Page 52 of Something Unforgettable

“I had a-a riding accident,” he said, his voice wavering, then strengthening. He paused and glanced at the people hovering nearby, riveted to the conversation. “Horseback riding,” he added with a pointed look, earning a chuckle from at least one observer. He turned back to Jackson and squared his shoulders. “So, you’re him. You’re not what I expected.”

Jackson cocked a hip and planted his hand on it. “Well, I’ve never heard of you. Why don’t you fade away so the grown-ups can talk.”

Xavier hid his wince and his desire to haul Finn into the safety of his arms. He didn’t know what the hell was going on, but Remy was looking less murderous, and if they could avoid an all-out brawl, Xavier would go along with it. For now.

Finn barked out a laugh and it made Jackson scowl—Jackson hated to be laughed at. “Why would I listen to the asshole who dated my boyfriend for his money and then outed my friend? You’re the one who needs to fade away.”

There was a startled murmur in the watching crowd. Jackson’s face drained of color and he shot Xavier a look he couldn’t decipher.

“You don’t know what—”

“What I know, is that you fucked up. And now it’s time for you to go,” Finn said, gesturing to the door, just as Isabella’s security appeared and took Jackson by the elbows. Xavier put a hand on his shoulder, but Finn pulled away and stepped toward Jackson, getting in his face. “You stay away from both of them,” he said, low enough that the crowd was straining to hear.

“Or what?” Jackson sneered, tugging at the bodyguard’s grip on his arms.

“Or I’ll stand back and watch my Daddy ruin you.”

Once Jackson was escorted from the room, the gawkers disbursed. Finn released a breath that shuddered on its way out. He allowed Xavier to turn him and looked up, his mismatched eyes huge in his pale face.

“Did I really just do that?” he asked.

A rush of possessive pride nearly bowled Xavier over. He wrapped his arms around Finn, drawing him close.

“You really fucking did,” he said, pressing his lips to Finn’s hair.

Remy squeezed Finn’s shoulder. “You were brilliant, pet.” He turned to Isabella and they had a hurried, whispered conversation before leaving the room.

“You were,” Xavier repeated, kissing Finn’s temple and down his cheek. He needed his boy closer. Needed to touch him. Feel the heat of his skin under Xavier’s hands. Now.

Right now.

He eased Finn back then took his hand. “Come with me.”

Weaving between party guests, he headed for the wing that housed Isabella’s guest rooms. He was walking too fast, and Finn had to hurry to keep up.

“Xavi? Where are we going?”

The guest bath was the second room on the right. He opened the door and pushed Finn inside, shutting and locking it behind them. Finn’s back hit the door and he gasped, his eyes wide as color flooded his cheeks.

“What are you doing?”

Xavier didn’t answer, just knelt, reached for Finn’s belt and yanked it open. Finn’s pants followed, pushed down his thighs and pulled off one foot. Then Xavier slid a hand into his briefs and freed his soft cock.

“Xavi,” Finn gasped, slumping against the door as his knees wobbled. Xavier caught him by the hips to keep him in place and lifted one narrow thigh over his shoulder, letting it hang down his back so he could palm Finn’s sweet ass. Fuck, he felt good, firm and round. Xavier could play with his ass all day, tease him until Finn was desperate and begging. He gave a squeeze, then sucked Finn into his mouth.

Finn cried out, his hands flying to Xavier’s hair. The cast knocked against his head, but Xavier didn’t care. He had to have his boy right now. Needed to show him how perfect he was, standing up to Jackson. Xavier couldn’t wait. Couldn’t slow down.

He swirled his tongue around the soft flesh in his mouth, feeling it twitch and harden as Finn panted and groaned above him, tugging at his hair.

“Daddy,” Finn begged, setting off another bolt of possessive lust that clouded Xavier’s brain. “Daddy, please.”

Finn was trembling. His cock hardened in seconds as Xavier started a fast bob. God, he tasted good, sweet and salty and oh so soft. Xavier reached up to cup his balls, registering that they were perfectly smooth and hairless. That was new. He groaned, fumbling for his own pants, freeing his throbbing cock and fisting it, matching the speed that he was sucking Finn down. Finn made a desperate sound and thrust into Xavier’s mouth, his movements jerky and uncoordinated. Xavier tightened his hold, helping him find a rhythm until Finn’s back arched and he came with a shout, spilling down Xavier’s throat in long pulses.

Xavier was a minute behind him, his orgasm shuddering through him and leaving him panting. He released Finn’s leg, helping him to straighten.

He looked up and swore.

Finn looked shocked. Overwhelmed. He was trembling and disheveled, naked from the waist down except for his underwear and the jeans bunched around one ankle. He blinked and a tear slipped down his cheek. Xavier’s heart dropped. Oh, fuck. What had he done?

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