My eyes blur with fresh tears, but I’m determined to not cry again. “I love you, Finn Moore.”
Pressing a kiss to my lips, he wipes the tear I was unsuccessful at holding back away. “I love you, Ash Tudor.”
Back inside the house, we all dish up and eat at the dining room table. I’m so overwhelmed, but in the very best way. Everything worked out despite it all, and as I look at each face surrounding me at this table, I can’t help but thank the universe for bringing Finn and Tucker into my life. Without them, I don’t know if I ever would’ve admitted how I felt to my sister. Our relationship probably would’ve continued to diminish, and she would’ve been none the wiser.
Who knew that falling in love with my twin sister’s ex-boyfriend was the answer to fixing our relationship.
Epilogue
Finn, Six Months Later
Every inch of my body aches after the day I’ve had. It was tagging day for the cattle, and it was chaos all the way through. One shitstorm after another. Thank the Lord it’s Friday, and I luckily don’t have to see another cow for a few days. I’ve never been happier about having a weekend crew as I am right now. It’s nearly seven in the evening by the time I walk through the front door, much later than I’m typically home. As I kick off my boots, I strain my ears, trying to hear Tucker and Ash, but instead I hear…nothing?
Ash’s car is parked out front, so I know he’s here. And I suppose Tuck could already be in bed, but it’s kind of early for him, especially for a Friday.
“Hello?” Strolling farther into the house, I’m stopped in my tracks when Ash rounds the corner from the kitchen, my eyes widening as my gaze rakes down his form, arousal instantly flooding my system. Dressed in a tiny black and white maid’s costume and thigh high fishnet stockings, Ash holds an obscenely large fluffer duster in his hand as he pops his hip, asexy smirk quirking his lips. “What’s all this?” I drawl, my lips curled into a grin as I look him in the eye.
“I heard daddy had quite the day,” he purrs as he closes the distance between us, running his finger down the column of my chest before hooking under the waistband of my jeans. “I figured coming home to a nice, clean house would make you happy.”
Using the hold he has on my pants, he leads me into the living room.
“Oh yeah?” I ask as he shoves me down into the recliner. “And who told you that?”
Ash saunters away from me toward the stand the record player sits on, hips sashaying from side to side. The maid’s skirt he’s wearing is so short half of his ass is on display, andfuck, it’s a damn good view. He runs the fluffer over the top of the shelf before throwing me a sultry look over his shoulder.
“Gentry told me when he swung by to pick up Tucker a couple hours ago.” His teeth sink into his plush bottom lip before he returns his attention to the record player. A moment later, music fills the air, and Ash gets to work.
Taking his time, he puts on a show as he “dusts” the stack of records sitting on top of the stand. When he’s done with those, he turns to face me, sets the fluffer down on the surface before he slowly and seductively removes the tiny black and white top. Heat zips through my veins as he lets the material fall to the ground. His rosy nipples are hard, the jewelry decorating them glinting under the flame from the candle he has lit on the shelf beside him.
My cock thickens, straining against the restricting denim, and as I grip myself over my pants, Ash’s gaze drops, watching me as his tongue pokes out, wetting his lips. Continuing with the dusting, he stops after every one, removing another article of clothing until he’s standing before me in nothing more than the fishnets. He flashes me a smirk that makes my cock leak as heturns away from me, bending down to dust the lower shelf, and that’s when I see it… The pink jewel butt plug he’s wearing.
“Get the fuck over here,” I growl, needing my hands on his body.
“Patience, daddy,” he purrs as he stands and turns, sauntering toward me. His beautiful mismatched eyes are hooded and darkened, brimming with lust. Tossing the fluffer onto the couch, he kneels in front of me, hands coming to my belt buckle. Peering up at me from beneath his lashes, he murmurs, “I’ve missed you so much today…”
“Is that so?”
Teeth sinking into his bottom lip again, he nods, popping open the buckle before moving to my jeans. Never taking his eyes off me, he flicks the button open before dragging the zipper down. Ash frees my stiff cock, fisting it as he pumps it nice and slow.
“Thought you had plans with your sister tonight,” I mutter through gritted teeth, the softness of his palm like heaven against my aching length.
Their relationship has been doing a lot better the past six months since she found out about us. She’ll even come over here sometimes and have a movie night with us.
“She had to reschedule.” His voice is like melted butter as it covers me. “And when your dad offered to take Tucker, I knew exactly how I wanted to spend my evening.”
“And how’s that?”
Dragging the flat of his tongue along the slit, he licks up the arousal pooling, groaning as he tastes it. “By riding daddy’s cock, of course.”
Hands gripping both arms of the chair, I breathe harshly through my nose before asking, “And you’ve got yourself all ready for me, haven’t you?”
Standing up, Ash nods before turning around. Bending at the waist, he glances back at me. “Can you take it out for me, please, Daddy?”
A growl rumbling in my chest, I palm his ass cheeks, fingers digging into the meaty flesh as my gaze takes in the sight before me. His balls hang heavily between his legs, and the plug decorates his hole. As I gently tug on it, slowly pulling it out, his back muscles bunch, and he lets out a low, needy moan that sends my blood ablaze. Unable to help myself, I spread him open with my hands and lean in, letting my nose graze along the length of his crease. His heady, intoxicating scent fills my senses, causing my dick to twitch.
Needing to taste him first, I let my tongue explore, swirling around the puckered hole before dipping inside. His groans and breathy cries spur me on, and after a moment, I can’t take it anymore. I crack a hand down on his ass, making him yelp, before he turns around, flushed cheeks and a sexy smile curling his lips.
“What’re ya waitin’ for, baby?” I drawl, sitting back in the chair as I stroke my cock for him to watch. “Get the fuck over here and show daddy how much you missed me today.”
