29. Finn
TWENTY-NINE
FINN
I woke up feeling wonderful, but when I opened my eyes, I panicked, finding myself wrapped around Travis, practically lying on top of him, my hand down Jasper’s boxer shorts, gripping onto his cock like a comforter.
“Shit,” I whispered, easing out my hand and trying to push myself up without anyone noticing, but both of them spoke at once.
“Don’t stop,” Jasper mumbled sleepily, while Travis said, “Oh no, you don’t, Twinkle.”
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have?—”
Travis didn’t let me finish. “The only person complaining about these sleeping arrangements is you.”
“My cock is complaining now. It was enjoying that,” Jasper added, opening one eye to look at me.
My cheeks heated, but then I let out a defeated sigh. “What time is it?” I asked as I lay back down between them, Travis pulling me back to where I’d been and then nudging me until I slipped my hand under the covers and into Jasper’s shorts.
Travis lifted his phone from the side. “Four am. Go back to sleep.”
“Yeap, I need you on your A-game today while we go sort this shit out. I need fierce Finn backing me up.”
“Yes, Professor.”
He snuggled closer, pressing a sleepy kiss to my temple. “Thank you. What would we do without you?”
I fell back asleep, wondering what life would be like to have people who wanted me around and didn’t think I was too much, but I knew the truth. In the end, everyone left.