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Wyatt

T he ladies had been so happy, they’d cried tears of joy when we told them the story of how we saved Wildwood. They will be able to finish out their days as part of this place and forever be one happy family. Doris, of course, insists on making us a scrumptious lunch to celebrate.

How could we say no? I know for me, it is nearly impossible to eat as all I want to do during the meal is be alone with Finn. To sit near him, to feel the warmth of his naked body against mine. To share my passion and love physically with him unabated and unabashed.

I watch Finn during lunch and he barely eats any of his meal, nor do I.

Doris and Miranda steal glances between each other and giggle more than usual.

They must be able to tell the two of us can’t wait much longer to be alone.

Soon, Miranda stands and says she has to help Doris clean up and we can have dessert later after dinner.

As for me and Finn, we quickly excuse ourselves and hurry toward my room.

Now, we stand outside my room for a moment as Finn reaches for my hand and squeezes.

I push the door open, we walk inside, and then slowly, the door to my bedroom clicks shut behind us, muffling the sounds of the outside world.

Finn and I exchange a look, a silent agreement passing between us.

Tonight is for us. No more worries, no more threats. Just us.

I grab the bottle of wine I’ve been saving for this exact moment. Popping the cork, I pour us each a glass, the rich, dark liquid catching the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Finn takes his glass, and we clink them together, the sound a delicate chime in the quiet room.

“To us,” I say, my voice filled with the weight of everything we’ve been through.

“To us,” Finn echoes, his eyes shining with emotion.

We take a sip, the wine warm and smooth on my tongue.

I sit on the edge of the bed, and Finn joins me, our knees touching.

We start talking, reminiscing about all the hurdles we’ve jumped to save Wildwood.

Laughter bubbles up between us, mingling with the wine, and it feels like a release, like we’re finally able to breathe freely.

“I can’t believe my dad left us clues… like a damn treasure hunting expedition.” Finn laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “And remember the damn bear in the cave?”

“I’m just so glad we survived.” I chuckle, shaking my head. “But we did it. We saved Wildwood… and each other.”

Our laughter fades, and the air between us shifts, growing thick with emotion and something deeper. Desire simmers beneath the surface, a quiet promise that has always been there, waiting for this moment.

Finn’s hand finds mine, his thumb brushing gently over my knuckles. The simple touch sends a shiver through me. Slowly, almost tentatively, he lifts my hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to my skin. My heart hammers in my chest, and I reach out, cupping his face in my palm.

His eyes flutter closed, and I lean in, our lips meeting in a kiss that starts slow and tender.

It deepens quickly, the pent-up emotion and desire spilling over.

We’ve made love before, but this time is different.

This time, there’s nothing hanging over our heads, no threats or fears. Just our love.

Finn’s hands slide up my back, pulling me closer. I push the wine glasses aside, not caring as they clink against the nightstand. My hands explore his body, feeling the solid strength beneath his shirt. His touch is just as hungry, fingers trailing fire wherever they go.

I can’t help but respond to his touch. Our lips meet in a searing kiss, lips and tongues colliding with a hunger that sends shivers cascading down my spine.

Finn’s hands roam over my body. I arch into him, desperate for more contact as his hardness presses against me through our pants.

My heartbeat quickens, aching for release from this delicious torment.

Our tongues dance and twist together in a sensual tango that leaves us both panting for air.

Breaking apart only briefly, our eyes lock, the love and desire in his gaze reflected in my own.

I trace the contours of his chest with feather-light touches before moving up to grip his shoulders, fingertips digging into the taut muscles underneath his skin.

Our mouths crash together again, kissing with more urgency this time.

The light nips at each other’s lips are met with gasps and moans as we explore each other’s bodies with ravenous hunger.

Finn slides his leg between mine, driving me wild with anticipation.

“Wyatt,” he whispers my name on a breathless sigh as I grind myself against him through our jeans, seeking relief from the building tension between us.

