Page 20 of Forever Finn
There was just something between us that night in the club in Newquay when his eyes met mine. I don’t know how to explain it and don’t really understand it. I mean, I’ve been attracted to all kinds of men before and didn’t always act on it. But he’s the first man I’ve actually felt a connection with, someone who seems to have the same needs and drive I do.
I trust him.
It’s a little startling to realise that I do… a man I’ve known less than a week and yet, I’ve trusted him with deeply personal things I’ve told no one. I took an enormous risk, even knowing he could have blackmailed me or gone to the press, but somehow, deep down, I know he’s not that kind of man.
I don’t know what’s going to happen between us. I don’t live here, and I’m not even sure if he’s planning to stay in the bay or head back to Canada. The door behind me slides open and a few seconds later a pair of warm arms wrap around me.
“I thought you’d run out on me again,” he rumbles against my ear, his voice low and gravelly, and filled with sleep.
“No,” I chuckle. “Just needed some time to think.”
“Are you okay?” His hands stroke my naked belly and chest soothingly as he holds me, and it’s nice. I’ve never had anyone hold me like this before, especially not a lover, which I guess is what he is. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No.” I shake my head, turning in his arms and leaning back against the railing as he studies my face. “I’ve never come so hard in my life,” I admit slowly. “You gave me exactly what I needed.”
“I’m glad.” His mouth curves. “Because I sure as hell enjoyed it, and I’m hoping for a repeat.”
“Not this morning.” I wince. “As deeply satisfying as your cock is, it’s a beast. I’m going to need some recovery time.”
He chuckles lightly as my gaze roams down his bare torso to the tight boxers he’s wearing, eyeing the plentiful bulge.
“I have a mouth though,” I mutter absently as I stare at him unabashedly.
“As desperate as I am to have that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my cock, I think we need to talk. Last night you were a little dick drunk and then in a pizza coma.”
“Dick drunk?” I repeat in amusement. “Is that a thing?”
“Yep.” He grins. “It’s in the dictionary right next to a picture of my cock.”
“I might think you were just being arrogant if I hadn’t been on the receiving end of that leviathan,” I chuckle.
“What’s on your mind, Finn?” he asks gently. “You look like you’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders.”
I let out a slow breath, my brow furrowing. “A lot. It’s like Piccadilly Circus in here at the moment. My manager has been blowing up my phone since I walked out, and I can't keep avoiding him. I either need to go back or buy my way out so they can re-cast me. The press is tearing the world apart trying to find me. They’re like sharks scenting blood in the water. They know something juicy is brewing, and I haven’t even started picking apart the reasons why I came back to the bay.”
“Okay, breathe, baby.” He runs his hands down the length of my arms comfortingly. “You do sound like you’ve got a lot going on in there. So, let’s break it down into more manageable chunks. The film you walked out on. Do you want to go back? I mean, is it something you desperately want to do?”
“No,” I say frankly. “It was a pay-check.”
“Is it going to be a nightmare to get out of?” he asks.
“It’s not simple.” I sigh. “But it is doable. I could buy my way out. We hadn’t shot more than two or three scenes, so they can easily replace me. It’ll delay filming, but they would probably let me go, although it's going to come with a hefty price tag.”
“Okay then.” He nods. “When it comes to the press, there’s not much we can do about them except deal with it when it happens. As for you coming back to the bay, I think that’s something you need to take the time to figure out. Of all the places you could go, you chose to come back here for a reason whether you know it consciously or not. I think you owe it to yourself to figure out what that is.”
“Maybe.” I sigh. “What about us though?”
“Us?” He smiles. “Selfishly, I want you to stick around. I feel something for you, Finn, something I’ve never felt for anyone else, and it’s not because you’re a famous actor. It’s because I genuinely want to explore this thing between us. I think it’s safe to say after last night that we’re compatible as hell, but I get the feeling it could easily grow into something more if we let it. Unless I’m wrong and this is completely one-sided?”
“You’re not wrong,” I mutter staring at him. “There’s something there.”
“So, it all comes down to what you want,” he says earnestly. “It’s completely your decision.”
My brain keeps rolling over and over, throwing all sorts of requests and complaints at me, but I ignore everything and narrow my focus right down to one thing. What I feel in my gut. I reach behind me and pull my phone from my back pocket.
“What are you doing?” he asks curiously.
“I’m going to call my manager and have him buy me out of my contract.” I release a breath, and the moment the words leave my mouth, I feel a huge weight lift.