance of want and need; their bodies pressed together, thin sheens of sweat coating them; the sound of their gasps, matching the beat of the bass; his hands on her body, tugging her down by the hips and flipping her so her ass was against him and he was fully primed to go.

Damn, that ass
, he said to himself as he appreciated the view before him, fingers working her into a fit of moans
. I can’t wait to‒‒

Gross, Finn!

Snow’s voice snapped him out of the moment, startling Finn enough that he stumbled back a step.

I
really
don’t want to hear this!

Then get the hell out of my head!
he snapped back, shaking his head to himself as he took his position behind the girl and stroked a hand down her back, slipping lower again, feeling her wet and ready for him as her legs spread.

But Snow wasn’t done yet.
You are seventeen years old! Quit acting like some forty-year-old porn star wannabe!

Bite me, Snow. And get back to your date so I can get on mine.

Is she at least pretty?

There were so many retorts at the tip of his tongue, but none he could speak as the rolling sensation took him over, inviting him in deeper.

“What the hell are you waiting for?”

Finn blinked, surprised to realize he’d apparently just been standing there staring at her. He quickly composed himself, reaching out and caressing her, enjoying the way her expression changed from annoyance to ecstasy.

She’s absolutely fucking gorgeous
, he said to Snow, while at the same time replying, “Just getting you nice and ready.”

Well, there’s that, at least. Have fun.

He could almost feel her leaving his head, a palpable snap of a mutual bond. When he was sure he was alone with his thoughts once more, he gave his girl a seductive smirk that had her biting her bottom lip. That was all the motive he needed to give in to the trip, thrusting them both back into their lust-fueled haze.

LATER, THEY LAY sprawled on the plush rug in front of the desk, still enjoying the effects of their sex-induced high. Out of breath, Finn stared up at the white-plaster ceiling, eyes tracing the swirls of paint in pattern with his fingers gliding over his girl’s bare back. Her leg was thrown over his, her warm body pressed against his side.

His thoughts turned to Snow. Good, pure Snow, who would never let a man take her into a dark office with just one goal in mind, would never swallow a pill that would send her into oblivion. He admired her self-control in all things, even if he didn’t understand it, and longed for her sense of calmness that always seeped into his mind whenever he needed a break from the chaos of his life. In some strange, twisted way, his unexplainable connection with Snow was his true drug of choice.

“Earth to loverboy,” came a sultry voice at his side. Finn stirred, blinking out of his haze to find emerald eyes staring down at him. “You better be thinking that hard about me.”

A mischievous grin crossed his face. “Just remembering you bent over that desk.”

“Classy,” she laughed while shoving his shoulder, before resting her head in its crook.

Finn enjoyed the way she molded to him, as though she were made to fit him and only him. For a while he concentrated on memorizing her curves, the sound of her breath. The sentimental part of him hoped she would never forget him or this moment. It dawned on him then that he could, just maybe, make sure that didn’t happen.

His jacket lay in a crumpled heap next to him. Finn reached over and fished through the pockets until his fingers touched cool steel. “Here.”

The dark-haired vision at his side looked up at the object Finn held. It was a person, with a thin body of wire wrapped around wood, legs of twisted paperclips, and an oddly adorable head with tiny stone eyes. A giggle escaped when he made the figure walk up the arm she had draped across his chest, over her shoulder, and plant a kiss on her chin.

“What is this?” she asked, taking the figure from him. “Did you make this?”

“I was bored.” He said it nonchalantly, not wanting her to truly understand the meaning of his childhood hobby.

She lifted herself so she was staring down at him. In one hand she held the figure, tiptoeing it along the muscles lining his abdomen. “You have an interesting way of getting rid of said boredom. Can I keep him?”

“I made him for you.” Finn regretted the words as soon as they were spoken, hating how vulnerable they made him sound. He was considering saying something rude to counteract the sentiment when she suddenly leapt to her feet.

“Come on. Charlie’ll kill us if he finds us in here.”

She was giving him the out he wanted, and he could have loved her for it. Finn mimicked her move and rose, finding his clothes in the dimly lit office, not realizing he was being watched until he heard, “So, I came by your place the other night and you weren’t there. Is there some chick I’m gonna have to kick in the crotch?”

With a roll of his eyes, Finn pulled his shirt over his head. “No one but you, sexy.” He tugged her to him, gripping her still-bare ass to make her laugh. “Besides, I don’t live there anymore. I only stop by to check on Tommy.”

The response silenced her, so much so that Finn glanced up to find her staring at him with an expression mixed with worry and confusion. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“What do you mean, you don’t live there anymore?”

“I got my own place.”

“When?”

Exasperated, Finn tugged on his jeans and fastened the belt before moving on to his shoes. “I don’t tell you everything, babe. It just happened. I needed to get out of there and be on my own.”

She continued to stare at him, dark hair falling in messy waves around her face, then seemed to give up on whatever internal argument she was having with herself. “So,” she began, sidling up to him, “where is this new place?”

“Not in town.”

“Are you being vague on accident or do you just not want to tell me where your new place is?”

Now Finn paused in the act of dressing, leveling a stare over at his girl. She was standing there buck naked, arms crossed over her chest. He relented and said, “Not being vague on accident or on purpose. The new place just isn’t in town. I wanted to get farther away.”

“Then where is it?”

He shrugged on his jacket. “Silver City.”

“Silver City?” she repeated. “Never heard of it.”

“‘Cause you’ve never been out of this hellhole. There’s more to the world out there than this shit.” Before she could finish dressing, Finn pulled her in for a kiss, enjoying the way she formed to him. “Just gotta make some money, then I can bring Tommy, and maybe even move you in. To my room, of course.” He winked, getting a laugh out of the gorgeous girl next to him.