Page 44 of A Touch Charmed

The only thing I mourned was the love I might’ve had if Dante hadn’t died. How sad that my heart bled more for a man I’d never met, had never even seen a picture of, than for the person who had raised me for twenty-eight years.

“I’m supposed to feel something, right?” I looked over to where Finn had taken a seat beside me. “Why don’t I care?”

“No one can tell you what you’re supposed to feel.” He took my hand and traced patterns on my palm, like I’d done to him just days ago. “Warren Chase has never been a father to you. You don’t owe him any sort of emotion.”

“Maybe I’m just in shock. It hasn’t hit me yet.” Though even as I said the words, they didn’t sit right with me. Not only had I accepted the truth, but I welcomed it. Because deep down I didn’t want Warren Chase to be my father.

“Here’s what I can tell you.” Finn gathered me against him. “When I found out my birth parents died from an overdose, I was relieved. Up until then, I spent every day in fear they’d try to sell me for drugs.”

I gasped as I flung a hand over my mouth. “They would’ve done something like that?”

Finn had always been so closed off about his past and how he grew up. He never wanted to talk about it, and rarely shared details with me. It was a part of him he tried to bury, but a part of him I still wanted because I wanted all of him.

“My birth father used to make comments about how much I could earn with my pretty face.” He blanched and I wrapped my arms tighter around him. “I started sleeping under my bed, pretending I wasn’t home. They were so high all the time they didn’t notice anyway. It’s been twenty years and I’m still not sad they’re gone.”

“Thank you for telling me that.” I rested my head on his shoulder. Another brick on the wall between us crashed to the ground. The more we opened up to each other, the more we let each other in, the stronger we’d become. “How are you doing with all this? It can’t be easy for you to hear that your dad had an affair with my mother.”

“I’m disappointed. I thought my dad was better than that, but at the same time…” Finn turned his gaze toward the ocean. “I didn’t know his circumstances back then or what happened between them, so who am I to pass judgment on him?”

“My life would’ve been so different if my mother had chosen love over security.”

“Yeah, but then you would’ve ended up my stepsister.” Finn let out a shudder. “That would’ve been awkward as fuck.”

“You’re ridiculous.” Laughing, I straddled him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Thank you. For being exactly what I needed today.”

“Always.” He kissed me.

As I took his kiss deeper, he ran his hands under the skirt of my dress, gripping my ass. I let out a breathy sigh, dragging myself against his hardening length. “Finn.”

“I love the way you say my name when you’re turned on.”

My lips parted. He cupped my neck and kissed me, angling my face to stroke my tongue in that way that had me grinding harder against him. No one kissed like Finn. My fingers combed through his silky hair, and a groan rumbled in his chest.

His calloused hand trailed under my dress. He pushed my underwear to the side, plunging two fingers deep inside me and curling them. “Ride my hand, gorgeous. Show me how you want to take my cock.”

I moved on his fingers as he rubbed his thumb over my clit, building me so quickly, I could barely keep up. My palms glowed with clear light, but my magic wasn’t taking over. Instead, it poured out of me, surrounding us in bright, starlit twinkles. Like tiny diamonds. He hit the spot inside me that nearly had my eyes rolling to the back of my head, and sun rays glinted off my light, bathing the cliff in a thousand tiny rainbows.

“I need more.” I undid the buckle on his pants and pulled down the zipper. Taking his beautiful cock in my hand and giving it a few pumps, I rubbed the tip over my clit before fitting him at my entrance and sinking down on him. “Yes. This right here.”

Finn tightened his hands on my ass. “Fuck. You feel so good.”

I lifted up slightly before coming back down again, starting with slow strokes, wanting to feel every glorious inch of him against my inner walls. He felt amazing inside me. As I became more comfortable, I moved faster. He pulled the front of my dress down, pinching and rolling my nipples before taking them between his teeth. I let out a moan. He swallowed the sound with a kiss. His tongue stroked my mouth as strong and deep as his cock stroked me from the inside.

“I’m so close.” I buried my face in his neck. “Fuck me harder, Finn. Make me come.”

He grabbed my hips, bringing me down harder on his cock and rolling them, grinding my clit against him. I dug my nails into his shoulders as he continued to move me up and down his length, taking me harder and faster, and oh God. Bright lights exploded all around me. Magic poured out of my palms, hot and glowing, a total release of energy.

“I’m coming.” My entire body shook as my orgasm rocketed through my system. “It’s so good. Finn.” I sobbed his name as the tremors continued to roll through me.

He let out a groan as he went over the edge with me. We clung to each other, riding out those final waves. No one ever made me feel as safe and as whole as Finn. This was where I belonged. In his home and in his arms. For the rest of my life.

I opened my eyes and let out a gasp of surprise. “Oh my God.”

“I prefer to go by Finn.” He gave me a half-cocked smile.

I smacked his chest. “No, look.”

His nearly dead garden, the one he didn’t have time to maintain because he worked so many hours, had come back to full life. Flowers that had been wilted and drooping into the dirt now stood at attention, brightly colored and filling the air with their sweet perfume. Bushes that had been browning were covered in lush green foliage. Plants of all shapes and sizes stretched their waxy leaves toward the sun. Even the lawn on his side yard looked perkier.

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