Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
He grinned, and I bit back a groan. “It was a bit different than that. I gave him a place to get well. He wasn’t living in the best circumstances, and when he recovered, I gave him a job. It wasn’t until much later that things changed between us.” I really hated explaining our relationship to them. It went against every part of myself, but it was for Finley, so I did it.
He felt comfortable with them. That much was evident. As we all spoke, he didn’t sit on the couch beside me, automatically going down to the floor between my legs. The girls sat on the carpet too, which could explain it. He was playful with them, but from the looks Jennifer and Jeff exchanged, I was certain they noticed and wondered.
But they were obviously crazy about Finley, and they treated me with respect. When we left that first day, we made plans for the next one.
Finley couldn’t stop talking the whole ride back to our hotel, then the whole night. We were back at their house the next day, and it was more of the same—his joy, theirs too, but also their concern about our relationship. It was on the third day that Jennifer spoke to me. Finley, Jeff, and the girls were swimming, and she and I were sitting at a table, not too far away, but far enough to give us privacy.
“I have to admit, I’m a little concerned about the age difference,” she said.
“You don’t need to be. Finley is an adult. He knows how to take care of himself, and he has me. I love him and would never hurt him.” Well…except in ways he wanted to be hurt.
“Yes, but he was nineteen when he moved in with you. I really don’t want to be rude. I know it’s not my business, but I just… He was vulnerable, and I worry that he’s making a big decision.”
“Every relationship is a big decision. How old a person is doesn’t matter. If Finley wants out, he knows all he has to do is say so.”
“He’s crazy about you. He looks at you like you’re his whole world.”
My eyes found him as he played in the water with his cousin on his shoulders. He was laughing and smiling…so damn carefree. “And he’s mine.”
“He waits on you, yields to you, and—”
“That’s quite enough. Our relationship really is no concern of yours.”
There was a pause, and then she said, “You’re right. I’m sorry.” The thing was, I could tell she meant it. She wasn’t trying to be hateful; she really did worry about him. She loved him already.
He had that effect on people. They were drawn to him like warm sun on their skin, like he carried your happiness in his chest. I understood it because he’d done the same to me.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Finley
“Do you think we can extend our trip? Even if it’s just a few days?” I asked Aidan two days before we were set to leave. “Jennifer said there’s a huge fair coming to town. It’s a big deal here, and the girls love to go. They were asking if I could go with them.”
“We can’t,” he replied without looking up from his laptop. “I have to get back to work.”
“Oh.” My heart sank. I should have known that, obviously. But I was having so much fun there, and I loved getting to know my family.
Aidan looked up at me, because, duh, it was Aidan and he always seemed to read me. “I can change your ticket if you’d like. Just because I have to get back home doesn’t mean you need to rush.”
“What? No. I couldn’t stay without you.” But really, I could. Why couldn’t I hang out with my family without Aidan? “Are you sure you don’t mind?”
“Not if it’s what you want,” he replied, but there was something a little different about his voice. It was…tight.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Finley. When have you ever heard me say something I didn’t mean?”
I chuckled. “You’re right. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“Do you want me to keep the room? What about a car?”
“No.” I shook my head. “Jennifer said we could stay with her.”
Again, he seemed…not like Aidan, and I couldn’t put my finger on what it was. But as he said, he didn’t say things he didn’t mean, and if something was wrong, he would tell me.
“Thank you, Sir.” I put my head in his lap, and he played with my hair. “I miss calling you that. It doesn’t feel right.” But I couldn’t imagine what my aunt would say if I walked around calling Aidan my Sir.
“You’re happy?” he asked.
“Yes. I never thought I would have this—have family. They’re great, and they really care about me. And I have you, so everything is perfect.”
“Come,” he said and pulled me until I straddled him. He kissed me, then laid me down and pushed his cock deep into my ass, owning me, possessing me. Loving me.