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 paper-cut my finger when I folded it up. “Shit.” I shoved it into my pocket and sucked on the injury. Ian came back, paid, and we said our goodbyes.
I felt the paper, like a weight in my pocket, the whole drive home.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Aidan
I smelled coffee and had a feeling someone had slipped into the room with me this morning.
I rolled over and looked up. It wasn’t until Finley smiled at me, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer trunks, coffee in hand, that I realized I was smiling too. That I had been smiling from the moment I’d smelled the beverage and known he had come in.
“Good morning,” he said. “I woke up early, practiced my deep-throating, and made coffee. Is it okay that I woke you?”
I chuckled, sitting up. “When someone comes into the room with coffee and tells you they sucked a dildo for you, it’s impossible for it not to be okay. Sit.” I patted the bed.
Finley handed me the mug, and I took a sip as he settled on the bed beside me.
“Why couldn’t you sleep?” It was the weekend, and he was allowed to get out of bed later then.
“I don’t know. My mind was buzzing, so I thought I’d get up and start the day.”
It was something I was fairly familiar with—trouble sleeping, that is. With my schedule and being on call sometimes, it was hard to get my body to rest when it should. “What do you want to do today?”
Finley shrugged. “Whatever you want. I just want to spend the day with you. Is David still coming over for dinner tonight?”
“Yes, he is. Do you have homework?”
Finley shook his head.
I glanced at the clock to see it was only eight. It wasn’t often that Finley and I went out together. It wasn’t often that he went out at all, unless it was for school, to run errands, or to have the occasional meet-up with Ian. That wasn’t my doing. I wanted the boy to have a life outside of me, but I likely hadn’t done a good enough job commanding him to do things. The truth was, I liked to spend time with him, and when we had it, I preferred to be in the house with him, allowing him to serve me. That wasn’t fair to him. “What would you like to do?”
He thought for a moment. “We could maybe go to the beach?” My muscles immediately tensed up. Finley didn’t seem to notice as he continued. “It’s always been relaxing for me.”
My stomach twisted, and I set the coffee down, suddenly not feeling like drinking. He looked at me with those big, curious, eager eyes of his, excitement dancing around in him, and I knew I wouldn’t deny him. It wasn’t as if I never went to the beach. Sometimes social functions were held there, or I ate at a restaurant near the water. It wasn’t something I could avoid, but it always did things to my head, made my thoughts go places I didn’t want them to go, made me hear Amy’s and Ari’s laughter and see my mom’s smile. “Then we’ll go to the beach.” The words were heavy on my tongue, but I forced them free.
“Oh my God! Yay!” He clapped his hands adorably. It reminded me that not many people had done nice things for Finley in his life, that he had spent it feeling alone and unloved after losing his mom.
I leaned over and kissed him. He gasped into my mouth, then smiled against my lips as I swept my tongue inside. Kissing wasn’t something we did often. I spanked him and fucked his throat, but kissing was much rarer.
Finley whimpered when I pulled away. “I changed my mind. Let’s stay in bed all day.” He reached for me, but I grabbed his wrists, holding his hands over his head, my grip on him tight. I hadn’t gotten around to using restraints on him yet, which was something I needed to remedy soon.
“Be good. You wanted to go to the beach, and now that’s what we’re doing.” I got up, and he pouted as he followed me to the bathroom.
“Can you use me a little before we go?” he asked, and even though my dick perked up at the thought, I shook my head.
“No.” As much as I loved using him to get off, I equally enjoyed tormenting him. Making Finley needy for me, knowing that he couldn’t have what he wanted until I said he could, checked all my boxes.
“You like to make me miserable.” He stood in the doorway.
“Yes. Are you surprised? You like it too, like knowing I’m in charge of you, that I own you…don’t you?”
He flushed that pretty, pretty pink I loved on his cheeks. “Yes, Sir. I love belonging to you.”