Chapter Thirteen

Tuesday – Southern Maryland

Melody

My day goes by uneventfully. Until around noon when I get a text from Finn.

Finn: I got called in early. I won't be here when you get home. But I thought about the munch, and I think you should go and have fun with your girlfriends.

Mel: Oh no. I was looking forward to kissing you goodbye before you left for work, and we still need to talk. Xoxo I finish my shift hoping Finn would still be at the house when I got home, but he is gone. I spend the early afternoon working out and watching TV for a bit. I have dinner, then crash on the couch with a glass of wine. Which turns into two, and then I’m pouring a third. Summer and Sam have both been busy all night, and they’re not responding to my messages, asking them to entertain me. I roll my eyes at my own neediness. Finally, I decide to run myself a bubble bath and relax before bed.

After I light some candles, I watch the steam rise off the top of the water and pour in an excessive amount of bubbles. The foam reaches the top of the tub but stops before spilling over onto the floor. Turning the water off, I slide into the hot bath. Once I’m settled in, I take a deep breath and relax. Letting the hot water soothe the sore muscles from my afternoon workout. I close my eyes and tip my head back on the edge of the tub.

I slide a hand down my stomach under the water and find my clit. I slowly circle it with expert fingers as I picture Finn in the room with me, my mouth on his dick. Sucking him hard until he is close to coming. I'm getting close to making myself come. Pausing, I take a sip of my wine, and I picture his cum on my breasts.

“Yes, sir,” I moan softly.

"What did I do, lass?"

I scream and nearly hit the ceiling. Jumping so high that water splashes out of the bathtub onto the floor. When I open my eyes, Finn is standing in the bathroom with me. The door is open behind him. He is wearing the blue BDU pants of his uniform, and his unlaced boots are still on. But he is shirtless, and he looks so damn sexy I think I may come just looking at him. Damn it! I was so close.

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" I practically yell at him, "What are you doing here?" He turns and looks behind him, then points to himself, pretending to be confused.

"Me? It's my house, lass. I think the better question is, what are you doing here?" he motions to me, the bathtub, half-empty wine glass, the candles, and my guilty face. I'm busted.

"Thinking about you, sir," I answer sweetly, batting my eyelashes at him and giggling. The wine is going to my head, and I can't help myself.

"What about me, love?" he asks with as much honey in his voice as I put in mine. When he steps towards me, I splash at him.

"Stay back," I say, giggling more. He grabs a towel off the rack and tosses it onto the floor to stop the puddle from my splashes slowly spreading across the tile. I watch as he slips off first one and then the other boot, setting them in the hall. While he uses his foot and the towel to mop up the spill.

"How much wine have you had, lady?"

"Enough, but not too much,” I proclaim, proud of myself for not slurring my words. I should have stopped at two glasses. But you're not supposed to be here. I scold Finn in my head.

"What 'er you are doing here?" Damn. I heard it that time. I'm in trouble. Yep. Big trouble.

"Why don't you get out of the bath and tell me what it was that you were doing and thinking about exactly. Maybe I can make it happen," Finn grabs another towel from the rack and holds it out for me with a wink.

Slowly, I stand and take a step out of the bathtub. I let him wrap me in the towel he is holding out in front of me. Then he kisses me on the lips and gently rubs me dry. I’m sitting on the edge of the bathtub and taking a sip from my wine when I catch myself staring directly at the bulge in his pants, licking my lips. Remembering the fantasy, I was playing out before he interrupted me.

“Tell me, lass,” he says, interrupting my train of thought, “do you think I didn’t see what you were doing when I came in? I don’t like asking twice. I asked you once already. What were you thinking about? Don’t you want to see if I can make all of your fantasies come true?” he teases me. I can hear the playfulness in his voice when he says, “Tell me.”

"Being your kumquat!" I proclaim proudly before I immediately jerk my head up and look at him as if he made me say this, and it is his fault. I stare at him blankly, confusion on my face.

"Kumquat?" he says, raising an eyebrow and smirking at me. Quietly I take another sip of wine. I'm halfway through my third glass now.

