Camera Shy (Lessons in Love, #1)(123)

Again, soft…smooth…smaller than Finn’s. The kissing is okay, but I clam up when I think about where else she’s going to want to put her tongue.

Oh, shit. I don’t know if I can do this.

“Avery,” Cass says lowly but firmly as she grabs my left breast and gently squeezes. “No offense to Nora, but you are honestly the most delicious woman Finn has ever been with.”

Uh-oh. This woman is smart. She’s playing right into my praise kink. The flutter in my chest begins to change. Apprehension dips slightly toward excitement.

“You are such a fucking woman. I’m obsessed. And I’m really excited to be your first.” Cass switches to my right breast and slips her hand under the cup, finding my hard nipple. “Lie back, hon.”

It’s right as my head hits the sofa cushion that I hear the door creak open.

“What the fuck is going on?”

Oh no.

Finn’s tone can only be described as shock and anger.





35


Finn





I should’ve broken that fucker’s jaw. I wanted to so bad. But what stopped me was the look on Avery’s face as Cass pulled her away. She wasn’t squeamish or scared. Instead, she was inquisitive. She was studying me, waiting to see what kind of man I was.

Even when she was out of sight and Morgan was on his feet again, trying to provoke me, all I could think about was Avery watching me succumb to past hurts. Hurts I’m healing from, because of her. I’m tired of fighting the past. I just want to focus on the future.

So I walked away.

I searched for her everywhere. I even had someone go into the women’s restroom and call out Avery’s name, but nothing. It finally dawned on me where Cass might take her—she’s high and horny and has a one-track mind. I thought I made it clear that Avery and I weren’t into that.

Or are we?

When I opened the door to the champagne room, all I saw was Cass, on top of my girl, her tongue down her throat, and her hand on Avery’s tit. Maybe I should be aroused, but at the moment, I’m just kind of pissed.

“What the fuck is going on?” I ask.

“What the fuck do you think is going on?” Cass snarks back at me. “Watch your tone, Finn, or you won’t be invited,” she says as she climbs off Avery and proceeds to tinker with the fog machine in the corner of the room. This is how Cass likes to fuck. In a hallucinogenic hippie’s dream. I hate that damn machine. It makes it impossible to see anything.

“Are you okay?” I ask Avery and she nods. Outside of looking startled by my entrance, she seems fine. I think.

“Is Morgan on a stretcher in the back of an ambulance?” Cass asks over her shoulder. I notice Avery’s eyes dart to my knuckles. They’re still red from one good lick on that piece of shit.

“Security showed him out. I didn’t hit him again.”

“That’s a shame,” Cass mutters.

I take a seat next to Avery and she scooches to her right to make room for me. I yank her right back into my chest territorially. Kissing the side of her head, I ask her, “What’re you doing in here? Are you seriously trying to hook up with Cass?”

Avery chuckles nervously. “She said it’s her birthday tradition, so I figured—why not?”

I grunt in irritation. “It’s not a tradition. Her libido just goes into hyperdrive on her birthday.”

“Are you mad at me?” Avery asks.

Immediately, I cradle her cheek, pulling her soft green eyes to mine. “Baby, no. Not at all. I just figured we’d talk about something like this first.”

“It was a spur-of-the-moment thing,” she mumbles. “You like this, though, right? Or do you not like this with me?”

I’m at a loss for words because this feels like a trap.

No, I don’t like this with you because you’re mine. And I don’t want to share you. I don’t want anyone else, man or woman, touching you, kissing you, looking at you. I want your pleasure to come from me, and me alone.

I want that part of Avery all to myself, but I promised her I wouldn’t keep her in the box. Not like Mason did. I’m supposed to be helping her learn to be brave and confident, and ask for what she wants.

“I only like it if you do. So do you want to do this?”

Our stares are locked as I tighten my arm around her, and it seems like we’re both hoping the other will call uncle. But for some reason, we don’t, so I don’t fight it when Avery says, “No harm in trying, right?”

“Okay.”

She rubs my cock through my jeans and I put my lips on hers and kiss her sweetly.

“Mmm,” she says, “much better.”

“What?” I ask against her lips.

“Nothing.” She pulls away to give me a small smile. “Your lips are starting to feel like home.”

“Mm,” I moan. I couldn’t have said it better myself. “Well, come home then, Queen.”

I hook my hand under her thigh and pull her astride my lap. Our hips lock together as she rests her weight on me. I love when she does that. It’s the ultimate trust. She used to awkwardly hover over me, embarrassed of her weight. It took almost a whole damn summer, but it seems like she’s finally trusting me when I tell her I love every smooth curve and bump on her body. She can get bigger, smaller, or stay exactly the same and I will be obsessed with every single version of this woman I’ve fallen for.