Page 60 of Exile and Embrace

Finn takes the bottle I hold out to him, raises it high, and touches the neck of my bottle with his. “That’s quite the toast.”

I shrug and take a sip of the beer. “It seems like something we can bond over.”

“That we can.” He takes a long gulp of his drink before setting the bottle on the counter. “There were times when he wasn’t all bad. Although, it was usually something Declan had done that made him happy. Declan’s been the only one that Dad’s ever liked.”

I snort. “That seems hard to believe.”

“They’re exactly alike in some ways. Completely different in others. Declan is a little kiss-ass, so he’s always more willing to please him than I am.” Finn drums his fingers on the counter. “It’s funny, they stop hitting you once you get big enough to fight back.”

“You got into fights with your father?” I lean against the counter, trying to picture a life in which I would ever raise a hand to one of my parents.

Finn’s shoulder dips, the corner of his mouth curling. “He wanted to test his luck.”

“And where did that get him?”

“Internal bleeding.”

A chill runs down my spine at the reminder of who the man in front of me really is.

Though he’s never been anything but kind to me, he’s still a killer.

I’d be a fool to let all the good things overshadow all the horrible things he’s done.

And yet, the man I see right in front of me is no monster. He’s someone I could very easily fall for.

I guess you could call me a fool.

15

FINN

The house is dark as I walk inside late at night, rolling my shoulders back and trying to relieve some of the stiffness.

My spine cracks as I flick on the hallway light and kick off my shoes.

Water splashes somewhere in the house, followed by a soft moan.

My cock jerks as another moan plays like a sinful melody through the house.

I wander down the hall, Ava’s siren song calling to me.

The bathroom door is open wide as she tilts her head back and closes her eyes.

Her long hair hangs over the edge of the tube, the scent of vanilla wafting from the lit candles that line the counter.

The soft glow in the room only highlights the way her hand moves beneath the water.

She circles her fingers around her clit, her other hand massaging her breast.

Two fingers slide into her pussy while she rolls her nipple between her fingers.

I lean against the doorframe, unzipping my jeans to relieve my aching cock.

Her stiff nipples point toward the ceiling as she arches her back and moves her slender fingers faster in her pussy.

“Finn.” My name falls from her full lips as she switches to teasing the other nipple.

“Aves, if you keep that up, I’m going to have to show you how much better my tongue is than your fingers.”

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