Page 97 of Mob Star

“We could say you came straight from work. You can’t wear your gun without a suit coat.”

“I wasn’t planning on wearing it into your parents’ home. I’d have it in the car, but I won’t bring a weapon into someone else’s home that isn’t my family or doesn’t pose a threat to you.”

“Me? What about a threat to you?”

“Your safety will always be my greatest concern.”

“You make it sound like you don’t care about your own. I don’t like that, Finn. That scares me.”

“Shh, cailín. I have too much to live for now that I’ve met you. I won’t be rash or irresponsible. I want to come home to you too much to get myself killed by not taking the necessary precautions. But I’ll still prioritize your wellbeing over mine. I do the same for all the people in my family.”

I nod. That’s only mildly comforting. He pulls me in close to lay my head on his chest. My arms go around his waist, and he hugs me tighter.

“Daddy, I like this.”

“I do too. I like how connected we are. There’s no way to tell where you begin, and I end.”

“We’re discussing some tough shit right now. I need this peace I feel when we’re like this. I always feel untouchable with you, but this is a whole other level.”

“And I always want to keep you sheltered from the darker parts of my life, but being like this makes me realize how committed I am to that.”

“Finn, can we try falling asleep like this some time?”

“I’d love that. I know we need to go, but we have to sort some things out before we get there. Do you want to do it in the car, or do you need a few minutes like this?”

“Yes.” I smile against his shoulder.

“That doesn’t answer my question.” His chest rumbles as he laughs.

“We can sort things out in the car since it’s a forty-five-minute drive. But I need to be like this for a little longer. Even though that conversation went better than I expected when it started, it was still nerve-racking.”

He strokes my back, and I sigh. This has been an intense afternoon. I need to figure out another word to describe things with Finn. Intense is getting monotonous. But it was. The BDSM, his brothers, my parents. It’s just a lot.

“I was going to drive us, but I’m going to have Joey come over.”

“Why?” I sit up.

“Because we need to get going, but I want us to finish our conversation like this. We can’t do that if I’m supposed to watch the road.”

“I don’t know that I’d fit between you and the steering wheel.”

He picks up his phone, which he’d put on the bed when I made my call. He shoots off a text, and one comes back nearly immediately.

“He’ll be here in ten minutes. You may need to text your parents and tell them it’ll be closer to an hour.”

“I know. I can do it once we see what traffic’s like. I need to take a quick shower. I?—”

“Still have my cum in your pussy. I know.”

“There’s that, but I also just want to freshen up after being at the hospital.”

We head into the bathroom, and we force ourselves to have a quick shower. It’s tempting to have another round of sex, especially since Finn’s still hard. I offer to suck him off or give him a hand job, but— with an aggrieved groan —he declines. Fucking responsibility.

By the time we’re done and dressed, Joey’s here. We meet him at the curb, and Finn slides in from the street side. The moment our doors close, he’s pulling at my jeans. I’m trying to get his trousers unfastened. We abandon each other’s clothes and get our own off. Then I’m back where I belong. His hands on my ass, cupping them as we kiss. This isn’t a passionate one. It’s one of our sweet ones.

“Do you want to tell your parents about the brick?”

“I have to. They’re going to be angry I waited to tell them.”

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