Finn
Present…
“MOM SAYS TO COME DOWN for breakfast,” Emily says, grinning at me from the doorway.
This morning, she’s more beautiful than ever in a pair of cut off shorts and a black T-shirt. Her brown hair has been freshly washed and dried and pulled into a high ponytail. I take a moment to admire her full, pouty lips and her mischievous green eyes. My cock aches to take her again—as if three times last night wasn’t enough.
“She knows I spent the night?” I ask, lifting a challenging brow.
She smirks and saunters into the room looking too fucking sexy. My morning wood is begging to take this cowgirl for a ride. As if cued into my thoughts, she rakes her eyes over the sheet barely covering me and lingers her stare at where my dick tents the sheet. “Someone’s happy to see me.” Then, she waggles her finger at me. “But there will be none of that right now. Mom will send Dad up here if we don’t get into the kitchen soon and I doubt you want my dad knowing you just deflowered his little girl.”
My dick lurches at the mention of her big-ass dad. “Then stop looking so hot,” I grumble.
Her laughter is music to my ears. “You’re so grumpy in the mornings.” She tosses my boxers and shorts at me. They’re still damp, but I’ll live. I pull on the wet clothes and then snag her wrist.
“I love you,” I blurt out, hating that I sound like a lovesick fool. It’s the truth, though. I’ve loved her for so long. No other girl compared to her. There was only one girl I ever wanted. And now that I have her, it feels unreal.
She smiles sweetly at me and her green eyes shine with an adoration I’ve craved for so long. “I love you too.”
I kiss the top of her head before stepping into the bathroom to piss and brush my teeth with one of the extras in the cabinet. My hair has that just-fucked look, which won’t do in front of her parents, so I wet it down and try to tame it some.
“You done primping yet?” she sasses from the bathroom doorway.
A growl rumbles from me as I pounce on her. I kiss her hard and without apology against the doorframe. “I could use thirty more minutes,” I rumble.
“Thirty?” she teases. “More like three.”
I snort. “Three? You know I fuck you much slower than that because I like to savor you, angel.”
“Maybe we should time it next time,” she breathes. “Because I’m pretty sure it was three.”
She starts squealing when I tug at her shorts button. But her squeals turn to moans when I get them down her hips and shove her panties down as well. I push her into the bathroom over the counter and tease her pussy from behind. She moans and squirms as I rub at her clit from behind until she’s coming with my name—oh, how fucking sweet it sounds—on her lips. Our eyes meet in the old, dingy mirror as I enter her swiftly from behind. I palm her perfect tits as I thrust into her hard. She braces herself against the mirror, pushing against my dick, eager for every inch of me. My palm abandons one tit to massage her clit some more. I love how wild she gets when she comes. How her pussy clenches around me like a fucking vise when she’s losing control.
“Finn!” she cries out, slamming her palm against the mirror. Her cunt squeezes me and I lose it. A feral grunt escapes me as I drain my release into her tiny, sweet little body. With a grin, I pull out and slap her cute ass.
“I guess you were right. Three minutes.”
“Smartass,” she says with a giggle.
We clean up and then walk hand in hand to the house. The house smells like bacon when we enter. Her dad, Harrison, is hugging her mom from behind, whispering things into her ear. My parents act like business partners. There is no love and passion in their relationship. What Emily’s parents have is what I want with my girl.
Yeah, she’s fucking mine.
She always was…she just didn’t know it yet.
“Morning,” I greet as I break away from Emily to steal some fresh bacon. Cat swats at me but smiles. Something different shines in her eyes this morning. Something I can’t quite put my finger on.
“Morning, Finn,” Cat says.
“You look like hell, kid.” Harrison smirks at me.
I chuckle and chomp on the bacon. Then, I wrap my arm around Emily. “She thinks I look hotter than hell,” I correct.
Harrison grunts. “Mouthy is what you are.”
“You love me,” I joke.
It’s true. I’ve worked my way into everyone’s hearts over the years. They’re the family I felt more connected to than my own.
The doorbell rings and the door swings open just as Harrison yells, “Come in!”
“Good morning!” Helen says when she enters the kitchen a moment later. She makes her way around the room, giving everyone a hug. When she stops at me with my arm still around Emily, she gives me a knowing smile. “Good morning, Finn.” She winks. “Good morning, Emily.”
“Morning, Nanny,” Emily says back. “I think you’ve met Finn…my boyfriend.” I chuckle at how adorable she is. I’ve known Helen as long as I’ve known Emily. The woman is like a second grandmother to me.
Helen’s smile turns into a full-blown grin. “Nice to meet you, Emily’s boyfriend.” She laughs.
“Morning, everyone,” Elliot announces, walking into the kitchen and setting down some bags on the counter. He steals a piece of bacon, then, as he walks out of the kitchen, he pops Helen on the ass before sitting in his chair.
“Elliot!” she admonishes. “Not here.” She swats at him playfully before taking the seat next to him.
“Time to eat,” Cat announces and everyone else finds their seat at the table.
Breakfast goes like it does any other time I eat over here, except this time, instead of getting Emily’s eye rolls, she flashes me sweet smiles. It has pride thumping in my chest.
“Whatever happened to Heath?” Emily asks her mom.
I tense because I don’t know who this Heath is. My eyes automatically dart to Harrison for support. It’s like he’s always looked after me all these years. He winks at me and I relax.
“He still lives at Windy Hills Estate,” Cat says, her eyes darting over to Helen, who grimaces. “Still trying to get a glimpse of your grandmother’s ghost, I’m sure.”
Emily frowns. “That’s sad. Even after all he did, I feel sorry for him.”
I listen raptly, curious about her grandmother and the man who loved her. I’m always eager to hear little pieces of Emily’s life. She’s mine and I want to know everything about her.
“Some stories are sad,” Cat agrees. “And some are happy.” She reaches over and takes her husband’s hand.
“Will he ever get his happily ever after?” Emily asks.
This time it’s Helen who answers her. “With Heath, his happily ever after will come the day he’s reunited with the love of his life.” She looks over at her husband, who takes her hand in his and gives it a soft kiss.
“In death,” Emily says sadly. “Seems like a long time he’s had to wait to be with her.”
“Your soulmate is worth waiting for,” I murmur, locking eyes with Emily. “No matter how long you have to wait.”
Everyone around the table smiles at me.
They get it.