Page 53 of Something Unforgettable

“Sweetheart?” he asked, smoothing his hands up Finn’s thighs. “Fuck, little one. I’m sorry. I got completely carried away. Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Scare you?”

Xavier’s heart was pounding now. How could he have jumped Finn like that when he had next to no experience? And to do it in a guest bathroom at Isabella’s house at that.

He was still beating himself up when Finn fucking giggled, then slapped a hand over his mouth. His knees gave out in the next instant and Xavier caught him, drawing him into his lap.

“Finn?”

“Oh my god,” Finn said, still laughing. “That was so fucking hot. I think you broke my brain.”

Xavier went lightheaded with relief. “You’re sure? It wasn’t too much? I wasn’t thinking.”

Finn shook his head and seemed to catch on that Xavier was panicking. He leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to his mouth, cutting him off.

“It was a little overwhelming, but it was awesome. I got my first blow job in Isabella Brantford’s guest bathroom.”

Xavier had to chuckle, too, in relief. “Still, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that without asking first.” He thumbed the tear off Finn’s cheek.

Finn gave him a gentle, reassuring look. “Daddy, I could have said red if I wanted you to stop. That’s what we have safewords for, right?”

Xavier shook his head a little. “Yes, but—”

Finn put a hand over his mouth, stopping him. “Xavier. I promise, if you do something I don’t like or want, I’m not afraid to ask you to stop. I trust you. Besides, that was amazing. My fingertips are still tingling from how hard I came.” He held up one hand like Xavier would be able to see them tingle. Xavier kissed his fingers instead.

“All right, little one, all right. I believe you.” He helped Finn stand and righted his clothes, taking an extra minute to straighten his shirt and get his hair back in order. He still looked freshly fucked, but there was nothing to be done about that.

While he was fixing his own clothes and cleaning up the mess on the floor, Finn shifted beside him, chewing on his lower lip.

“Um, Daddy? While you were—”

Xavier fought a grin. “Sucking you?”

Finn nodded, looking a little sheepish. “Did you notice anything…different?” He caught his lip between his teeth again.

Xavier thought he’d imagined it. He stood and backed Finn up against the door again, caging him in with arms on either side of his head.

“Is that what you were doing upstairs?”

Finn swallowed hard, then nodded. “Remy…” His cheeks pinked. “He said you’d like it. He bought me a bunch of stuff and stood outside the bathroom door to tell me how to use it all.” His gaze flicked up to meet Xavier’s. “Did you like it?”

It was possible Remy deservedtwobottles of his favorite whiskey.

Xavier ducked down so he could speak into Finn’s ear. “Ilove it, little one. I can’t wait to unwrap the rest of my surprise when we get home later.”

Finn’s breath wooshed out and he grinned. “Okay. But can we still go back to the party? I want to make sure Remy’s okay.”

God, he was so fucking sweet. “Of course we can, sweet boy. We can do whatever you want.”

Finn tilted his head, his eyes gleaming mischievously as he reached out and grabbed Xavier’s hand.

“Anything?”

Xavier laughed, unlocking the bathroom down and steering him out into the hallway.

“As long as it’s not going to get either of us killed or arrested. Anything you want.”

Finn’sbarebackwastoasty warm compared with his legs, which were chilly from dangling in the pool. He was wearing boxers because he hadn’t packed a suit and, despite Xavier’s suggestion, he wasn’t interested in skinny-dipping—even if they were the only two people there. Remy had spent the night at Isabella’s and Xavier was getting a morning workout in, his powerful arms cutting through the water. Finn was…enjoying the view.

He would have liked to go in the water, too, but Xavi said Finn in wet boxers would make him lose his restraint, and they shouldn’t get the cast wet. Xavi had promised him plenty more pool time the next time they were in LA. Finn went along with it, even though he was having a difficult time picturing tomorrow, much less things that were some undefinable time in the future.

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