Page 86 of Wreck Me

“The man I fell in love with is Finn Nash. His dad is Griffin Nash.”

If my mom’s reaction is any indication of how this revelation would be received, my panic is warranted. She gasps softly, covering her mouth with her hand before looking at my dad.

“Well, isn’t that a turn of events, huh?” my dad says with a laugh. I go from panic to confusion in about one point two seconds.

“Finn and I know there’s something up. Will you please explain it to me? I love our family so much, but I also love Finn, and I want to spend the rest of my life with him. We need to understand what’s going on. Look, his dad controlled every aspect of Finn’s life and held what he loved most over his head to get him to fall in line. He forbade him from speaking with us, which is why he was being sketchy about meeting me for the interview. When I say his dad lost his mind when he found out we were together, I’m not exaggerating. You two clearly know their last name. Please, explain it to me.”

“We know who Griffin Nash is, son. We aren’t denying that. But maybe this is a conversation to be had when Finn is here also. We’ll explain everything.”

I settle further into my chair and take a deep breath. I don’t want to wait any longer to understand this, but I can handle it, and Finn will want to hear it with me.

“Thank you. It’s important to me that you all accept him. He no longer has a relationship with his family, he gave up his job at the magazine—I’m all he has, and I want to share myfamily with him. I hope that you both can be open to that someday.”

“We’re looking forward to meeting him, honey.”

Finn is waiting for me when I get back from my parents’ house and it feels so good. I never thought I would want to share my space with another person. In fact, I purposefully put boundaries in place to keep it from ever happening. But having Finn here at the end of my day is fucking bliss. We still need to take the time to pack up the majority of his things from his mini-mansion, but all of the things that matter are already here. We’ve easily made space for him in my—our—bedroom, and sharing space just feels natural. We’re fully aware of the speed at which we’ve taken this, but when a love like this comes along, you grab it and hold on to it for dear life.

“Hey, baby! I’m home!”

I find Finn sitting in front of his laptop, bare feet resting on the coffee table in front of him, wearing nothing but a pair of navy blue boxer briefs. His glasses have fallen down the bridge of his nose, his hair is tousled, and he looks so fucking sexy my mouth waters at the sight. His runner’s legs are muscular in all the right places, his toned abs and chest looking so good I’m practically salivating.

“I want to ask you how it went with your parents, but the look you’re giving me right now is making me want to ask you to get on your knees instead.”

“Oh, baby, you don’t have to ask. Take that cock out for me,” I tell him as I pull my shirt over my head and push my pants down.

“You want it, Hayes? Come and get it.”

Quicker than I’m expecting him to, Finn drops his laptop on the couch and jumps up, taking off toward the otherend of the house. I respond quickly, running after him. He jukes my first attempt at grabbing him, quickly moving to the side as he hits the threshold of our bedroom.

With the bed in front of him, I tackle him, launching both of us tumbling onto the mattress. We bounce twice as I grab at the waistband of his briefs, yanking them down his legs.

“You gonna be a good boy for me, baby?”

“Are you gonna be a good boy forme, lover?”

I toss the briefs behind me, looking down at my man spread out on our bed. His thick, uncut cock rests heavy against his pelvis and just as he moves his hand up to reach for it, I bat him away. “Mine,” I growl, making him laugh.

“C’mere, I want you in my mouth.”

“Nu-uh, I want to suck yours until you blow for me.”

He arches his eyebrow at me, giving me that devilish smirk that I love so much, when it registers exactly what he wants. Flipping around, I scoot up to him on my side, Finn lying on his, as I feed my cock into his waiting mouth. Grabbing his length, I pump him twice before sticking my tongue into the hood around his dick and swirling it around. His moans vibrate through my shaft, turning me on further. Matching his rhythm, I suck him fully into my mouth, loving the way his dick feels against my tongue. His hips buck forward, pressing him to the back of my throat, forcing me to gag around his length.

His tongue is doing crazy things to my cock at this angle and it’s making my head spin. Why the hell haven’t we done this until now? Every new experience Finn gives me blows my ever-loving mind, always leaving me boneless and out of breath.

Wanting to make him blow first, I double down, gripping his hip and forcing him to the back of my throat. When I pull back, I hollow out my cheeks and suck him hard. His moans are gurgled around me as his thighs start to shake. I continue to suck him hard, rolling my finger in the built-up salivaand his base before slipping it around to his hole. I swirl my finger around the spot for a moment before slowly pressing in as Finn pops off of me.

“Oh fuuuuuuck,” he yells as I breach the tight rim of his ass.

“You like that, baby? You like it when I play with your ass with your cock in my mouth?” I rasp as I heave air into my lungs.

I dip my head back down, sucking his dick like I need to survive while fingering his ass. I know I’ve found his sweet spot when he’s no longer able to focus on blowing me, and that is more than okay with me.

“Fuck me, fuck me, Carter, please.” His sweet whines go straight to my throbbing cock, and I wouldn’t deny him anything he begs for. I release his dick from my mouth, letting it smack hard against his abdomen.

“You want my cock in your ass, baby? Tell me exactly what you want.”

“Fuck my ass, Hayes. Fuck me hard.”

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