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I wrapped my arms around his middle, finding the bottom of his shirt and tugging. Chester groaned, his head falling back against my shoulder before he seemed to remember I’d asked him a question. “On. I want to see you.”

“Good,” I growled before twisting him in my arms. “Because I’m going to do so many things to ye, Chester. Every fucking thing I can think of to make ye moan. Scream. And I want ye to see my face for all of them. To know it’s me making ye feel this way.”

His pretty lips were in a perfect O. I was dying to kiss them, but first I wanted his consent. “If we’ve only got tonight, I’m going to make the most of it. I’m going to do everything to ye that I’ve dreamed about for the past few weeks. Until you’re begging me to stop and let ye sleep. How does that sound to ye, Chester?”

Chapter 15

Chester

He didn’t seriously expect me to answer that, did he?

From how he was watching me and waiting, he did.

“Umm, that sounds good,” I rasped. Where the fuck had my voice gone? “I’m vers, so whatever you’re into goes.”

His lips descended to brush over my cheekbone. One side, then the other. “I’m vers too. What is it ye want tonight though, Chester?”

I bit my lip. What Ireallywanted was to bottom. There was an issue with that though, because while Finn’s hands were on my body, it was Matt’s voice in my head.

You need to lose some weight.

Why would anyone want to fuck a tub of lard like you?

You’re a big bloke, you’re meant to be the top.

Finn’s head snapped up suddenly. “Chester? What’s wrong, m’eudail?”

His question dragged me out of the spiral. How had he known…?

That was when I heard the sound of my breathing hit my ears. It was fast. Too fast. I tried to slow it down, but mythroat just constricted tighter. My hands started to tingle as dots danced at the edges of my vision.

“Shit,” Finn said. “Here, let’s get ye sat on the floor.”

I let him lower me down, dragging in desperate breaths. Still, Matt’s voice was there. He wouldn’t fucking shut up.

Such a loser.

What’s he going to think now that you’ve fallen apart in front of him?

You’ve fucked it up, just like you fuck everything up.

“Breathe,m’eudail,” Finn murmured, gently squeezing the back of my neck. “Here. Copy me.”

He picked up one of my tingling hands and pressed it to his chest. I let the heat of him ground me. Let the steady thrum of his heartbeat guide me back. Most of all, I focused on his deep breaths. My own lungs mimicked them, everything quietening down with each inhalation.

It wasn’t until the attack faded that the other feelings hit.

Guilt. Shame. Embarrassment.

Fuck.

Finn wascrouching in front of me, concern in every line of his face. “Ye okay?”

I nodded, taking the bottle of water he handed me and downing half of it. It was the one I kept on my bedside table. I hadn’t seen him move to grab it. Must’ve been more out of it than I’d thought.

“Does this happen often?” he asked gently.

“No.” I finished the water and put the bottle down beside me. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

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