36. Chester #2
I’d talked it over with Bailey first, going through my plan with him.
He’d reassured me that the likelihood of me dying in the next eighteen hours was extremely small and that, if anything did happen, Finn could mate with me almost instantly.
With that in mind, I knew exactly what I was going to do .
Finn had shown up for me time and time again. Sweet romantic gestures had been the norm from him for the start.
I was ready to show him some romance in return.
“You’ve been quiet,” Finn said as we drove back from Edinburgh to the Highlands.
Neither of us had wanted to stay down in Southampton, despite Danny and the others insistence.
Finn wanted to get back to the clan and I wanted to get back to my shop.
While I’d spoken to Reid briefly the night before, I wouldn’t feel settled until I saw him in the flesh. “Everything okay?”
He’d asked me already what Bailey and I had talked about. Not wanting to give anything away, I’d just told him he’d shared some things he’d learnt since being apart from Matt. Finn hadn’t pushed for more.
Another casual show of respect that had me falling even harder.
“Yep.” I laced my fingers through his. “Just thinking about everything that’s happened today.”
Finn gave a low whistle. “Crazy to think it’s only been a day.”
It was. We’d managed to catch one of the earliest flights there, and the latest one home. All in all, we’d been gone for about fifteen hours.
Fifteen life-changing hours.
“I can’t believe supes have been involved in my life for so long,” I said. “The long-lost deceased relative story did seem to have some holes, but…”
“But you never presumed those holes were caused by the interference of the sons of Lucifer?” He huffed. “I’m not sure any human would’ve thought that, especially when you didn’t know supes were even a thing.”
“Exactly.” I felt validated. “Even now, it feels like a massive stretch. I just can’t believe they did so much for me.”
“Me neither,” Finn admitted. “I knew they were a good bunch, but this goes beyond that. I’m just so fucking grateful.”
“You were right, demons aren’t evil, especially not Cal or Harlow. They’re more like my guardian angels.”
Finn groaned as he pulled up outside my house. “Do me a favour and never tell Harlow that. I might be more grateful than I could ever express, but he’d take that title and run with it forever. I’m talking T-shirts with it on. Probably mugs too.”
“I didn’t realise you knew him that well.”
“I don’t.” He smirked. “But you don’t need to have met Harlow often to get a sense of his vibe. Plus, I know Logan, and it’s the kind of shit he would do.”
We got out of his car and made our way indoors. Finn went to the kettle while I hung up my outer layers. The broken window had been fixed in our absence, all evidence of what happened with Clyde taken care of.
A sense of calm domesticity washed over me as I watched Finn move around my kitchen with ease. He located the mugs we both liked to use, chucking the teabags in and adding my sweetener.
This. This right here was what I wanted. Bailey was right, I was letting my past get in the way of my future.
No more.
I cuddled Finn from behind, resting my chin on his shoulder. “Fancy taking a shower with me while the tea cools down?”
Finn snorted. “If we get in the shower together it’ll be stone cold by the time we get out.”
“Fine,” I sighed dramatically, secretly thrilled that I felt confident enough to tease him like this. “I guess I’ll go on my own.”
I didn’t make it out of the kitchen before Finn was swooping me off my feet and cradling me to his chest. “I don’t fucking think so, m’eudail. You’re just going to have to come quickly.”
He had to walk sideways up the stairs to fit us both, but he made it work.
“Who said anything about coming?” I said innocently as he put me down in the bathroom. I reached in and turned the shower on to warm up. “I just thought we’d wash each other off.”
Finn smirked, eyeing the bulge in my trousers pointedly. “Mm-hmm. I’m sure that’s all you’ve got planned.”
Now I was the one smirking as I stripped off as fast as I could. Finn matched me garment for garment. “It’s not my fault. You’re the one who put the idea in my head.”
Naked, Finn gestured for me to get under the spray first. “Ah, so it should be me who takes care of it. Well, lucky for you, I live to serve,” he said.
I waited until he’d joined me before sinking to my knees. “I like your thinking, but I’ll be the one doing the serving today.”
Finn braced one of his arms against the tile, staring down at me hungrily. “This is a sight I’ll never get tired of.”
Each time he made a comment like that, it healed a broken piece of my heart. I couldn’t wait until tomorrow.
Until I told him this was a sight he never needed to give up.
Lathering up my hands, I washed the grime of travel off him. I didn’t rise from my knees, instead running my soapy hands as far up his chest as I could.
Finn didn’t take his eyes off me as I paid close attention to his lower half. His balls, which were already tight and heavy. The swollen head of his shaft. The nest of pubic hair at his base.
I washed it all reverently, getting him ready for me.
“Rinse,” I ordered, surprised by the rasp in my voice.
Finn did as I asked without hesitation, taking care to ensure all traces of soap were washed away. When he was done, he smirked down at me. “Now that ye have me all clean, whatever will ye do with me?”
I answered him with my mouth, but not with words.
We both moaned as I encircled him with my lips and hollowed my cheeks. He was too big for me to deep throat—my gag reflex was something I’d never been able to train away—but I made up for it by wrapping my hand around his base and sucking hard.
“Oh, Chester,” Finn groaned. “Ye feel so good.”
I hummed and bobbed my head in a steady rhythm. My own erection was aching between my thighs, but I ignored it. I wanted to see Finn come undone more than I wanted my own orgasm.
My spare hand went to his balls, rolling and tugging at them lightly the way I knew he liked. The salty tang of his precum hit my tongue as he gave another filthy moan.
“I’m so close. Touch yerself for me, Chester. I want to see you come at the same time.”
I held my hand in the air and Finn grabbed the bottle of lube. We’d messed around in here so many times now that it just made sense to keep some next to the shampoo. It was a good thing we both had perfect eyesight—mixing up those bottles would have us washing our hair out for weeks.
I lowered my now slick hand to my cock. My nerves were on fire as I stroked myself, firm and fast. I worked Finn over in the same rhythm, taking us both closer to the edge.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his hand resting on my head. “You’re so good, Chester. I’m so fucking lucky. Such a good fucking boy for me.”
I came on those words, my hips stuttering. Finn followed a heartbeat later, filling my mouth with a roar. I swallowed rapidly, my tongue swiping up the final spurts. When he started to soften, I pulled off and gave his cock a final kiss.
“How was that?” I asked.
Finn reached down to help me up. I was going to protest that it wasn’t necessary, but from how my legs wobbled, I thought it was. “Perfection, m’eudail, like always.”
He lathered up my scrunch and motioned for me to turn around so he could wash my back. As he got closer to my arse, his lips found the back of my neck. “Got to make sure you’re really clean here for me, because I’m not letting you out here without at least one more orgasm.”
Finn had been right. By the time we finally got out and dried off, the tea was stone cold.
Neither of us regretted it one bit.