Page 55 of Filtration Play
“Nah, I’ve got him.” Fin patted Ollie on the ass as they pulled out. He missed the fullness at once. His head spun, a bit dizzier than normal, everything a little cloudier. Fin crouched in front of him. “Hey, sweetness,” they said, their hazel eyes crinkling with what could only be affection. “How’re you feeling?”
Ollie licked his lips, which were a little dry. “Spacey. Probably low on blood sugar.”
Fin nodded. “Since I’m not the best at the whole snuggling form of aftercare, how about we hop into my car, and I take you out to eat?”
“What about Play Night?” Ollie asked, his blinks becoming heavier, like his lids were weighted. Fin bustled around him, undoing the bonds around his wrists, around his ankles. The freedom sent another rush through him. He glanced up to Fin.
They gave him a whiplash smile. “You saw, you conquered, and you definitely came. I’d consider that a resounding success.”
Nolan cackled from behind them. “You fucking would, Finley.”
“Come on.” Fin wrapped an arm around him to help him up. “Let’s get a drink in you over on the couch, and then I’m taking you out.”
“Bring him over here,” Meg said.
Ollie used his remaining energy to stumble over to the couch where Meg and now Pixie sat. He collapsed into it, and Pixie gave him an understanding pat on the shoulder.
“Damn impressive for a first time here,” she said, her eyes soft and hazy.
His heart thumped hard.
“Good pick, Finley,” Meg said. “He belongs.”
The comment struck him right in the heart.
It was all he’d ever wanted. Somewhere to belong, and someone to belong to.
If only Fin would keep him.
Chapter Eighteen
Fin had been in a hell of a lot of scenes, but that Play Night would stick out in their memory forever.
Even though they’d participated in some seriously kinky stuff, the scenes they’d done in the past had all been fun. Breezy. Light. With many of their partners, he’d felt affection and tenderness, but not this intensity they experienced with Ollie. When he looked up at them, placed his trust in them, this protective urge rose that must’ve been dormant before. And they’d already crossed that line with him in asking to continue playing together.
As their sub.
Fin clutched the wheel tight as they pulled into street parking near their destination.
“Where are you taking me?” Ollie asked as if the jolt had roused him out of a stupor. He’d crammed down a granola bar they had onstandby and had managed to get himself under control at Whipped, but after the initial boost, he needed something more to stabilize his blood sugars.
“Thought we were done questioning my kidnappings?” they teased.
Ollie snorted. “It does tend to be a trend.”
“You feeling steady?” they asked. The shadows of the surrounding night crept in through the car, sharpening his features.
He heaved out a sigh. “If it’s a short walk with the promise of some solid sustenance, I can make it. But my sugars are still a bit wonky.”
“How come that doesn’t happen every time we play?” Fin asked, curiosity getting the better of them as they stepped out of the car.
Ollie slipped out as well and matched their stride. “Fuck if I know. There are so many factors involved on any given day, and the way kink messes with adrenaline could be a study all on its own.” He chewed on his lip and glanced away. “Is it a problem?”
Fin reached up and squeezed his nape. “Nuh-uh. None of that pitying shit. I’m just a curious motherfucker, and you happen to be fascinating.”
Ollie glanced at them, and the flash of vulnerability in those pretty brown eyes had their heart thumping in double time. However, his eyes crinkled, and a wan smile lifted his lips. “Like a science experiment?”
“If that’s your kink, babe. I can throw on the lab coat next time.” Fin stopped in front of a familiar place. House of Swords had a dingy yellow sign out front, but the place oozed a fascinating sort of class they didn’t mesh with at all. However, they’d gone here a bunch with Meg, Parker, and Tristan, and one thing kept them coming back. “Come on.” They slipped their hand in Ollie’s and gave a tug.
