Page 30 of The Aster Valley Collection, Vol. 2

I didn’t have words for this. I felt drunk and high. Anchored and untethered all at once. One of Finn’s hands had let go of the bed rails to clutch onto the hand I had pressed against the center of his chest. Our fingers formed a tight twist like a desperate pretzel.

It was a moment more intimate than I could ever remember having with another person in bed.

“Please don’t leave,” he said. I wasn’t sure if I’d misunderstood him. Did he mean leave his body? This bed? I didn’t have the brainpower to figure it out, even when he said it again. “Stay. Please.”

As if I was going anywhere.

I made a tentative thrust, and we both groaned loudly. Thank god Tessa had left for the night. There was no way I could stay quiet when I felt this amazing.

“More,” Finn breathed.

I moved my free hand up into his hair, using it to move his head so I could kiss him on the mouth.

He made a hungry sound when my lips met his.

We kissed and fucked and kept clinging to each other’s hands like shipwreck survivors until I’d shoved him so far up the bed, his head had to tilt to keep from banging against the headboard.

I needed more. More of him. More time inside of him.

Closer. I needed… I needed to be closer to him.

I pulled out and grabbed him, flipping him onto his back and yanking him back down the bed.

Then I bent his legs up until his knees were next to his ears, and I thrust back into him, locking eyes with that dark green intensity.

Finn screamed and threw his head back as my dick hit a good spot. He begged for more. Harder. And I gave him everything I had. I hooked my arms under his shoulders and held on tight until his leaking dick finally shot all over his belly and he shouted my name to the roof.

“You’re so fucking good,” I grunted, thrusting a few more times, enjoying the last tight squeeze of his body before my own orgasm slammed into me.

I groaned and shook, pressing my release as deep inside him as I could, despite knowing the condom was there.

When my orgasm subsided, I tried not to crush him.

I supported most of my weight on my arms and kissed him gently on the cheeks, the eyelids, the forehead, the lips.

I murmured words of praise and gratitude, unsure of whether or not he could hear and process them or if he was in his own little afterglow world.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. Responsive. God, you make me feel so good. Your body is amazing, and the noises you make… Finn… fuck. You’re… so fucking sweet. Thank you.”

His green eyes were clear when he met my gaze. I’d never seen a more heavenly sight in my entire life. He looked like a damned angel, fucked out and boneless in my bed.

“Can we go again?” he asked with a straight face.

I probably looked like a suffocating fish before a smirk appeared on his sexy-as-fuck lips and clued me in to the joke.

I pinched his ass. “Yes, tiny newborn baby, you can go again. I, on the other hand, will need a Gatorade, a vitamin B shot, some physical therapy, and possibly a bump of coke to go again anytime soon.”

His laughter was magnetic. He looked so damned relaxed and happy, I almost wanted to pat myself on the back. Mission accomplished. If all it took to make him this way was fucking him into next week, sign me the hell up.

I leaned down to kiss his laughing mouth, which turned into a longer make-out session than I’d intended. When we were done, we were both covered in cum and lube.

“Come on,” I said, hopping up and reaching for him. “Shower time.”

I stared at him like a pervert as he walked in all his naked glory to my bathroom.

His body was fucking amazing, which wasn’t surprising considering his livelihood, but was still something I wasn’t quite used to.

After I started the water, I pulled him in for more kissing.

It got pretty handsy until I realized steam was fogging all around us.

I adjusted the water and led him into the big tiled shower stall. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was big enough for two, and the water pressure from the large rain-style shower head was amazing. Finn groaned as he stepped under the hot spray.

After taking my time washing every square inch of him as diligently as possible, we were as desperate to come as we’d been half an hour earlier.

I jacked us off with soapy hands as I growled dirty words into his ear.

Finn clung to me to keep from sliding to the floor in a boneless puddle, and I had to practically pour him into bed after drying him off with a fluffy towel.

“Sleep,” I told him when I caught him fighting the pull of the soft bed and comfortable sheets.

“Don’t want to wake up again and find you gone,” he admitted softly.

I brushed the floppy damp hair back from his forehead. “I promised you I wouldn’t leave. And if I get called out on an emergency, I’ll wake you and tell you what’s going on, okay? I promise.”

He reached up and ran a fingertip down the center of my forehead to the tip of my nose. “You’re not real. None of this is real.”

Finn’s voice was soft and sleepy. It tugged at my heart. I leaned in and nuzzled his neck. “Sleep. I’m worried about you. You seem worn-out.”

He lifted an eyebrow as if to ask, Whose fault is that? “Tomorrow we film the tyrolean traverse scene at Tempter’s Chimney. My climbing trainer isn’t going to be there for it, so I’m worried. That’s all.”

“You’ve filmed those kind of scenes before. In Cast in Clover season like… eight, I think, you did a tyrolean traverse over that raging river…” I let my words die off as I realized what I’d just accidentally revealed.

Suddenly, Finn Heller was wide-awake. He bolted upright in bed and poked me with a pointer finger right in the sternum. “Spill it, Sheriff McLying-Liarpants. Every single detail. And don’t you dare leave anything out.”

I played stupid. “Spill what? I already told you I’d watched it.”

His grin was nearly feral. “I didn’t realize you’d watched it enough to know specific episodes! You little faker. Acting like you had no idea who I was. I almost believed you, too.”

I sighed and threw myself back on the pillow dramatically. “Everyone knows who you are. That doesn’t mean— mpfh !”

He jumped on top of me and slammed his mouth down on mine, kissing me with renewed enthusiasm.

My lips were damn near chapped at this point, and my balls were definitely done for the night.

But god, his body felt good on mine, and my hands didn’t mind another exploration session.

We kissed and made out for a while longer before he pulled away laughing.

“Sheriff Clover-Fan. Who knew? Me. I knew. You absolute faker. I still can’t get over it. Tell me what your favorite parts were. Wait. Let me guess. You liked it when I got arrested for breaking into the school to steal my science paper.”

I huffed out a laugh. “Served you right, punk.”

Finn raised a teasing eyebrow. “The cop sucked me off in my trailer after we filmed that scene.”

Suddenly, it wasn’t funny anymore. Finn must have seen something change in my face because he put a hand to my chest. “Woah. Woah , big guy. I was joking. He flirted with me and tried to kiss me. My mom walked in and interrupted us. Then she threatened to call the real cops on him even though we were both legal. Calm down. Besides, he was an actor. Not an actual police officer.”

I sighed. “I’m making a mental list of people I need to punch. Except I’m obviously not going to punch anyone. But I can give them a very stern look.” I gave him my stern look to show him I was serious.

We fell asleep laughing in each other’s arms.

And it was so fucking good. I never wanted it to end.

Which meant I was terrified.