Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
I burrowed deeper into him, and because Aidan said it, I believed him.
I went to sleep between my Sir’s legs, with a smile on my face.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Aidan
I hadn’t been able to sleep. It wasn’t anything Finley had done wrong. He’d done everything right. I was in awe of him, of his openness and eagerness to submit to me. He had given himself to me willingly and fervently, in a way that made me not only proud, but honored.
When I closed my eyes, though, I thought of the little girl I’d lost that night, of my sisters and my mom, who had been gone for so many years now. It was something I still wasn’t over, even though I’d spent my entire adult life trying to save people because I couldn’t save them.
And when I wasn’t thinking about my past, I was thinking about the boy snuggled in the middle of my thighs. I’d spent a year fooling myself, telling myself that Finley and I wouldn’t end up exactly where we were…and for what? Because of how my father treated my mother? I knew I wasn’t him, but I still stood by my decision to let Finley have some kind of independence before I possessed him completely. He would always know he had a choice.
It was almost time for his alarm to ding, so I reached over, plucked his phone from the nightstand, and turned it off. It had been a long night for him. He needed the extra rest. At one point, I tried to slip from the bed, but he clung to me, whispered my name softly three times, and then promptly went silent again.
I continued to lie there because it was obviously where he needed me to be. I thought of our previous night and the things I shared with him, telling him about my family when I’d never shared that with another soul. And the way Finley had…cried for me—that was what it had felt like; as if some of his tears could absolve me from my pain. It was a beautiful thing I wouldn’t soon forget.
At around nine I knew I couldn’t stay in bed any longer. I ran my fingers through his hair, down the pretty arch of his spine. “Finley, it’s time to wake up.”
He moaned and snuggled into my groin. The boy really loved my scent.
“Finley.” I lightly tapped his head. As if I’d somehow sent an electric current through him, he shot up to sitting, eyes wide.
“Oh my God. I’m so sorry! I slept in. I don’t know how I did that.” He almost tumbled out of bed, but I grabbed hold of him and kept him in place.
“You slept late because I turned off your alarm. You needed the rest, so there’s nothing to apologize for.”
“Oh. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Come on. We’ll go downstairs, make breakfast, then talk.”
I helped him from the bed and walked to the bathroom. Finley followed behind. His eyes didn’t leave me the whole time I took a piss. They weren’t on my face either. When I moved to wash my hands, he seemed to snap out of it and went to the restroom himself and washed. “Put on a pair of sweats or pajama pants, a T-shirt, and no underwear. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”
“Yes, Sir. Can I brush my teeth first?”
“Yes.” I went to the en suite in my bedroom, brushed, then slipped on a tee and a pair of basketball shorts.
Finley was already in the kitchen making coffee when I arrived. “We’ll make breakfast together, something simple like eggs and toast.”
“I…” he began as if he was going to argue, but settled on, “Yes, Aidan.”
So we did. I allowed Finley to make the scrambled eggs, and I handled the toast. A few minutes later we sat at the table, with food, coffee, and orange juice.
“Can we talk about last night yet?” he asked eagerly, and I chuckled.
“After we eat.”
He hurriedly scooped a bit of eggs into his mouth.
“How’s your throat? Is it tender? I used you pretty roughly for your first time.”
“It’s a bit tender but not bad at all.”
“We’ll work on it, more slowly. We can also get you another dildo that you can use to practice deep-throating.”
His face flushed a pretty pink. “Okay. I’d like that.”
I nodded, and we ate our breakfast. Then I waited for him to do the dishes because I knew it would stress him out not to. As much as Finley wanted to talk about last night, he also deeply worried about disappointing me and not taking care of his responsibilities, so I made sure he was able to.
I led him to the living room afterward, where there was a rug beneath the couch because I knew being at my feet would be where he was most comfortable for this conversation, and I wanted to protect his knees.