Huffing, I down the rest of my beer. “I didn’t realize coming to hang out with you would become a therapy session.”
Tripp chuckles through a wince. “Sorry, didn’t mean to.”
“No, it’s fine.” I wave him off. “It feels good getting it all off my chest anyway.”
“Well, your secrets are safe with me, friend.”
My lip curls on one side. “Thanks.”
After we finish off the rest of this pitcher and toss back another tequila shot, Tripp calls August to come pick us up because neither of us is sober enough to drive home. Paying the tab, we meet him out by the curb, and Tripp gets all googly eyed and giggly when we climb into the truck, clearly very excited to see his boyfriend. I shake my head and breathe out a laugh, watching the way he cuddles up against him as we drive back to the ranch.
As hard as I try not to, a small pang of jealousy hits me square in the chest. Dammit, I want what they have.
When August pulls up outside of Finn’s house, I jump out, waving back at them as I stroll up to the porch. “Thanks, guys!”
They drive off as I shove my hand into my pocket, searching for the keys to the house. Checking both pockets, I realize I don’t have them.Shit.Even though I know it’ll be locked, I still try the handle, and yup—locked.
Lovely.
My gaze drags over to the Ring camera, and I grin to myself, knowing the notification goes to Finn’s phone. Bringing my face up to the teeny tiny camera, I tap on it. “Finnnnnn. You awake, Finn? I’m locked ooouut. Can you please let me in, daddy?”
Giggling to myself, a hiccup bubbles up my throat.
“Daddy,” I whine, “Let me in. I’m locked out and it’ssooooocold.”
A moment later, I hear the sound of the deadbolt unlocking, and when the door opens, my mouth dries at the sight before me. Standing in nothing more than a pair of black boxer briefs is Finn, clearly having just woken up. His hair is mussed and sexy as hell. My eyes can’t help but trail down, taking in his fuzzy chest, his abdominal muscles, and the enticing trail of hair that leads directly into his underwear.
An unamused look is plastered on his face as I make my way back up to it. “It’s not cold outside,” is all he mutters as he steps aside, gesturing for me to walk in.
Daddy Finn is mad…and I like it.
Chapter 14
Finn
Ash is fucking wasted. He reeks of beer and tequila, his eyes are glossy and bloodshot, and as he walks past me into the house, he stumbles, his shoulder pressing into my bare chest. I hate the way it sends goosebumps all over my body.
Chuckling, his eyes come up to meet mine. “Oops. Sorry, daddy.” He pats the spot on my chest he just shoulder-checked before giggling some more and walking farther into the house.
I bite down on my molars, nostrils flaring on an exhale as I try to not react to that fucking word. Rubbing the heel of my palm against my eye, I shut and lock the front door. “Where are you goin’?” I ask when I notice he didn’t turn down the hall that leads to the bedrooms.
“Thirsty,” he calls out.
“I think you’ve had enough to drink.”
“Nonsense!”
Sighing, I catch up with him, nudging him on the arm before gesturing to the chair at the counter. “Sit.”
Instead of sitting in the chair, he hops up onto the counter, a dopey smile on his face as he watches me. “You gonna feed me?” he asks, his words slurring.
“Are you hungry?”
Like gasoline on a flame, I’m burning up as he runs his gaze down the length of my body before coming back up. He nods. “Yes.”
I swallow thickly, reaching into the cabinet to grab a glass, and fill it up with water from the sink. Sliding it across the counter to Ash, I say, “Drink.”
He hums. “Yes, daddy.”
