He glanced over to see I still hadn’t touched my breakfast. “Seriously? You’re waiting for me to start? You’re as bad as Buddy.”
“I’m worse, actually, because Buddy couldn’t talk. Now hurry up and eat so I can enjoy my second breakfast.”
Chester’s brow furrowed. “Second breakfast?”
My gaze dropped to his crotch. “Aye, second breakfast. I’m a growing boy, Chester, so don’t you deprive me of my sustenance.”
Never before had two bacon sandwiches been eaten so quickly.
Chapter 28
Chester
After an epic blow job followed by Finn jacking off all over my chest, we needed another shower. It was still early once we were done, and being my day off, I was in no rush to get home.
Thankfully, Finn seemed to feel the same. He’d lent me a pair of his joggers and a shirt before offering to take me on a tour of the clan lands.
There was no way I wanted to leave him, especially after last night. Being fucked by Finn was…there were no words. It had been somehow better than anything I’d ever imagined, but also not enough. As soon as it was over, I’d wanted to beg him to do it all over again.
You aren’t on a time limit. It’ll happen again.
I hoped so. To experience something so transcendent only to have it taken away…It didn’t bear thinking about.
When I’d woken before him this morning, I’d been out of bed and sneaking down to the kitchen before I realised what I was doing.
And when I did? It didn’t scare me. I’d known for a long time that Finn wasn’t Matt, and I didn’t want to treat himas such. Finn knew about my hang-ups around making food for those I cared about, and I knew doing it would send him a message. A message I wasn’t ready to articulate but wanted him to know all the same.
I care about you. Last night was everything. I desperately want to do it again.
I didn’t know why I was worrying—neither of us had been able to take our hands off the other. Even now, walking around the clan lands, Finn held my hand in his as he took us past various cabins. With the early hour, there were few people around. Those we did pass, Finn didn’t introduce me to. If anything, he hurried our pace, pulling me forward until we were almost running.
I was starting to get a bit of a complex about it by the time he led me away and into the woods. “There’s a reason I’m not introducing you, just in case you were wondering.”
“Oh?”
“Aye.” He exhaled, nodding at a tiny cabin in the distance. “There is.”
He fell silent as he led me through the woodland. His gait grew stiffer, the lines of his face deepening as we drew nearer. We didn’t go all the way up to the cabin though, stopping a good twenty feet away.
From how Finn was vibrating, I knew this place was significant to him, and not in a good way.
I was dying to ask him about it, but I stayed quiet, letting Finn go at his own pace.
Just as he always did with me.
“This is where Sarah and Maria lived,” he said eventually. “And where they died.”
The air left my lungs so suddenly it was like I’d been socked in the gut. “It is?”
Finn gave a clipped nod. “It happened over a centuryago, but I haven’t been able to bring myself to step inside since.”
It occurred to me then that I’d never asked Finn what his relationship to the two of them had been. It hadn’t seemed pertinent at the time. He’d loved them and he’d lost them. That was all I’d needed to know.
Now though…things were different. “Did you live here too?”
“No,” he said softly. “This was Danny’s house.”
Danny. The leader of the clan who’d walked away. Who lived down south with his mate, Riley.