Chapter 14

"Because she got dicked real good!" Sam yelled back through cupped hands. I rolled my eyes while groaning in embarrassment. It's a public beach for fucks sake.





"I hate all of you. Why am I friends with any of you?" I questioned while scrubbing my hands over my face to try and hide my blush. It didn't hurt anymore but I guess I was still walking a little funny.



"Because we're basically obligated to spend time together." Finn said as he and Chris put an arm over each of my shoulders. God they must work out a lot, those are heavy ass arms. Okay, I knew they worked out a lot, I was there for most of it, but still.



"Doesn't mean I have to like you." I replied and laid out a blue towel when we reached the majority of the team. I wasted no time stripping down and laying down to tan. I put my sunglasses on and leaned back, all while watching Finn's eyes run over my body. I would fuck him if he weren't an asshole. Sucks to be him, I guess.



"Oh come on. You like all of us. We're the better choice. Especially compared to the girls team." Finn snorted and sat down in the sand on my right. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. His bent knees were in front of his chest, wresting his arms on them.



"What do you mean?" I asked while raising an eyebrow. Despite the fact that I was laying down, he was at just the right angle for me to watch him.



"The girls team?" I nodded. He let out an amused huff if air. "The girls varsity team? God, they all hate each other. The only time they can stand each other is when they're high. Which is all the time actually, so maybe they do get along." He joked with a twinkle in his eye before sobering up. "But no. Seriously, they're all on something at any given point in time. But it's just this years batch. It's not usually like that." Finn said and stretched his arms over his head before leaning back on his elbows and flattening he legs out in front of him.



Chris and Sam had joined the soccer game by now, leaving Finn and I alone on this portion of sand. Here we are, having a nice civil conversation. I tried to convince myself that it was because he had a change of heart but I knew it was only because we were alone. Guaranteed we won't be getting along this time on monday. He was so confusing. Regardless, I keep the conversation going. I enjoyed our time together when he was nice.



"You know what I realized yesterday?"



"That Anthony's basically an snapping turtle?"



I couldn't help but snort unattractively at that one. "No. I realized I don't know literally anyone but this team and Al."



"Why is that a problem?" He asked curiously. By now his head was rested on someone's drawstring bag because he was to lazy to take out a towel. His ankles were crossed and his fingers laced together over his abs.



"What if I want to hang out will other people?"



"You won't. Trust me, we're your best options." He answered cockily but dead serious at the same time.



"And what makes you think that?"



"Here's how I see it, and barewith me. I know you're a little slow sometimes." I reached out and flung my arm at him. I'm guessing by the sound and the feeling of my broken hand, I had hit his chest pretty hard. "God, woman! I'm breakable!" He exclaimed as his chest contracted in shock before relaxing again. "Anyway, you've been here for two months. We've been here for 17 years. I think we know who is worth hanging out with."



I rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see it. "And how would I learn that for myself if you guys claimed me as your social pariah?" I asked while raising an eyebrow.



"Guess you'll just have to take my word for it."



"I'm not even going to dignify that with a response."聽 I closed my eyes, intent on relaxing when I felt my glasses being pulled off my face. I opened one eye and watched Finn put them on the towel. He looked in my eyes, serious as ever, and asked me a question that almost made my eyes bulge.



"You still sore?"



He had confidence, I'll give him that. "Not really..." I replied hesitantly. The Advil and bath had helped along with some stretching.



"Good. Because I'm feeling very clich茅." He stated. Before I could ask what he meant, his arms wrapped around my waist and picked me up off the ground while throwing my body over his shoulder. I knew from experience that he was stronger than me and I wouldn't be able to get free but that didn't stop my protesting.



Finn didn't even have to run. He just walked as I squirmed in his grip and tried to kick him. My knee caught his abdomen but he just repositioned his hand from my waist to the back of my upper thighs.聽 "Finn, I swear to god. It's fucking October in Connecticut. I will kill you if you drop me in the water!"



He just laughed and I'm pretty sure the cocky bastard waved to the guys playing soccer . There was a few whistles, probably from Jameson and Sam from looking at my ass.



I had stopped struggling and instead wrapped my strong arms around his waist in an attempt to hold myself up when he tried to drop me. His feet touched the cold water and it splashed up onto my hot skin when he walked. I shivered and cussed Finn out even more while tightening my grip around his firm waist.



The water was at his mid thigh when he stopped walking. He tried to throw me off but my grip on his core was menacing. I felt his hands move from my legs to my hips to get a better grip. His thumbs pressed my jutting hip bones and his fingers were half on my butt. Before I could think about it too much, he used those power lifting arms and lifted all 150lbs of me off his body and and over his head like I was a fucking dead lift.



I squealed and squirmed before he let go and stepped back. I fell into the water and my skin prickled in goose bumps. It engulfed me like the frigid air of December when you get in your car in the morning. My muscles tensed and my eyes screwed closed. My feet found the sand and I sprung myself out from under water.



I didn't even care about my pride when I sprung up and jumped on Finn, wrapping my legs around his waist and holding myself out of the water using his body. Finn was laughing the whole time, despite the shiver that went down his spine when my freezing cold skin touched his scorching chest.



"You bastard!" I gasped and wrapped my arms around his neck tighter. I didn't realize the position we were in until his hands moved to get a better grip on me. My brain still wasn't functioning due to the cold but that didn't mean I couldn't feel his warm hands holding me by where my ass met my legs.



I had to be honest when I said that I had imagined his touch when he was spotting me but now that it was happening I was frozen and it probably wasn't due to my shivering body. My breasts were pushed up against his upper pectorals/collar bones and his face was practically in my neck.



"Damn. You're fucking cold." He muttered.



"No shit!" I exclaimed, now clinging to him for warmth more than anything.



"To bad I hate you more than I love myself." He said loudly before I felt his knees give way as he dunked us both under water again. I detached myself from him quicker than I attached and sprung out of the water again and stood on my tippy toes, even though the water was still up to my waist.



I opened my eyes wide as well as my mouth as I looked at Finn in shock as he emerged with a wicked grin on his beautiful face. "You did not just quote American Housewife before throwing me into the water."



"And if I did?" He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms with a defiant look.



"Then you're not only an asshole, but you have horrible taste in television. Out of the Connecticut baised comedies, The Mick is way better." I complained while rubbing my arms even though it wasn't warming me up.



"Yeah but it's not as accurate. Westport is way more pompous then Greenwich." He said casually.



"Pompous my ass. The Mick is still better." I shivered while shaking my head at me. I can't believe I'm arguing with this idiot over tv shows after he just drenched me not once, but twice.



"You know. I hear the cold helps with sore muscles." He had that perverted look that made it impossible to ignore his statement so I hit him again like I had on the beach.



I started wading to the shore and Finn followed. "You're just jealous Anthony hit it and you didn't." I teased and seethed at the same time. I wasn't sure which one was more prevalent. Finn took it as the former.



"Yeah? I think your disappointed it was Anthony and not me. After all, you had those eyes locked on me."



"I was glaring."



"Whatever you tell yourself to sleep at night, sweetheart." Finn whispered in my right ear before walking up the sand before me, leaving me at the waterline, very flustered and confused.



I hate to say it, but I think I wanted Finn Riley as much as I hated him.