His splotchy, wet face brightens with a matching grin, and he breathes out a small laugh. “Yes.” The single word is spoken with so much conviction, it sends a layer of goosebumps all over my arms. “Are you surprised?”
I bring my hand up, wiping the wet strands off his forehead. “Well, yeah. Not ’cause I doubt how you feel about me, but ’cause she’s your sister. As much as it would hurt, and as much as I wouldn’t want to accept it, I wouldn’t hold it against you for choosin’ family.”
His brows dip as he lightly shakes his head. “That’s the thing, Finn. You’re my family too. You and Tucker have become such integral parts of my life, and you’ve both woven your way into my heart. I could never choose to walk away from that. Could never walk away from you two.” His voice cracks and his eyes well up. My chest squeezes as he continues. “In such a short amount of time, you’ve become such a safe space for me. The way you care for me, the way I know I can count on you. And Tucker… I’ve never loved a kid as much as I love Tuck. I don’t have kids of my own, obviously, but I imagine the love and thebond I have with him to be that of how a parent feels about their kid.”
His eyes dart away, and his cheeks turn a brilliant shade of pink like he didn’t mean to say that.
“That probably sounded really fucking creepy,” he grumbles, shifting between his feet. “I’m… I’m not saying I’m his parent, of course. B-but I’m just saying?—”
Pinching his chin between my fingers, I crash my mouth down on his, cutting off his adorable, nervous rambling. Ash breathes out a sigh as my tongue parts his lips, gliding along his. He clings onto me with tight fists as he tilts his head, allowing me to take the kiss deeper. My heart thuds against my ribs, skin ablaze even in the pouring rain, and I can’t help but smile against his mouth as I feel the stress leave his body. As I feel him relax in my arms.
A whirlwind of sensations floods my system, from a misty fog clouding my mind, making me feel like I’m floating, to a tingling along every inch of my flesh, down to the flutters swarming my belly. Brushing the back of my hand along his sharp jawline, a chill wracks through me at feeling the scratchy stubble under my touch. A reminder—one of many—that he’s the opposite of everything I ever thought I wanted, yet being with him couldn’t make any more sense. Ash is everything I never knew I needed.
My chest swells with this feeling inside of me. The feeling that pumps blood through my veins, that makes my heart beat. The feeling I couldn’t hold back even if I wanted to. Resting my forehead against Ash’s, I open my eyes, finding his beautiful mismatched gaze staring back at me, the sadness filling them when he got here replaced with something else entirely. Something gentle. They’re overflowing, and it’s like I can hear his every thought, feel his every emotion. And with my heart thundering a mile a minute, the way Ash looks at me gives methe courage to say what’s on the tip of my tongue. What I’ve known for a while now, but haven’t said.
“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.”
Ash bites down on his bottom lip as he watches me for a moment, a tear spilling down his cheek along with raindrops before he wraps his arms around my neck and kisses me hard enough to nearly knock me off my feet.
“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. Ash kisses me with everything he has and then some. “Take me inside.”Kiss.“Right now.”Kiss.“I need you, daddy.”
Securing my hands underneath his ass, I hoist him up into my arms, blindly walking us up the steps and inside the house. In my room, I toss him onto the bed, reaching behind myself and tugging my soaked t-shirt over my head. My heart hammers against my ribcage as I let the shirt drop to the floor before quickly wriggling out of my wet jeans and adding them to the wet pile. Ash shuffles onto his knees, removing each layer of clothing on his body one by one before he’s sitting before me, completely naked and hard.
His thick cock juts out, the decorated tip already glistening with his sticky arousal. My mouth waters, dying for a taste. Male cum is not something I ever envisioned myself liking, much less loving, yet here we are. And maybe it’s only Ash. Maybe he’s my exception. His masculine, musky scent, especially when he’s been running around all day. His sweat—both taste and smell—is like a drug I can’t get enough of. The light smattering of hair connecting his navel to his groin drives me wild in a way that should be unhealthy. I want to trace it teasingly with my finger and follow it up with my tongue, before burying my nose in the dark, trimmed pubic hair. Want to breathe him in, drown in all of him before he suffocates me with his dick. Feeling his thigh muscles bunch under my touch as he feeds me his meat is almost as euphoric and tantalizing as when he rewards me with his salty, sweet cum.
I honestly don’t know which I love more: letting Ash drain his balls on my tongue or feeling his tight, hot ass milk my cock for every last drop I have.
“You just gonna keep looking at me like that, daddy, or are you going to get over here and have your filthy way with me?” Ash smirks, and my cock twitches. I fucking love when he talks dirty to me.
Stepping up to the edge of the bed, I hook an arm around his lean waist. I capture his bottom lip between my teeth, tugging gently, eliciting a toe-curling moan out of him. “Tonight, I’m goin’ to worship your body, baby.”
Flicking my tongue against the roof of his mouth, I groan as he closes his lips around the muscle, sucking on it like he would my cock. By the time he lets go, my dick is leaking and my mind is hazy, but somehow, I’m able to remember what I was saying.
“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.”
Ash’s lips curl into a small grin. “Of course, the cowboy would profess his love to me using a ranching term.”
A chuckle rumbles from my chest as I nip along his jawline. “I’m tryin’ to be sweet here, you brat.”
“Keep going,” he drawls, a dopey smile tugging at his lips. “And for the record, I’d one hundred percent let you brand me, daddy. Metaphorical or not.”
Molten lava surges through my veins, settling low in my balls.Christ Almighty. “The idea of brandin’ you like one of my cattle shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does. What the hell does that say about me?”
My body vibrates with pleasure as Ash wraps a tight fist around my very stiff cock, flicking his wrist as he pumps me nice and slow, gaze heavy and hooded as he looks at me. “Nothing that it doesn’t also say about me.”
Chapter 37
Ash
Scooting back, I watch Finn crawl onto the bed after me. The corded veins in his forearms bulge and muscular shoulders bunch, dark, heated eyes never leaving mine. The way he’s looking at me, like he wants to devour me, is primal, sending a layer of goosebumps all over my skin. My cock twitches, and I’m dying to touch it, but I won’t. I wanthimto do it. Want to feel his rough hands roaming my body. His tongue mapping out his favorite parts of me.
He loves me.
I still can’t believe this is real, that he said that to me. And with so much conviction and passion. Finn made damn sure I knew how serious he was when he uttered those three beautiful words. My heart hasn’t slowed down since, and I’m not sure it ever will.
“Fuck, I like it when ya look at me like that, baby,” he murmurs, his body now covering mine.
Gripping the outside of my thighs, Finn drags me down until my back is flat on the bed. Gazing up at him, I’m overwhelmedand kind of in awe at how Finn was so easily able to make me feel better after having one of the worst fights I’ve ever had with my sister. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still upset, and probably will be for a while. But he was there, right when I needed him. He knew exactly what to do, the right thing to say. The way he stepped in and walked me back from a panic attack… I don’t know if he even realizes it.
