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Wyatt

“ H old still,” Doris says as she dabs the cut under my eye with hydrogen peroxide.

I deserve the way it burns. How could I be so stupid? I was trying to defend him, but did I really have to resort to violence? Finn isn’t the violent type. Although, he ended up saving us both.

“Why did you boys get in the fight?” Miranda asks. She hands Doris the antibacterial ointment to put on the cuts that start under my left eye and travel down the side of my face, along my jawline, and onto my neck.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I say, feeling bad about what’d taken place. Fighting is something I rarely do and after my last fight I’d promised Doris I would never do it again.

She sighs, shoulders sagging as she turns away for a moment.

“How bad is it, Doris?” I ask.

She swats my back like an annoyed mom. “It’d be better if the cuts weren’t there at all.”

Miranda gently wipes the sweat-soaked hair away from my eyes. “You’re going to be fine. Superficial wounds won’t even leave a scar.” She bends down low and looks me in the eyes. “You know I would never condone violence, but you did the right thing. Finn needed you.”

“We still almost got our asses kicked,” I say with a sardonic laugh. “Imagine if maybe Finn could have talked his way out of it rather than me jumping in and nearly getting us both killed.”

Miranda kisses the top of my head. Doris finishes with the ointment.

“The sheriff called; everything’s been straightened out. Apparently, the goon who attacked you had been causing problems in the bar the past two days. No charges will be filed… unless you or Finn want to press some against him?”

I shake my head. “I don’t.”

“I wish you’d reconsider,” Miranda says. “You two boys had us pretty worried when you got home.”

“Facial cuts tend to bleed a lot, and there was more than enough blood for my liking.” Doris wipes her brow. “Now, if you can manage to keep yourself from getting into any more brawls, you’ll heal up nice and fine.”

“Thank you,” I say, giving them both a big hug. “Ouch.”

Miranda pulls away, worry in her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

I reach for my lower back. “I guess I’m not as young and tough as I thought I was.” I laugh and wince when my fingers hit the exact spot where the pool table tried to impale me.

“Come now,” Doris says as she took my hand and helped me stand. She and Miranda walked with me to my room and came inside with me.

“If you think it’s best,” Miranda says. “One of us can stay up with you to make sure you don’t have a concussion.”

I shake my head. “That won’t be necessary. Thank you both for taking such good care of me.”

There’s a knock at the door to my bedroom, and all three of us immediately go silent. Doris and Miranda give each other a knowing look and clean up the work area around us.

I go to stand and answer the door, but Doris puts a hand on my shoulder and says, “Don’t get up, we were just leaving.”

The two ladies hurry to the door and open it. Standing there, sheepishly looking no worse for wear, is Finn. “How’s the patient?”

Doris pretends to hide her mouth to conceal her voice but loudly says, “He’ll be right as rain in no time.”

Both women giggle and leave the room in a hurry. Finn watches them go and then steps inside, closing the door behind him. When he turns my way, I can’t help but notice his expression—wide eyes, set jaw, pursed lips.

I figure he’s upset by what happened earlier.

Hopefully, I’ll be able to smooth things over since I feel absolutely terrible about everything that happened.

Here, Finn had never even been to any of the establishments Angel Falls has to offer and he probably never wants to set foot in one of them again.

My chest feels heavy with emotion as I take in the entirety of Finn—light green sweater that helps accentuate his eyes, dark blue jeans that hug his bottom the way I want to at night. Finn walks over and sits next to me on the bed. God, please don’t let him be upset with me.

At first, we both sit for a few moments in silence.

I can feel his body heat emanating from him.

I want to feel that warmth wrapped around me, on top of me, inside me.

We turn to face each other, and I swallow hard.

Finn clears his throat like he wants to say something, but I can’t let him say anything first.

“Finn,” I start to say before he can speak. “I am so…”

But before I can say another word, he reaches up and gently touches the side of my face.

His beautiful blue eyes are wet with tears.

I hold my breath, despite my pounding heart as he traces a single line along my scrapes, cuts, and bruises.

From under my eye, along my chin, and even down my neck.

His warm, steady hand feels like fire, an intensity between us I’ve never felt before.