"Shh!" I chastise him. Squeezing my eyes closed and pressing my fingers to my temple. What's the word I'm looking for? It's not kumquat. That's a fucking fruit. What did I just say to him? Damnit, I'm busted for sure.

"Excuse me. Did you just shush me, lass?" he asks, kneeling in front of me and running his hand slowly up and down my leg. I open my eyes and peek at him. Damn, he is sexy, but I'm supposed to focus. What was he saying?

"How much wine did you say you had?" Finn points to the glass in my hand.

"Irrelevant!" I say with force, quickly adding, "Sir?" trying to be meek and cute. Hoping to distract him from my current state of drunkenness. I take another hurried sip of my wine.

"Mmm, too much," Finn says, reaching towards me, taking the glass from my hand.

"Cum-slut!" I shout with glee. He looks at me in shock. I look back at him with just as much surprise. Then quickly brush it off. "That's the word I was looking for, not kumquat," I say to his back as he sets my glass on the counter. I'm having a eureka moment and pointing to the ceiling as I emphasize the last two words.

"That's what you were thinking about, being my little cum-slut? Not being a kumquat?" I giggle, and he smirks at me again.

“Yes, sir.” Yes, not a kumquat. Damn Mel. Keep it together.

“Wait here.”

I watch him leave the bathroom and bite my lip at seeing his ass in those pants. I can hear him rummaging through a drawer in the bedroom. I start to wonder if he will be gone long enough for me to grab my wine glass and down the last half before he gets back. But I quickly decide against it. I’m pretty positive that I'd slip or trip on my way there in my state. I'm already getting off easy considering how much I drank. I shushed him and then told him my alcohol intake was irrelevant.

I hope I’m getting off easy. Soon Finn comes back into the bathroom holding a small black tube. It takes me a while to figure out what is in his hand. Then I realize it is a black marker.

"Wha's that for?" I slur. The wine is hitting me harder now since I was practically guzzling it, trying to get it down before he took it away. I glanced from his hand to his face a couple more times, and I see him actually roll his eyes at me. Hypocrite much, Big Bad?

"Stand up," he says, and helps me steady myself next to the bathtub, then kneels down in front of me.

“Wait,” I say as I hold onto his shoulders as he unwraps my towel from around me and starts writing across my abdomen. “Finn. Look at me.”

I’m still sober enough to know we need to talk about yesterday and our next move before we end up in the same boat we did before. Looking up, he meets my eyes, and his are brown. He holds my gaze.

“It’s me, Mel. This is for you, and I’m not going to lose control, love. I’m in control, and I’m going to stay that way. I promise.” I nod at his words, trusting him.

He starts just under my breasts, across my ribs, and slowly writes with the marker on my skin. I peer down at him, but my breasts and his head are blocking me from being able to see what he is writing at all. The marker tickles as he moves it over my skin. He is finishing up now. Dotting the I's and crossing his T's. I muse to myself and giggle again.

"There." He caps the marker with a flourish and stands quickly. Taking me by the shoulders as he turns me towards the mirror. I can see him standing behind me, smiling. His hands are resting on my shoulders, he is a foot taller than me, and I look tiny in front of him. I look down and try to make sense of the backward writing on my body. Then it hits me.

"Are you serious? Is that even how you spell it!" I squeal. Because written in his perfect handwriting across my ribs just under my breasts is the word Kumquat.

He bends his head to mine and softly but forcefully says into my ear, "Sir." I get goosebumps across my entire body and nod.

"Yes, sir," I say. Focused now.

"Good. Now be quiet, kumquat, and turn around," he tells me as he turns me by my shoulders. "I'm going to make you my kumquat." He is smiling as I look up at him.

The sweet feeling inside me builds again because I know what he is telling me. With gentle pressure on my shoulders, signaling me to kneel, Finn positions himself in front of me. I lower myself to my knees and watch as he unbuttons the fly of the blue BDUs I love to see him in. I can see the outline of his cock bulging against them as he works his fingers over the buttons, and I know he is already hard. I lick my lips with anticipation. I love to suck his dick. As soon as he frees himself from his pants, I reach forward and grab his hips with my hands, taking him in my mouth, and I can hear him chuckle, "My kumquat," as he runs his hands through my hair.

