Page 14 of Forever Finn

“Why are you telling me this?” he asks softly. “You’re taking an enormous risk. How do you know I won't run straight to the press and tell them what you’ve just told me?”

“I don’t,” I reply simply.

“Then why?”

I hesitate for a second before I figure what the hell, I may as well be honest.

“What happened between us the other night,” I begin, trying to organise my thoughts. “I don’t even know what I was doing going to a queer bar. If anyone had recognised me or taken a picture…” I shake my head. “I wasn’t even planning to do anything other than get drunk, but then I saw you and…”

“And?” he prompts, unconsciously taking a step closer, his voice dropping an octave until it feels like there’s only the two of us that exist out on this desolate cliff top in the pale rays of the dawn.

“I wanted you,” I admit quietly. “I wanted you like I’ve never wanted anyone in my whole life. The pull toward you was almost painful. I didn’t stop, I didn’t think, and if I hadn’t passed out drunk on that sofa, I can guarantee that night would have ended up with us naked and fucking all night long.”

“Finn.” His voice is somewhere between a sexy growl and an exhale, but as he lifts his hand to touch my face, an enthusiastic bark breaks the spell.

I turn to look and see an older man ambling along the cliff walk with a small white and black dog trotting beside him. Wyatt takes a step back, dropping his hand as the man passes us and nods, wishing us a good morning.

We both nod and mutter in return. As he disappears into the distance, I take another step back from Wyatt before I do something even more stupid than confessing my secrets, like kissing him.

“Anyway.” I clear my throat. “I wanted you to know because I kissed you and I went back to your hotel room willingly, but I don’t want you to think I was using you. You weren't a dirty little secret, and I wasn’t cheating on Sky. I don’t cheat, that’s not who I am, and that’s not the relationship Sky and I have anyway.”

He stares at me contemplatively, the heat from earlier still in his eyes. “How long are you planning to stay?” he finally asks.

I shrug. “Honestly? I don't know. I never intended to come back in the first place, I just… did. I guess I needed some space to figure out some things, and this is the only place that ever felt like a home to me.”

“Do you still want me?” he asks slowly.

“That’s a loaded question.” I breathe heavily.

“It’s not, it’s a straightforward one,” he says. “Do you still want me?”

I can’t explain why my palms are suddenly sweaty and my mouth dry as my heartbeat picks up.

“Yes,” I confess.

“Then you can have me,” he says simply.

“What?” The word rushes out on a disbelieving breath.

“While you’re here, for as long as you’re here we can be lovers if that’s what you want,” he says softly. “Because I want you too. You’ve been honest with me. We're both consenting adults, and we both know where we stand.”

“I…” I’m speechless. He’s literally handing me everything I want with no strings attached, and what I want most right now apparently is a six-foot blonde Canadian to hold me down and fuck me six ways from Sunday.

At least that’s what I’m hoping he’s offering. I’ve never bottomed before but it’s what I crave, what I’ve always craved, but guys see the size of me, they see the muscles and the screen action hero persona and assume I want to be in charge. Maybe Wyatt assumes the same. It’s that thought that makes me hesitate even as the word yes hovers on the edge of my tongue.

“You don’t have to decide right now.” He smiles as he backs up slowly. “Take your time, think it over. It’s completely your choice, and once you decide, you know how to find me.”

He throws me a cheeky wink as he turns and resumes his run along the cliff, leaving me staring at his sexy arse disappearing into the distance and a warm, needy feeling deep in the pit of my belly.

7

“What do you mean, you have a date?” Sky’s amused voice echoes from the other end of the line.

“I think he thinks it’s a date or… I don’t know, maybe it’s not a date. Maybe I misunderstood,” I whisper hiss into the phone, looking around in case anyone overhears, although who I think is going to be listening in is anyone’s guess as I’m sitting alone in Reed’s living room.

“Okay, honey, take a breath before you hyperventilate,” she says calmly, and I swear I can hear the smile in her voice.

“I think you’re enjoying this way too much,” I reply dryly.