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To my anxious baddies, the overthinkers, and the ones who never feel quite good enough. Please know, you are beautiful and perfect, and this world is a whole lot better with you in it.
But this feels like I’m seeing a whole new side to him. A tender, protective side, and I’ll admit, daddy Finn does it for me.
“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.”
I imagine swallowing around his thick girth as he seats himself deep in my throat while I show him what a good boy I can be for daddy. How unraveled I can make him.
Finn Moore, my sister’s boyfriend and my boss, thought about kissing me. Holy fuck.
The way the word daddy sounded coming from him as it was directed to me. Why did that word send such a spark of heat down my spine?
Daddy Finn is mad…and I like it.
When it comes to sex, I’m very much a switch, but bottoming is my favorite. There’s something so delicious and arousing about being somebody’s hole to use. Feeling them fill me and fuck me, knowing that my body is the reason they’re overflowing with pleasure. Having somebody take charge, order me around, man handle me… There’s nothing like it.
What I would give to see a man as put together as Finn lose all control.
I’m walking into the unknown with Ash, and I don’t do well with that. Being in control is preferred, and nothing about the feelings swirling inside of me leaves me with any semblance of control.
Now that I’m actively trying to be more honest with myself, I can finally admit how beautiful Ash is. Not in the same way I would describe Violet to be beautiful, or Tucker’s mom. He’s not feminine, not really, but he’s a different kind of beauty.
There’s a part of me that wants to crawl in beside him and lay with him. Exist with him, without any of the confusion and the tension. Without expectation or questions that I don’t have the answer to.
“News flash, you’re in the wrong twin’s bed.”
“No, I’m not,” I breathe out, wrapping my palm around the back of his neck, and crashing my lips into his.
“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.”
“Suck my cock the way you like yours sucked, daddy. Show me what you got.”
I hate the way I still want him. The way I still replay the times we hooked up over and over obsessively, like they were life changing or something.
“I think daddy would like that too.” Err, what? “Why do you say that, bud?” “He smiles a lot now that you live with us.”
I need him in every way. Inside me. Filling me. Stretching me. I need his sweat to cling to my body. His deep, raspy moans to fill my ears. 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?”
“You’re chokin’ my cock with your tight fuckin’ ass,” I growl. “Such a good boy, taking daddy’s dick.”
“Fuck, I kinda love the sight of you bouncin’ on my cock first thing in the mornin’.” I bite back a grin. “You like the way my ass grips your fat cock, daddy?” Fingers digging into my flesh, he groans, the sound spurring me on. “Fuck yeah, I do.”
“You’re such a dirty man, daddy,” I purr with a smirk. “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.”
His nostrils flare as his wild gaze collides with mine. “I want your cum,” he growls. “I want it all. It’s mine. You’re mine.”
“No fuckin’ ignorin’ me,” he mutters, lifting his brow. I chuckle and stand up, offering him a mock solute before finding my shorts. “Yes, daddy.”
“I meant what I said the other night. You’re mine, Ash.” I swallow thickly. “Wasn’t sure if that was just something you said in the heat of the moment.” Finn holds my gaze, and the intensity staring back at me gives me goosebumps. “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?”
My chest feels cracked open, heart exposed, and instead of panic at the vulnerability, I feel nothing but overwhelmingly safe. I feel protected and taken care of. I feel cared for. And even if nothing ends up being okay in the end, even if my sister never forgives me, and even if my whole world just imploded before my eyes, at least I’m able to feel the warmth settle in my bones in the comfort of Finn’s arms.
He has me, truly has me, and I’ve never felt a sense of security like this before.
“Ash is family,” he states, so matter-of-factly. “And you look at him the same way the daddies in the movies look at the mommies. So, I thought maybe he would be my mommy.”
“I love you, Ash.” Each word is spoken clear and intentional. I need him to hear me, believe me, and know it’s him I choose. “I’ve fallen in love with you, and it’s something I never saw coming, but can’t imagine living without now. I don’t expect you to say it back if you’re not ready or you don’t feel the same, but I couldn’t go on another minute without you knowing how I felt. How real this is for me.”

