Finding Finley – Desires Unleashed Collection Read online Riley Hart (Finding #1)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Finding Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
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“That way you can save mine if you didn’t already. Come on, I’ll walk you to your car, and then I have to go to work.”

I nodded, grabbed my bag, and we headed for the lot.

“Do you work this weekend?” I asked.

“Sunday but not Saturday.”

“Maybe we can do something then. I’ll talk to Aidan.”

His forehead wrinkled as if he was a little confused, but he nodded. “That’s your boyfriend?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, you got it bad. You’re all red, and you have a dopey smile on your face.”

“Shut up!” I nudged him. This was…nice. Fun. “I do have it bad, though.”

“Lucky guy,” Jordan replied as I led us to the car. “Are you shitting me? This is your car?”

“It’s Aidan’s, but I drive it.”

“Wow…okay. This is getting more and more interesting.” I was surprised when Jordan reached over and gave me a hug. “I hate to cut this short, but I really do have to go. We’ll talk soon, okay?”

“Yeah.” I nodded. “Okay.”

Jordan turned and walked away, and I stood there, watching him go. When he disappeared, I climbed into the car, fumbled with my phone, and sent Aidan a text.

I did it!

Good boy. I’m very proud of you. I’ll give you a surprise tonight to celebrate.

Then he sent me the squash emoji and the one that looked like splashes of water. A laugh jumped out of my mouth. That definitely hadn’t been expected, but I loved it.

I can’t wait. Thank you, Aidan. Not just for this, but for everything.

You’re welcome.

And then…then he sent me another emoji. A heart.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Aidan

When I got home, the house smelled like roast and potatoes, and Finley was on his knees, waiting. He had his pretty little head bowed, his hands on his thighs. His hair was wet and floppy as if he’d just gotten out of a shower. He didn’t move, didn’t look up, simply…waited.

He stole my breath, ripped it straight from my lungs. I wondered if he knew the power he had over me. That I wasn’t sure there was anything I wouldn’t do for him, and how different I was with him than I’d ever been with any other man.

“You are lovely.” I stroked his head, and he leaned into my touch, chased it as though it was what he sought above all else.

“Thank you, Sir.”

He obviously needed me after the day he’d had. Maybe wearing the cage and speaking with Jordan had been too much. I knelt beside him and turned his head so he looked at me. “I want to remind you how proud I am of you for today. You called me when you needed me, like you should always do. There’s no shame in leaning on me.”

“It helped…center me.”

I brushed his hair from his forehead. “Are you still wearing it?”

“Of course. I would never take it off without asking you.”

“And you like it?”

His lashes fluttered in that adorable way they sometimes did when he was embarrassed. “Yes. It’s scary, makes me feel dirty, which is sort of exciting, but it also reminds me that I am yours.”

“Good boy.” My hand slid down, and I loosely wrapped it around his neck. A vision flashed through my head of Finley wearing my collar. I’d never collared anyone, never thought of it, but I was positive I wanted to do it to him. The boy enchanted me, made me feel like I was someone else. “You had a big day. You need me to take care of you tonight, don’t you?” I said, dropping my hand.

“Yes, please. So much.”

“Do you need to tend to the food first?”

He shook his head. “It’s done. I have it out on the counter. It’ll get cold, so if you want to eat first…”

I clicked my tongue. “No, no. I don’t need food. I want to devour you instead.”

“Oh God,” he replied. Those words always made me smile.

“Crawl for me,” I instructed, pushing to my feet. Finley heeled at my side, across the carpet, and toward the stairs. “I’d like to put you on a leash, keep you from getting too far away from me. Maybe go to one of the parties and parade you around as mine. Would you like that?” He would. I knew he would.

“Yes, Aidan.” His voice held that floaty quality, like he was already slipping to that place in his head where he thrived so beautifully.

We took the stairs, and Finley followed me to the bedroom—my room…our room, it was beginning to feel like. “Take off my shoes.”

“Yes, Sir.” He did one, then the other, and then took care of my socks.

“Pants and underwear.”

He grinned up at me with hooded, lust-filled eyes as he obeyed beautifully. My dick, achingly hard, sprang free as he tugged my jeans and boxer trunks down.

“You may leave them on the floor.” I jerked my shirt over my head and dropped it to the pile with the rest of my clothes.


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