Page 26 of Insane Obsession

“You are ours, Finn. Our flower,” I growl. My dick jumps when I feel his hot breath against my flesh. “We found you, claimed you, and protect you.” Fisting a hand full of wet hair, I push him forward, groaning when his mouth freely opens.

My dick slides into his mouth. He smooths his hands up and down my thigh until he reaches the base of my cock and fists it while he sucks me.

“Take it all, flower,” I groan. “Swallow it. You’re mine to choke.”

My head falls back as I rock my hips back and forth, sliding in and out of his mouth. “Fuck, you’re taking me so damn good.”

The further down his mouth my cock slides, the more erratic my breath gets.

I grunt, my cock contracting. “Fuck, I’m coming.” Hot, salty release spills down his throat as I brush a hand through his hairand down his flushed face. I lift him up and we settle into kissing against the tiles. The water’s gone cold, but we’re so heated, it’s refreshing.

“You guys are so hot together.” B stands outside the shower entrance, holding his phone, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He’s wearing a bathrobe that’s opened in the middle, exposing his large, hard cock. “Accidentally overheard your conversation. Moss green it is.” He shows Finn his screen. “These are the suits I want for tonight.” He looks my way. “Jean’s sending the car. We’re expected at two.”

“Where? What?” Finn blinks in surprise.

“Don’t worry your pretty head right now, flower.” I brush a hand over B’s erection and suck in a breath when it bounces in excitement. “See that, Finn? That’s what you do to him. It’s all hard and wet.” I brush my thumb over the slit and collect some of the precum, then slide my finger into Finn’s mouth. He sucks on it without a word. “That’s right. It’s begging to be taken care of.”

Turning off the shower, I usher Finn down onto his knees again and let him crawl to B.

His obedience is such a huge, fucking turn-on.

My brother growls when Finn puts his perfect, soft lips around the crown of his dick and starts working him. “Fuck, sweetheart, so good.”

Snatching B’s phone out of his trembling hand, I go outside the shower and get dressed. It doesn’t take long for my brother’s raspy moans to fill the silence so beautifully.

After giving the surveillance footage a thorough once-over to assure myself it’s just the three of us, I clean up the living area, replace candles, and ensure the music plays another Christmas song. B loves those.

It doesn’t stop me from hearing Finn cry out in ecstasy.

Outside, snow continues to fall down the white sky, blanketing the forest with flakes.

A phone rings. Checking Finn’s screen, I ignore the call. Lea. Fucking bitch won’t control our flower’s life anymore. Only us.

“Who was that?” Finn walks into the living room in an oversized black hoodie and sweatpants. His hair, still wet, is brushed out of his face, showcasing his beautiful face—large, gray eyes with thick lashes, a small nose, and a wide, sweet mouth.

“Confirmation for today’s appointment,” I lie.

“About that.” He hesitates, looking around the room as if seeing it for the first time. “I appreciate you wanting to come to the party tonight, but I don’t think?—”

I hold up a hand. “No.”

He clasps his mouth shut. “No?”

I shake my head. “Don’t waste your energy on something that won’t change. We’re coming with you. The car will be here in a few hours.”

“C-car?”

“We’re taking you shopping.” Smirking, I turn around to prepare the pancakes. I can feel Finn’s unspoken questions.

“They better serve that fantastic champagne.” B roams inside. “I fucking loved those bubbles.”

“Champagne?” Finn sputters.

I smile. “Let me guess. Never had champagne either?”

He slowly shakes his head, frowning. “Okay,” he drawls carefully. “I am in college on a scholarship. You are mistaken if you think I can afford those things. Besides, I have a suit.”

“One,” B bristles.

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