Finn did in fact torture me for the next three hours in what became painfully obvious was a lot of sex. We were so wrapped up in each other that we completely lost track of time and forgot that Jason was coming home. He claimed he had walked in the door and heard way too much in the time it took him to find his headphones and blast his music. Supposedly, we were very loud.
I didn't doubt that. I was practically screaming at the top of my lungs by the time we were almost done. The neighborhood probably though someone was legitimately being murdered.
The first time I had hooked up with Finn, I had said that one hour with him was like four hours with anyone else. That was especially obvious today. The pain between my legs was very similar to what I had felt with Anthony that fateful morning when Finn teased me.
I suppose in retrospect, that pain was nothing compared to my miscarriage or my rape. After the rape, I legitimately could not move without screaming in pain even after my medication. Between the affects of the OxyContin on my stomach and my refusal to be coddled, I made that weekend Finn's personal hell. He never complained, but he certainly wasn't having fun.
I took Advil when I woke up but that was about it. First, I was going to make Finn breakfast. I loved to cook so it wasn't a big deal aside from the pain in my core, but I wasn't sitting so it wasn't too bad. I knew Finn was taking us somewhere for dinner and he would refuse to let me pay so this was the least I could do.
But I couldn't complain too much. Most of the time we split checks or if one person paid, the other one would pick up the next tab. We rarely ever went on 'date' dates that weren't just us grabbing a bite at a burger joint so he didn't insist on paying too often. Fancy dinners weren't really our thing either. We liked to goof around and have fun with each other, not go to an upscale place were we are the youngest ones because we were trust fund babies.
Speaking of which, that was honestly the only way I could justify him buying me anything or else I'd feel even more guilty. Finn's grandparents were multimillionaires in the real-estate business which his father inherited a great deal off cash from. His uncle ultimately took over the business when George became a hotshot corporate lawyer. Between the 15 years his mom worked as a contract lawyer, his dads job, and his dads inheritance, it's fair to say that my boyfriend was fucking loaded.
Despite my father's over 30 years as a CFO with a 7 figure salary and my 5 million dollar Nike contract, I still wasn't anywhere near the secret funds Finn had. I hadn't even known about how much he truly had until we were talking about apartments if we had a baby. My bank account could comfortably float anyone into their mid 30's, but for every dollar I had, Finn had two or three.
We were both saving for the future though. We wanted to live a somewhat normal life, working, eating ramen in our one bedroom apartment, and all that other shit college kids have to worry about. It might sound odd, but we would enjoy our funds later in life as opposed to now.
Anyway, I was in the middle of making crepes when Jason scared the crap out of me when he closed the door to the fridge. I didn't even know he was in the room until I spun around like I saw a ghost and he smiled sheepishly. The dark haired boy had on a T-shirt and shorts along with his sneakers along with a water bottle in his hand. "Going for a run?"
"Yeah. I'll probably see you in an hour. If you have any extra of those will you save em' for me?" He asked while gesturing at the stove with the water bottle.
"Of course," I assured him. "Gotta get your carbs in while Coach isn't here to yell at us."
"Exactly. I'll see you." Jason nodded at me and left the kitchen. I turned back to the stove and poured some batter in when I heard the door close.
I got back into my grove of pour, flip, plate. I couldn't help but start to sing under my breath like I usually did when I was cooking. I'm pretty sure I sucked but I still liked to do it. "I'm on a submarine mission for you baby. I feel the way you were going. I pictured you up on my TV screen. I feel your undercurrent flowing. Submission; going down down, dragging me down. Submission; I can't tell ya what I've found."
I was moving my head to the imaginary guitar and drums when a voice joined in on the next line. "You've got me pretty deep baby. I can't figure out your watery love. I gotta solve your mystery. You're setting it out in heaven above." Once again, my shoulders tensed in surprise and I whipped around to see my shirtless boyfriend leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his broad chest. A small smile graced his lips from watching me make a fool of myself.
I rolled my eyes with a lazy smile and returned to flipping the last of the crepes while singing the rest of the song with Finn. I'd just finished, placing the pan in the stove when Finn picked up the bowl and put it in the sink. "Submission; going down down, dragging me down. Submission; I can't tell ya what I've found. For there's a mystery. Under the sea. And an octopus rock. Under the water."
His hands found my hips through his T-shirt as Finn pulled my body into his so we were chest to chest when my butt hit the countertop. "You know that song was supposed to be about bondage and sadomasochism right?" Finn asked with a cocky smirk. My arms wrapped around his neck.
I smirked back, knowing that I knew the answer. "Because Malcom McLaren owned a sex shop and thought it would be cool but Johnny hated his manager so they wrote it about a submarine instead."
Finn laughed lightly. "I love that you know all this useless shit."
"You knew it too."
"Point taken." That pearly white smile and those dimples could bring me to my knees any day. "Happy anniversary, baby." He said before kissing me softly.
"Happy anniversary, Finn. I love you more than I love breathing." I whispered before resting my head on his pectorals.
"I love you too. You're my everything."
We pulled apart after sharing another kiss. I returned to the plate of crepes. "How do you want your crepes?" I asked Finn as I heard him filing the coffee pot with water.
"However you're having them." He replied while grabbing the tin of Folgers from the above head cabinet next to the fridge.
I brushed the crepes with browned butter before sprinkling some sugar over the surface to provide a crunch and rolling them into rolls. I put three on each plate to start. If there was one thing I'd learned in our year of dating, it's that Finn could eat.
I set them on the counter just as the coffee finished brewing. Finn poured me a cup of black coffee and himself one with a splash of milk. He liked creamier drinks especially smoothies or those damn protein shakes. I absolutely hated them. I liked my liquids thin. Like hot chocolate? He makes his with milk and I use water.
I sat down on the stool gingerly, wincing slightly before finding a slightly comfortable way to sit. Considering everything my vagina went through in the past 13 months, I'm surprised it hasn't fallen out yet.
Finn joined me at the island and we dug in. "Thanks for breakfast, Sylvia. It's really good."
I smiled warmly. "No problem. You know I like to cook."
"I might have to go to the gym after this." Finn groaned in agony. "Coach is going to kill us when we all show up fat and out of shape from the holidays."
I snorted humorlessly. "You have fun working out. I think your sadomasochistic stunt from yesterday has me worn out."
The corners of Finn's lips turned down slightly, a normal person wouldn't notice but I did. "Does it hurt a lot?"
It was kind of cute that he was concerned. The only other time I'd had sex for four hours straight was with Antony but he wasn't nearly as talented or aggressive as Finn. The amount of orgasms I had and the fact that there were no lubrication issues was a miracle in my book. "Would it turn you on if I said yes?" I taunted with a raised eyebrow before taking a sip of my hot coffee.
Finn scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I told you, I'm not a sadomasochist."
"Says the man who tortured me with a vibrator for an hour. Not to mention the large hand shaped bruise on my ass." I watched him subconsciously smirk to himself. "Oh? Now you're proud of yourself?" I asked sarcastically. I didn't even mention the hickeys between my legs, on my neck, and my breasts.
"What?" Finn said defensively. "My back looks like I legitimately got mauled by a tiger and I think that's sexy as fuck. Same goes for the handprint." Regrettably, my face was one of agreeance when I bit my lip while recalling the things he had done to me. Fuck. "See? Look at you, smiling like an idiot."
I couldn't help but groan and look up at the white ceiling. "God? Why do I love this dick?"
"Well, it is an amazing dick incase you didn't have time to realize yesterday. Although I'd say you live the whole son of a bitch."
Lord help me, I'm in love with an imbecile.