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Sundays are spent at my parents’ house, unless you’re dying. And since I’m not on my deathbed, I’m on my mom’s shit list for skipping so many of them lately. But I figure the best way to have them all meet Finn is to do it all at once.

“You seriously gonna give me the lowdown again on your family? Pretty sure I’ve got it down. Sawyer’s the oldest, married to Ivy, they just had a newborn—Grace—Dallas is his twin, he’s with Blaire—the only redhead—Liam’s married to Hannah, and they have Charlotte, and then your sister, Kinsey. Parents are Craig and Amy Hayes.

“Yeah, you think you do, but just wait. You’ve got their names down, sure. They’re a rough bunch. Protective isn’t a strong enough word.”

“People love me. I’m not worried.”

I snort a laugh and look at him, raising my eyebrows.

“Okay, maybe not everyone. You like me now.”

“You wore me down.”

“Thank fuck for that, or you wouldn’t know how much you liked my dick.”

I slap Finn’s chest, his quick reflexes grabbing my hand and pulling it to his mouth. I look at him quickly, trying to keep my eyes on the winding roads ahead of me. His lips connect with the back of my hand, my lips curving upward into a smirk. He trails up my skin, just a ghost of a touch before reaching my fingers. He licks up my pointer finger before pulling it into his mouth, swirling his warm, wet tongue around it, sucking it up and down slowly like he does my cock.

“Mmm.”

“You like that? Bet it would be better if my mouth was wrapped around your dick.”

I pull my hand away, quickly shifting gears to slow us down, my heart racing as I picture him bent over the console with my dick buried down his throat while I drive.

“I know it would, but you’re not going to meet my family with my cum on your tongue.”

That gets a laugh from him, a sound I love to hear. He behaves the rest of the way to my parents’ house, much to his dismay. My parents live on a gorgeous piece of land in the same house they raised us kids in. Aspen Ridge is surrounded by a forest of Sitka spruce trees, but somehow my parents found one of the only properties without them right up on the ass of the house. Sitting in the middle of a gorgeous wild lupine field is our family home, with its long gravel driveway, flowers in full bloom, the purples, pinks, and blues showing off as the rare Washington sun shines down on them.

I pull my car into the full driveway, everyone having beaten us to arrive, nerves filling my stomach, but not on the verge of panic. Turning to look at Finn, his dark hair mussed slightly from running his nervous hands through it, blue eyes piercing my own, his faltering confidence only noticeable to me behind the rim of his glasses. God, I love those glasses.

“Not too late. We can leave here right now and keep you hidden forever.”

“Get out of the car, Hayes. I want to meet them.”

“You’re gonna eat your words, Nash. Let’s go feed you to the wolves.”

Shoulder to shoulder, Finn and I walk to the back of my parents’ house, where the noise is loud and traveling in the wind. I give him a quick shoulder bump as we reach the large patio, readying him.

“Hey! We made it! Sorry we’re late!” I announce. My mom is sitting between my dad and Blaire, a tiny baby Grace cradled in her arms as my dad looks up at us. Finn follows me up the stairs of the deck, my siblings and our friend Reid standing together in a circle. Wonder how they got the big beast here. He’s invited every week, and every week he’s a no-show.

“Hey, fuckers,” I say to the small crowd as they part for us. “Play nice. This is Finn, my . . . boyfriend.” Fuck. I’ve never introduced my family to a girlfriend, mostly because I’ve never had one, and now I’m introducing them to my boyfriend. What is life?

“Hey, you must be Sawyer,” Finn says as he reaches his hand out to greet Reid, who’s standing with Ivy sandwiched between him and my brother. Fucking shit. Off to a great start.

Sawyer growls and Finn pulls his hand back, looking in his direction as Reid makes a choking sound. “The fuck did you just say?” Sawyer grinds out the words through gritted teeth.

“Down boy, innocent mistake,” Ivy tells him, trying to talk him back.

“The fuck it is,” he snaps.

Putting my hand flat to Finn’s chest, I move him a step backward so that I can get between him and my shithead brother if I need to. Not that Finn can’t handle himself, but I’ve been fighting this twat face since I was a kid and know what to expect. Plus, he wouldn’t kill me. Jury is still out on everyone who isn’t blood or family by marriage.

“That’s Reid. He’s best friends with both of them. That growly bastard is Sawyer.”

“Damn, my bad, man. Sawyer, it’s nice to meet you. Ivy, you as well.” It doesn’t go unnoticed that Finn doesn’t make eye contact with Ivy; even if he is into men, better to not poke the bear any further. Smart man.

“Think I better make the introductions so you don’t get torn to shreds before we get a chance to eat. This is my brother, Dallas; his girlfriend Blaire is sitting in the shade with my parents. This is Liam and his wife, Hannah, their little girl is Charlie, who’s around here somewhere.”

“Hey, it’s nice to finally meet you all. I’ve heard a lotabout you.”