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finn

I pull into my driveway with Carter seconds behind me.

We barely make it inside before I’ve got his clothes torn from his body.

I lock the door and then shove him against the wall, his body bouncing slightly and pulling me into him.

We’re a mess of mouths, tongues, and hands as we work our way to my bedroom.

I want inside him so goddamn bad, and knowing that his ass is nice and stretched open for me excites and pleases me to no end.

“Hands and knees on the bed, let me see that ass.”

Carter obeys, crawling on all fours onto the center of my bed, resting his cheek on the sheets and propping his sexy ass into the air.

I strip out of my clothes, grab a bottle of lube, and kneel behind him, my weight shifting the mattress under us.

His skin is so smooth as I run my hands over his ass, squeezing into the muscles and working my way up over his hips, and lower back.

“Fuck, do you have any idea how goddamn sexy you are?” I practically growl. Carter fists the sheets under him, staying so still and perfect for me. Spreading his ass, I get my first glimpse of the pretty jewel sitting against his asshole. “Fuuuck.” I can’t believe he did this for me.

“I’m gonna remove the plug, take a deep breath and push out for me,” I tell him, wanting him to know exactly what’s happening to him at all times. Unless we agree otherwise.

My fingers grip the base of the plug and I pull slowly as Carter pushes out, successfully removing it from his ass. I toss it off to the side for us to clean later and stare down at his hole.

A deep, primal growl works through my chest at the sight. He’s so fucking ready for me. Leaning in, I lick up his taint to the top of his ass, swirling my tongue around his open hole, dipping my tongue inside. Carter mewls, and groans, pressing his ass against my mouth in search of more.

“You taste so damn good. You like it when I eat your ass, lover? You like my tongue all over your hole?”

“Uhng-gah-aah!”

I chuckle against his skin. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Reaching around, I grab his thick shaft and tug on it while continuing to feast on his ass, making him a moaning, whining mess under me. I fucking love seeing him melt like this. My big strong man, a fucking puddle because of how good I’m making him feel. Talk about a fucking turn-on.

“Finn . . . I’m gonna blow, baby. Fuck me.”

“Mmm.” I take one last long, languid lick up his ass before straightening my spine between his legs, sitting up tall. I pop open the bottle of lube and coat my weeping dick with it, rubbing my fist up and down and making sure I’m thoroughly coated.

“You ready for me, lover? How do you want it?”

“Fuck yes, baby. Hard. Fuck me into the mattress.”

I nearly blow right there.

Lining up my cock with his hole, I press inside, sinking easily into him in one smooth motion. The world turns on its goddamn axis at the feel of his tight ass around my dick.

“Oh fuuuuck, yessss. Goddamn, I love your ass. You okay?”

“Yes, shit, yes, fuck me. Fuck me.” He chants it, begs for it, and do I fucking comply.

I ride him hard, holding his hips steady as I withdraw and thrust back in.

“Look at you taking all of me. This.” Thrust. “Ass.” Thrust. “Is.” Thrust. “Mine.”

“Yessss!” Carter screams, his moans echoing off the walls and burning me up from the inside out. I collapse on top of him, flattening his body to the bed as I grab both of his hands, weaving my fingers through his and holding them tight.

“Shit, baby, it feels so good. You’re hitting everything just right.”

“Love making you feel so good, Carter. Fucking live for it.”

I thrust into him, Carter meeting me stroke for stroke as he pushes his ass back out into me.

“Need to come, baby. Please. Fuck, I need to come.”

I back up onto my knees, dragging Carter with me so that his ass is in my lap and back is to my chest. His head lolls onto my shoulder as I slow my pace.

Gripping his hair, I tilt his head so that my mouth has access to his neck.

I lick and lap, bite and nibble at the skin as Carter shakes and writhes in my arms.

“You’re gonna come from just my cock buried in your ass tonight. Don’t touch yourself,” I whisper to him, daring him. I know he can do it. He’s close already.

“Ohh, fuuuck.”

“You’re doing so damn well taking all of me, making me feel so goddamn good. I want you to come. Let me have it.”

I reach around us, finding his nipples and pinching, alternating between bringing him a bite of pain and soothing it with gentle caresses. I lick up the length of his long neck and back down again before sucking on the spot where his neck meets his shoulders.

“Come, Carter. Milk me and take me with you.”

That seems to do the trick. I fuck into him from below as he shakes in my arms, his ass squeezing tightly around my cock and pulling me with him.

My orgasm hits hard, Carter’s ass sucking the cum right out of me.

We both gasp for air as we work to come down from this mind-blowing feeling.

The chemistry between us is like nothing I’ve ever come close to experiencing before.

I run my hands over his body, stopping to flatten my palm against his heart, feeling the rapid beating beneath it.

“You did so fucking good. I love sex with you,” I praise him.

“You fuck like an animal, Nash. I’m obsessed with it.” I laugh against his neck.

“Knew you could come like that. So fucking hot.”

“Jesus, at first I thought you were crazy, but you got me there. Fuck, baby.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I’m done waiting. Trey and I aren’t making any progress. Everything is a dead end. Other than yearbook photos and class lists, there’s no other connection we can find that would explain my dad’s hate for the Hayes family and why he’s so damn adamant about me staying away.

He’s texted damn near every day, asking when I’ll be in Seattle and when I’ll be making things right with Lexi. I did send her a simple text apologizing for how rude I was, but after everything I told her in Maine, I’m pretty sure she took the hint that I wasn’t interested.

My phone chimes again, another bullshit text message reminding me how my life will be over if I don’t deliver, and what a failure I am, just propels me to do one last drop-in to try to talk him off the ledge.

