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Feeling even more buzzed than before, I slipped into the water and rested against the wall, treading water since it was too deep to stand in. I spread my arms over the edge to hold myself upright.

Finn had a greenish-blue glow cast onto his face from the lights of the pool. He had a smirk on his face as he swam toward me so close I could see every little water droplet on his face.

“I like you, Ryder.”

I nodded stupidly and looked away, unable to tell again if he was hitting on me. I had so little context to go on.

“Yeah, I like you, too.”

He reached for my face, cupped my cheek, and forced me to look at him. “No. I like you more than that.”

Oh, god… Mr. Porter wouldnotbe pleased.

Chapter 5

Finn

Fuck,Ryderwasevenmore delicious than I imagined or hoped for. His innocence shone through like a beacon, and I wanted to be bathed in his light. I loved the way he reacted to my touches and presence. He tried desperately to control himself, but I noticed every single goosebump, shudder, and hitched breath.

I pushed his boundaries a bit when I adjusted the shorts he wore, but I’d given him space when he got naked. As much as I wanted to consume him, I had to be careful, not wanting to border too far against consent. His wanting to be a part of Father’s and my life was important. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be fun for anyone.

I leaned forward to press my lips to his, believing he was also attracted to me, judging by his looks and blushes, but, to my surprise, instead of meeting me halfway, he turned his body and climbed out of the pool.

“I can’t, Finn. You’re… Mr. Porter won’t like it.”

I inwardly smiled at that, knowing Father had the cameras trained on us out here.

Ryder lay back on the slate ground, still dangling his feet in the pool as he rested a forearm over his face. “Ugh, I’m really feeling that whiskey.”

I tentatively pried his knees apart, testing him. His body froze, but he said nothing and made no move to stop me, so I put my hands between his thighs on the edge of the pool, careful not to touch his balls again, and lifted myself out of the water, hovering my body over his, my lower half still in the pool. When I dripped all over him, he removed his arm to figure out what I was doing.

“Father will not mind. That’s a promise.”

“But…”

“Do you not like me? You said you did.”

“I meant as a friend.” When he glanced away, I could tell he wasn’t being entirely truthful.

I bent forward and leaned my face closer to his. His breath caught again, but he didn’t stop me or tell me to get off. He wanted me, but his fear of my stepfather, his boss, held him back. If I could get past those fears, I knew he would respond as he wanted. He was itching to kiss me, judging by his continuous glances at my lips.

Ryder turned his head away from me again. “I… can’t.”

I tried not to let the disappointment consume me. It wasn’t over, and I would try again another day, but for now, I had to respect his boundaries.

Damn, I wanted a taste of him. Oh, well. Next time.

Perhaps I came on too strongly.

With a sigh, I got back into the pool so I could climb all the way out. I padded over to where the towels were being warmed and grabbed two.

When I returned, Ryder was sitting up, and I handed him one.

“Thanks.”

I dried my skin and ran the towel through my hair before wrapping it around my waist and pulling off my swimsuit.

Suddenly, I froze when I felt a hand on my leg, gentle and uncertain fingers exploring my skin. The rapid heartbeat in my chest excited me. What changed his mind?

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