His hands slip under my shirt, cool against my overheated skin as he brushes over my nipples, eliciting a low moan from my lips.

Pushing Finn back onto the bed, I straddle him, our eyes locked in a heated stare.

We move together in a rhythm as old as time itself; slow at first before picking up speed, lost in the sensations coursing through our bodies.

Desperate to feel our skin-on-skin contact from head to toe, I jump off the bed and tear off my clothes, letting them land where they will.

Finn does the same and soon we stand facing each other, naked, breathing hard, our erect cocks touching and throbbing with each of our heartbeats.

“I want you,” I say, my voice hoarse with need. “God, I’ve been aching for you,” he breathes, his eyes dark with desire as he tugs me closer again. Our cocks slide against each other, sending sparks of pleasure through both of us.

“Condom?” I manage to gasp out between kisses.

Finn reaches over to the nightstand and fumbles around, cursing under his breath before producing a foiled package. I take it, tearing it open with shaking hands, and sheathing myself in record time.

We take a moment to catch our breaths, staring into each other’s eyes, knowing this moment is special—that we’ll remember it for the rest of our lives.

Lying Finn back against the bed, spreading his legs wide, I lube up my cock and his tight puckering hole.

Taking my cue from him, I press inward, slowly at first, then picking up speed as he arches his hips upward, meeting my thrusts with a moan of approval.

“God,” I groan as our bodies become one. “This is heaven.”

“No,” he gasps, his fingers digging into the sheets beneath us. “This is our own personal paradise.”

We move together in a symphony of gasps, moans, and wet skin, our bodies joined as one.

Our eyes never leave each other’s as we drive each other higher and higher, lost in the sensations.

The things we’ve been through, the battles we’ve fought, it all melts away in this moment.

All that matters now is us—Finn and me—together at last, safe and sound in each other’s arms.

I keep pushing deeper and fast, Finn’s moans driving me absolutely wild with love. Our eyes meet as his mouth gapes open with a soundless moan, his eyes begging me for more.

So I give him everything I have, while desperately trying not to unload inside him too quickly. Reaching between his legs, I begin stroking his ever-hardening cock. His ass grinds against me as I tantalize the head of his slick cock.

“Wyatt,” Finn gasps. “Fuck me deeper, baby.”

“Yeah?” I ask. “You want me to push harder? You want it like this?” I grind harder into him and his head falls back against the pillow once again as moans and soft whimpering gasps of pleasure push me toward the point of new return.

Finn pushes my hand free of his cock and begins vigorously stroking his length, using our sweat and the pearly drops of pre-cum that seep from his tip as lube. “Oh, fuck, Wyatt. I need you to cum inside of me. Fill me up. Fuck!”

“Whatever my baby wants. You shall receive.” I quicken my pace and my breathes continue with heavy pants of pleasure. “Fuck, Finn. I’m going to cum.”

“Yes,” he calls out. “Fill my ass. Cum inside me.” As his last words escape his lips, I watch in awe as copious ropes of cum shoot across his belly and chest. Not one or two, but a half dozen if there was even one.

It’s all too much for me to hold back any longer.

My balls tighten and I feel the surge of release as it starts in my balls and rushes toward the tip.

“Goddammit, I’m fucking cumming.” I push two more times and fill him with every last drop I have, so much so that there’s no more room and he cream-pies all over the bedsheets beneath us.

We collapse together, breathless and spent, but still entwined. I rest my head on his chest, listening to the rapid beat of his heart. His arms wrap around me, holding me close, and I feel a sense of peace and contentment I’ve never known before.

“We did it,” I whisper, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. “We really did it.”

Finn’s hand strokes my hair, his touch soothing. “Yeah, we did. We found our forever.”

I lift my head to look at him, seeing the love and certainty in his eyes. I smile, leaning down to kiss him softly. “Forever sounds perfect.”

We settle into each other, the promise of a new beginning wrapping around us like a warm blanket. In this moment, I feel truly, deeply happy for the first time in my entire life.