I wake up at four-thirty, having spent the night alone, and I’m not happy about it. Driving back and forth is starting to get to Carter, and he hasn’t spent the night here since our evening at Temptations. It’s been days and I fucking miss having him in my bed.

After getting ready, I get into my SUV around six to start the three-hour drive into Seattle, knowing that I’m just going to have to drive back once I’m done.

It’s bullshit, but I’ve got to see him in person and he hasn’t been working at the western office lately.

Talking on the phone and giving him the opportunity to hang up on me isn’t an option.

After getting stuck in traffic for an hour, I’m arriving at the office building a full hour later than I had hoped I would. After I’ve parked, I shoot Trey a text to let him know where I am and that I won’t be in the office today, and then send Carter a text telling him I’m thinking about him.

Taking a deep breath, I lock up my vehicle and make the trek to the top floor to no doubt fight with my asshole father.

His ass-face receptionist, who I would expect to be here, isn’t in her normal place, so I let myself in through the glass doors and walk to the back where my father’s private office is.

My footsteps pause, the moans and thumping audible through the second set of closed doors catching me completely off guard.

Knowing that my mom is in Paris this week, I steady myself for what I’m about to see.

Like picking up a shoe after you’ve killed a spider, I have to check to make sure what I’m hearing is in fact, my piece of shit father cheating on my mother.

Blood rushes between my ears and I almost can’t believe this is fucking happening.

With a shaky hand, I twist the silver doorknob and push it open. I expected his secretary, whom I’ve suspected of sleeping with him in the past, but what I find is so much better. I quickly pull out my phone and snap a photo, making sure my dad’s face is front and center in the frame.

Lucky for me, they are both facing my direction, and I don’t have to see my indisposed father’s shriveled dick.

Instead, I get a front-row view of him barreling into none other than Lexi Fairchild.

Her blonde hair is splayed over his desk, where she lies bent over, dress flipped up, my dad right behind her.

Neither hears me until I start slowly clapping.

My dad’s head shoots up, his face red and angry.

“Get the fuck out, Griffin!” he roars, his voice thundering through the room as he pushes off of Lexi and bends to pull up his pants. Lexi pushes the hair out of her face as she looks at me, her eyes going wild with panic.

“No, I don’t think I’m going to go anywhere.”

“This isn’t what it looks like, Griffin,” Lexi tries to argue.

“It’s exactly what it looks like, Lexi. I’m not blind.

We were never going to be together, and I couldn’t care less about what you do, but I highly suggest you run for the hills and figure yourself out before you are tangled any further with men like him.

No amount of money is worth this.” It’s more kindness than she deserves after her role in shattering my weekend with Carter in Maine, but I don’t fully blame her.

She’s the product of her father’s demands, just like I am, only I’m choosing to break the cycle, and she’s continuing it.

I hope she gets her life together before she winds up spending it numb and empty like both of our mothers.

Lexi scrambles past me to leave the office, and I’m left staring at my father.

“I never want to hear you say that I’m a disappointment again after what I just walked in on,” I seethe.

He doesn’t say a word, and I turn on my heels to leave. It’s better he stews for a bit, wondering what I’m going to do with the information I just gained on him, rather than fighting it out now. For the first time in my life, I have the upper hand and he knows it.

Once I’m in my car, I start it up to crank up the AC, the heat of the day already sweltering, especially in my office clothes.

I always suspected my dad wasn’t faithful to my mother, but to suspect it and see it firsthand are two completely different things.

I gave up the fantastical dreams of a kid that my father was going to suddenly wake up and be the role model and protector that all the other kids I went to school with had.

But this cements my feelings for the man who created me.

All he’s ever cared about is power and how to gain more of it by weaponizing his money.

I’m struggling with the best course of action.

I immediately want to use every vile piece of hate he’s ever thrown at me, every time he’s used me, bullied me, left me to fend for myself, embarrassed me, made me this human who is constantly seeking praise and never feeling like he’s good enough for anything, to crumble him.

But I don’t want to be anything like him, and that’s exactly what he would do if the tables were turned.

I gave him almost thirty years of my life, breaking myself to become someone he could be proud of, but it was never enough, and it was never going to be enough.

I was set up for failure from the moment he had me.

He’s always looked at me as a piece of his business, an asset that he can mold and control.

I’ve lost too much of myself and too much time because of him.

This ends here. Adrenaline is coursing through me as I unlock my phone and quickly bring up Trey’s chat.

Me: Done already

Trey: Fuck bro. That was like ten minutes. I knew driving up there was gonna be for nothing

Me: You won’t feel that way when I show you the photo I just took

Trey: Give me more than that

Me: Sure you don’t want the surprise later? Kinda want to see your face when you see what I found

Trey: Fuckin’ tell me or I’ll cut off your dick and feed it to you

Me: Just walked in on my dad with Lexi Fairchild bent over his desk

Trey: No fucking way

Trey: You were just given the fucking keys to the city brother

Me: No shit.

Me: Now, what do we do with it?

Trey: We either burn it all to the ground

Trey: Blackmail the mother fucker and take over

Trey: Or

Me: Or???

Trey: We take the high road and use it as leverage for him to let you silently walk away and start your life over.

Everything that was already running through my mind.

I know I won’t ruin the business because that’s not who I am.

I love my damn job, but I also am fully aware that unless I force a takeover, I’m not going to have one.

But even if I do that, will he ever really and truly go away?

I know what I’m doing without thinking too hard about it.

Me: We’ll talk about it and get a plan together.

Trey: I got you no matter what. Where you go, I go

Even though I still don’t have the answers I want, with the evidence of a lifetime that could end all of this bullshit, I take the long-ass drive all the way back across the state, feeling a whole helluva lot better than I did this morning and one step closer to starting the life I’ve always wanted.