“I was,” he admits. “At first anyway. But over time, I’ve come to realize that Tucker deserves more than a parent who wouldn’t be all in. It took a while and some therapy for me to grasp that, but Tucker is better off. I never want him to feel like he was a mistake or a burden.”
I watch him for a moment, almost admiring the man sitting across from me. “Tucker’s lucky to have such a great family here.”
His gaze lifts, meeting mine, and I can’t read the expression in them. Nodding once, he murmurs, “Yeah, but I’m the lucky one to have him.”
“Do you want any more kids?”
He rubs his bottom lip with his thumb, almost mindlessly, and it heats my blood. Finn is so effortlessly attractive. “I don’t think so,” he finally provides. “There was a time when I thought I might, because growing up with Hollis was great, but the older I get, the more I don’t see myself wanting to start all over.”
“That makes sense.”
I wonder if Violet knows that.
“What about you?” he asks, taking me by surprise.
My head snaps up, and our gazes collide. “What about me?”
“Do you want kids?”
“Eh, I’m cool either way,” I reply honestly. “I adore kids, and if I wound up with somebody who had them, I’d love that, but I don’t know if I’d ever go beyond that.”
Finn blows out a sigh before taking a swig off his bourbon. “Well, you’re great with Tucker. If you ever did decide to have kids, I’ve got no doubt you’d make a great dad.”
My heart stutters, and I’m taken aback by the compliment. Especially coming from him. “Thanks,” I murmur softly.
This is the most I’ve ever heard Finn talk. When we sit out here at night, we talk, but it’s typically me talking and him giving one-or-two-word grunted responses. But this feels like I’m seeing a whole new side to him. A tender, protective side, and I’ll admit,daddy Finndoes it for me. Despite knowing with absolute certainty that I shouldn’t, I can’t help it. Finn is not only sexy as hell, but he’s also a caring, loving father, brother, and son. His work ethic is astonishing.
He’s the whole damn package.
But not only is he way off limits because he’s my boss and my twin sister’s boyfriend, but I’m also ninety-nine percent sure he’s also completely and totally straight. Which is fine because, you know, again…off limits.
“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 agood dad.”
I can feel how red my face is, and I’m waiting on bated breath for him to react, but what hedoessay takes me all the way by surprise.
Finn cocks his head to the side, lip curled into a half-smirk. “Iama good daddy.”
My jaw drops open, and a lick of heat rolls down my spine, pooling low in my groin. That has no business being as hot as it is. Finnisa dad. So him saying that isn’t sexual…but to my horny, gay, sex-deprived ears, itso, sois.
As a filthy image of him standing in front of me as I kneel at his feet flashes through my mind, my dick gives an appreciativetwitch inside my pants. His cock in hand—which, no doubt, is massive—as he strokes it. My mouth waters, imagining the way he’d taste. The salty flavor of his arousal, the clean, musky flavor of his skin as he slid the heavy length across my tongue. 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.
Is he the type to make noise? Fuck, I bet he sounds sexy when he moans.
Is he a dirty talker? Would he talk me through it? Tell me I’m doing a good job? Tell me I can take a little more?
Fuck, what I would give to find out the answers to those questions.
It’s only after I’ve been staring at Finn for entirely too long that I realize he, too, is watching me. He sips his bourbon, hooded and bloodshot eyes locked on my face. It’s heady, and the air in the room feels tense. Goosebumps break out over every inch of my skin as my heart pounds harder.
I’m not sure how much time passes, but eventually, Finn clears his throat, averting his gaze. “I should get to bed,” he announces, draining the rest of what’s left in his glass.
“Uh, yeah. Me too,” I awkwardly mutter as I raise off the couch at the exact same time he does.
Except as soon as he stands, he takes a step toward the direction of the hallway, but all that does is put him directly in front of me. Before my brain even has a chance to catch up, we’re practically chest to chest. So close I can smell the bourbon on his breath. Can see the way his pupils dilate as he takes me in, and the way the vein in his neck pulsates. I’m willing to bet if I placed my palm over his chest, I’d find his heart thrashing beneath my touch.
My breath catches in my throat as I watch Finn’s gaze slide down to my lips before coming back up to my eyes again. Heswallows, throat bobbing as he does, and for a long moment, I think he may lean in and kiss me.
But he doesn’t.