The skin beneath his touch both melts and yet tingles with life all at the same time.

My lips part, desperate to speak, but without a word, he places two fingers against my lips—slowly shaking his head to silence me.

Our eyes are fixed on one another, even when Finn inches closer to me on the bed.

How could it be possible to want to keep going, see what the next moment will bring, and yet never want this exact feeling to end?

Finn stands and moves to face me, our height difference allowing for him to continue to caress me and not shift his gaze.

He takes my face into both hands and leans in, bringing his lips to within inches of mine.

I can’t look away or even close my eyes, wanting to experience this moment with each of my now sexually heightened senses.

My lips part once more. As if he’d already closed the distance, I can feel his lips upon mine.

I ache for his tongue to intertwine with mine.

Finn moves closer, but turns his face at the last moment, breathing warmth against my neck, sending goosebumps spreading across my entirety.

Every nerve in my body is piqued, sending messages so quickly, I have no way to think. All I can do is… be.

Barely able to contain my emotions—making sense of the many needs I now feel is impossible—I stand, suddenly realizing how much bigger I am than Finn.

I feel huge, invincible. Looking into his face, seeing the intensity of his desires and needs, sends my blood rushing straight from my heart into my cock.

Finn begins unbuttoning my shirt, teasing me as he goes.

Slowly, he reaches into my shirt, rubbing his fingers through my hair, before softly pinching my nipple.

My legs shake.

Tear open my shirt , I want to say. Pull down your pants so I can take you into my mouth , I need to beg.

I tear my shirt off before Finn can finish with the last button which goes skittering across the floor.

He smiles, a naughty look I want to see more often.

Reaching down, I take hold of the bottom of his sweater and pull it over his head, tossing it onto the bed.

In this light, his muscles are well-defined, but he is still so much smaller than me.

I can barely contain my sexual need for him at this very moment.

He wants me and I want him. My legs tremble and my heart races.

I want to taste him, to feel him, to be inside him.

Without a word, I lift Finn and place him on the bed.

As I make quick work of my boots and jeans, he does the same.

Now, lying atop my bed in all his natural glory, his surprisingly large cock pointing straight to the ceiling, I know what I must do next.

I climb into bed, straddling him as I move up his body.

Now, face-to-face, he pulls me in and our lips finally touch.

It is nothing like I’d imagined; it is so much more.

Our tongues slide over each other in a time-honored dance that no one taught, but simply knew.

We soon grow breathless. Pulling away, gasping for air, we both smile and then continue, hungry for more.

Slowly, deliberately, I kiss my way down the center of his body.

Letting the hair of my beard tickle him, while my tongue runs circles around his smooth nipples.

He moans and bucks his hips, arching his back when I don’t let up.

He is intoxicating, the scent of his body driving me mad, needing more with each passing second.

Once I reach his belly, he pushes my head down further, again lifting his hips and pressing his hard cock against my lips.

I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft and feel his pulse, the throbbing of the shaft as he silently begs for me to suck it.

First, I breathe warmth over the tip and watch as he shivers with anticipation.

Finn grabs fistfuls of bedding and arches his back, pushing the tip of his cock deeper into my wet mouth.

He tastes so good.

I’ve never done this before, but know what I like when receiving head.

Slowly, I rub my tongue along the sensitive underside of his head, while working the shaft with my hand.

The more he moves his hips and pulls at my hair, the faster I slide my hand up and down the saliva-slickened skin.

It doesn’t take long for me to hear his words, moaned under his breath as he fights hard to hold back, “I’m going to come. ”

With that, I pull him from my mouth and with a steady hand, work his entire length, balls to head. My free hand cradles his large, heavy sack, keeping them from flopping too hard against his ass as I keep up a steady rhythm.

“Oh, God. Just like that,” he strains to say. “Yes. More. Oh, God.”

Without another warning, hot threads of white shoot across his belly and all over my hand.

I stop stroking as his body quivers, now ultra-sensitive to my touch.

I reach for socks on the floor to wipe him clean when he sits up in bed and says, “Now it’s your turn.

” He pushes me backward onto the bed and smiles down at me.