As I suck his cock hard, I moan. I'm horny and ready to come. Just having him in my mouth makes me want to orgasm. I love the taste of him, the smooth skin, and the feeling of him in my mouth. He takes one hand from my head and reaches down to my breasts, grabbing one and then twisting my nipple firmly between his finger and thumb. I moan again as the pleasure shoots from my nipple down to my clit. I was so close before. I’m aching now. Without thinking, I start to reach down towards my wet pussy. But I stop and place my hand facing upward on my thigh, not touching myself without permission.

"Good girl. You can touch yourself, lass." Finn grants me the permission I was waiting for. He doesn't have to tell me twice. I slide my hand down the inside of my thigh and up the folds of my dripping pussy. I quickly start circling my clit with my fingers. With my other hand, I cup his balls and begin to tug and massage them with the same rhythmic movements I use on my clit and on his cock as I take in the full length over and over again.

I'm moaning again, and I hope he knows I'm close. I'm going to come quickly since I was already so close before, and I want to taste his cum in my mouth while I come. Forcing myself to hold him in my throat for a moment. I slowly back off and slide my tongue up the underside of his dick as I go. Then flick it across the head, licking off the drop of pre cum settled there. I pause for a moment before I swirl my tongue around the head and suck hard, pulling him into my mouth again.

I can hear him moan and look up to see his head tilted back and eyes closed.

"You're trying to make me come, little kumquat. You want my cum, don't you?" Finn asks, looking down at me.

I nod and keep up my pace as he reaches down and twists my hardened nipples in his fingers again. I cry out, squeeze my eyes closed, trying not to come without being told, and hear his heavy breathing, "I want your cum. Come for me, Melody," he growls low.

I know he is holding back and trying not to climax. I want to push him now. But the moment he says my name, I explode with a cry, making myself squirt with the force of the built-up orgasm. I hear my cum hitting the floor. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back. I have to arch my back, and my chest is presented to him. I watch as his cum shoots from the glistening end of his cock and hits me, hot on my chest. Slowly I circle my clit as aftershocks shake my body. Looking up through hooded eyes, I can see Finn’s head thrown back, coming on me still.

He drops my head, and I lean forward and take him in my mouth. Slowly sucking, gently trying to get every last drop out of him.

"See. You are a kumquat,” he says as if to say I told you so.

I finish laving the last drops of cum from his cock, and sit back on my heels. Instinctively I reach for my towel on the ground next to his feet, but he slides it away before I can get it. I look up questioningly.

"Leave it. You will let it dry and be my kumquat all day tomorrow, and when you go to the munch with your friends." I look back down at my chest and see his cum running down the front of my body, over the word written in bold black letters. Some is starting to dry already. I’m his kumquat, and he is still my Finn.

“You did it,” I say softly. I smile at Finn. His eyes are still deep chocolate brown. He runs his thumb along my jaw.

“We did it,” he says back to me and meets my smile with one of his own. “You ground me.”

We lie wrapped in each other's arms, and I run my fingers through his hair, sleepy but still wanting to talk things through. “Yesterday,” I say finally, “you didn’t even try to fight it.” I realize now that this is what hurt me the most. Not that he lost the battle with his inner Alpha, but that he didn’t fight to try to stop it. You didn’t fight for me.

“No. I didn’t. I wanted to see what would happen. You’re so adamant that I won’t hurt you. I knew if I needed to, I could stop myself. I know that now. But I wanted to see what would happen if I let go completely,” he pauses and cups my chin, turning my face up to his. He lets out a low breath. “I’m sorry I didn’t discuss it with you first. But you were right. I don’t think any part of me could ever hurt you, love.

“I’ve spent a long time fighting the wolf and who I am. I should have trusted myself sooner. But it took you trusting me to show me that I could. I’m not sure I will always have perfect control over it. But I know you will be safe even if I lose the battle to be in control. No matter what.”

I smile at him. “Thank you for telling me now. I know this doesn’t mean we are through the hardest part yet. But I’m glad you’re willing to try for us.” I reach up and kiss Finn. Then snuggle into the crook of his arm and sleep peacefully.