Page 39 of Something Unforgettable

They hadn’t moved much during the night, and Ev hadn’t returned. Ev deserved something nice for ducking out when he did. Never in a million years could Xavier have imagined the evening going the way it had. But it had. And now there was a sweet boy in Xavier’s arms who only hours ago had stared up at him with those big, striking eyes and called him “Daddy.” Just the memory of that word on Finn’s lips was almost enough to get him hard again. He held back, though. He needed to pace himself. Finn was so new—while maybe not quite as innocent as Xavier had expected—and Xavier still didn’t want to push too hard too fast.

Finn sighed in his sleep, his warm breath ghosting over Xavier’s skin. Xavier wasn’t ready to wake him yet, but he couldn’t resist tracing the line of Finn’s eyebrow, then brushing his hair back from his face. He was beautiful, with a fine bone structure, long eyelashes, and full lips. He had a tiny scar on his cheek and a smattering of faint freckles across the bridge of his nose.

Xavier’s exploration drifted lower, skating over the curve of his collarbone and shoulder, then down his arm to the heavy plaster cast. Poor little bird. Xavier wished he could take the injury for himself. Finn should never have to suffer or struggle. Not with Xavier around.

As he moved on, he realized he was being watched, Finn’s stunning green-and-blue eyes soft with sleep but focused on him nonetheless.

“Morning, sweet boy,” he murmured. He brushed Finn’s hair back from his face again.

“Morning, Da—Xavier.” He blushed and tried to hide his face, but Xavier was having none of that. He gripped Finn around the waist and shifted him so he was stretched out on top of Xavier.

“Want to try again?” he asked, curious if Finn was being shy or just wasn’t prepared to use that name outside the heat of the moment.

Finn sank his teeth into the fullness of his lower lip then gave Xavier a beautiful smile and whispered, “Good morning, Daddy.”

Xavier pulled him up for a kiss in reward for his bravery.

Finn wrinkled his nose when he pulled away. “Morning breath is a little gross.”

Xavier laughed and lightly smacked his ass without thinking about it. Finn’s breath hitched and his eyes went wide. Shit. It was Xavier’s turn to grimace.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have done that without us talking about it first.”

Finn’s cheeks were pink and he hid his face in Xavier’s throat. “I think—” He cleared his throat, voice raspy. “I think I probably—probably like that.”

“Oh really?” Xavier gave the shell of his ear a playful nip, then rolled them, careful of the cast. Finn giggled and clung to him. “Probably-probably? Because we can definitely—”

The door of the cottage flew open and Ev burst inside with a cardboard tray of drinks, a large paper bag, and a massive grin.

“Morning, lovebirds,” he sing-songed. Just behind him was a grinning Micah with a coffee of his own.

Xavier directed his sternest glare at them and pointed at the door. “Five minutes, please.”

Ev laughed. “Sorry. Sorry.” He set his things down, grabbed the drink that was presumably his, and ushered Micah back outside with him.

The door clicked shut and Xavier turned back to Finn, who had pulled a pillow over his face in the commotion.

“They’re gone. You can come out now.” The pillow shifted as Finn shook his head. Xavier chuckled. His sweet boy. “It looks like Ev brought us coffee and pastries from that shop down the street.”

Finn stilled, possibly deciding if those things were worth facing his embarrassment for.

“And I only bought us a few minutes, so if you don’t want to be naked when they come back, I’m afraid you’re going to have to get up.”

Finn sighed and released the pillow. His hair was even more disheveled than before, and Xavier had to kiss him again. Twice.

“Up,” he announced. “You take the bathroom first.”

Finn gathered his clothes and shut the bathroom door behind him. While he did that, Xavier pulled on his discarded pants and went to let the terrible twosome back in.

Ev and Micah were leaning against his rental car, sipping their coffees and watching him with matching serious expressions. Now what?

“Do we need to have a conversation about you not hurting our friend?” Micah asked, a gleam entering his eyes.

Xavier sighed. Brats. The both of them. “You really don’t.”

Micah laughed. “I know. I just had to give you shit first.” He ducked in and gave Xavier a tight hug before entering the room. “I’m really happy for both of you.”

Ev walked up after him, his face serious as he flicked the inside of his labret piercing with his tongue.

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