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“For what it’s worth, you’re a good daddy,” I say, my eyes widening and flying over to Finn when I realize what I just said. His lips are parted as he watches me with furrowed brows. “Oh my fuck. Dad!” I sputter. “I meant to say you’re a good dad.” I can feel how red my face is, and I’m waiting on bated breath for him to react, but what he does say takes me all the way by surprise. Finn cocks his head to the side, lip curled into a half-smirk. “I am a good daddy.”
“News flash, you’re in the wrong twin’s bed.” His jealousy and anger shouldn’t turn me on, but it does. So much so that I move without giving it much thought, not letting me talk myself out of doing what I want. I know I said I would talk to him, and I will, but right here, right now, I want to let my body guide me. Want to act on pure instinct with Ash, do what feels right without second guessing and questioning it every step of the way. “No, I’m not,” I breathe out, wrapping my palm around the back of his neck, and crashing my lips into his.
“Why the fuck are you in here, Finn? What do you want from me?” The growl, the rasp to his tone, and the way he can’t seem to keep his lips off me has me unraveling. “I don’t know,” I grit out. “I want… I want you. I don’t fuckin’ understand it, Ash, but I want you.”
Sex with women has always been easy for me. I learned a long time ago how to please them. But this is all new, and I quickly realize how badly I want to do a good job. Not even for me, but for Ash.
“Started out the night with your girlfriend, and you’re ending it in her twin brother’s bed.” He chuckles darkly, sending a fresh wave of goosebumps along my flesh. “You’re naughty, daddy.”
me. I want you to make a mess for me.
My mind is still a mess, no less confused than I was before, but at least now I’m being honest with myself and giving myself the space to figure it out. Whatever that may be. For tonight, though, I’m going to allow myself the grace to find comfort in Ash’s body against mine because, no matter how confusing it may be, it also feels right. That has to mean something.
“My mommy,” he says again, this time his eyes finding mine. “I don’t have one, and how cool would it be if you were?”
I need Finn Moore viscerally. Carnally. Religiously. I need him to turn me inside out. To ruin me.
“I think it’s ’bout time I fucked that sass out of you, don’t you think? Show you what this fat cock can really do?”
“Fucking your nanny before anyone else is awake. What would people think?” With a deep groan, he tightens his grip on my waist and uses it to guide my movements. “Fuck what they think,” he growls. “You’re mine.”
“This may be new for me, and it may have taken a while for me to figure it out, but I’m not a man who says shit he doesn’t mean. I meant it.”
“Nobody but me will ever get to feel this tight, needy ass grip their cock or their fingers, nobody will ever taste your cum on their tongue, and fuckin’ nobody will ever get to enjoy the sight of you choking on their cock.” Each statement is driven home with a violet snap of his hips. “Nobody will ever get you because you’re mine.”
“Listen to me,” he rasps, the tightness in his voice giving away how close he must be too. “You’re mine, Ash. I choose you. Do you fuckin’ hear me, baby?”
He has me, truly has me, and I’ve never felt a sense of security like this before.
