Finn (The Moore Men, #1)

by Ashley James

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.

“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.”

Finn Moore, my sister’s boyfriend and my boss, thought about kissing me. Holy fuck.

I’m nearly thirty years old. I think if I was attracted to men, I would’ve realized it before now.

“Make sure you think about me tonight when you fuck her.”

Now that I’m actively trying to be more honest with myself, I can finally admit how beautiful Ash is.

“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.”

“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?”

“Your eyes are beautiful,” Finn murmurs, thumb tracing along my cheekbone. The touch is featherlight, his tone tender. “I could stare into them all day and not be any less amazed by them.”

“Fuck, you smell so damn good,” he groans, bringing his lips up to capture mine. His tongue hungrily delves into my mouth, making my head dizzy. “I don’t fuckin’ get it. I’ve never been turned on by the scent of a man, but with you, it’s like I can’t get enough.”

I need Finn Moore viscerally. Carnally. Religiously. I need him to turn me inside out. To ruin me. “Finn…” His name falls off my lips like a prayer. Bringing his lips beside my ear, he flicks his tongue out before asking, “What, baby?” Baby. My lungs cease to function for way too long as my mind replays that one singular word on a loop.

“I need you,” he grits out, nails biting into the flesh on my thighs as he spreads my legs wider. “I need to be inside you already, Ash. I can’t take it.” Letting go of his cock, I lie back and gaze up at him, completely unable to believe that this is happening. “So, fuck me, daddy.”

“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.”

“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.”

“Yes,” he snarls through bared teeth. “Yes, what?” A smile curls my lips, the need to hear him say it gripping me like a vise. 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.”

“Say it again,” he growls, his heated gaze boring into me. Fuck, my body really likes the way he sounds. “I like you.” He smirks, causing my stomach to do a whole ass somersault. “I like you too,” he offers so casually.

“You say I’m yours, then fucking prove it.” “Fuck,” he growls, capturing my lips again. “I can’t…” Kiss. “Get…” Kiss. “Enough…” Kiss. “Of you.”

“I’m gonna need you to suck my cock real good and make me come, but you can’t swallow when I do. Can you do that for me, daddy?” His brows furrow in the most adorable way. “Why can’t I swallow?” “Because…” Fisting my dick, I guide the tip to his lips. “You’re going to use my cum as lube when you fuck me.”

“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?”

“Daddy, I have a question.” “Okay. Let’s hear it, bug.” “Is Ash going to be my mommy?” Air getting lodged in my throat, I cough, pounding a fist to my chest. “What do you mean by that?” I ask, curiosity welling up inside me. “Well, you know how in movies, some families have a mommy and a daddy?” “Yeah…” “Our house only has a daddy,”

“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.”

“I love you,” he breathes into my mouth in between kisses, and my heart explodes at hearing him say those words to me. “I love you.” His tongue rolls against mine, my skin on fire.

“I’m goin’ to show you how much I love you, Ash. I’m goin’ to love on every inch of your body, tattoo my touch along your skin, brand your heart with mine.”