It got on my chest, my shoulders, ran down my body, and I’d never felt more possessed, never felt more owned than I did in that moment, and it was everything.
“Yes…thank you. Yours, Sir. Mark me.”
Aidan growled and tugged me to my feet. He pushed his fingers in my hole, like he was testing it. They went easy, and I knew I was filled with lube and cum from earlier. He turned me, shoved his cock in, and…oh…oh fuck, he was pissing inside me, coating me there too, claiming me. It wasn’t much. He hadn’t had much left, and then he kept fucking, and he came inside me again.
“Can I come?” I pleaded.
“Yes.” Aidan wrapped his hand around my erection and stroked only twice before my body trembled and I shot my load.
Aidan held me to his chest as we breathed together.
“I don’t know how I got so lucky. I will always fight to deserve you, to take care of you and do what’s best for you, my beautiful, beautiful boy.”
I clawed at him, nearly tried to climb inside his skin. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Aidan
Finley couldn’t keep still. When he was sitting down, his leg was bouncing or he was wringing his hands together. Then he would shove to his feet and pace our hotel room from one end to the other, wearing a hole in the carpet. “Finley.” When he didn’t reply or stop, I said more firmly, “Fin. Stop.” He finally did, then walked over to where I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I’m freaking out a little bit.”
“That’s understandable.” I ran my hands up and down his arms. “You’re meeting an aunt you didn’t know you had. It’s okay to be scared. And if you’re not ready, we call and say we’ll come tomorrow instead.”
They’d tried to get us to stay at the house, but I’d insisted on a hotel room. I believed Jennifer cared about Finley and wanted to get to know him, but I needed to act in his best interests too, and I knew he would need space. This was a lot to take in for anyone.
“I don’t want to wait,” he replied.
“Then we won’t.”
“What if they don’t like me?”
I stood and cupped his face. “Impossible,” I answered, then kissed him. I was more nervous about them not liking me. I was a little gruff, nineteen years older than him, and his Dominant—not that they would know the last part. Not that I cared if they knew, but I figured it was best for Finley. They wouldn’t understand, most people didn’t, and I knew how much this meant to him. How badly he wanted family. “They’ll love you. You’re quite addictive.”
“Well, yeah, you say that because you fuck me.”
I swatted his ass. “Someone will get a spanking when we get back to the room tonight.”
Finley grinned. “That helps.” He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled his face into the crease of my arm and chest. “Thank you, Sir. I wouldn’t be here without you, and just having you by my side helps.”
“That’s what I’m here for,” I replied, hugging him back.
“Can I wear it?” he asked, and I knew what he was talking about.
“There’s a chance they’ll see it, and if they do, they might not understand. I’m going to do everything on my end to make this go well for you, but if you need to wear it, if that’ll help you know I’m there, that I’ll always be there, that you belong to me, no matter what happens, then yes, you can wear it.”
“Please. I need to feel you.”
“Then let’s go.” I dug around in my suitcase. When my fingers wrapped around the leather of his collar, I pulled it out and locked it around his neck. “Change into that blue, short-sleeved, button-up shirt of yours. That will help hide it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I had to admit, I loved seeing my collar around his throat.
A few minutes later we went down to the rental car. I entered the address into my phone and began to drive.
“What have you told them about me?” I asked.
“Just that you’re my boyfriend. We live together and have for a year and a half.”
“They’re likely going to be surprised at my age, and they may not approve. You’re also naturally subservient to me, in a way that I’m not sure you can hide even if you try. I just want you to remember that there’s a possibility these things won’t go over well. This is your family, and I know how much that means to you, so you’ll have whatever leeway you need while we’re with them.” It was tricky, as our roles weren’t something we slipped in and out of. I controlled all aspects of Finley’s life because that was what he needed.
“So don’t call you Sir?” he said with a smirk. It felt good to see him grin…but I also gripped the steering wheel tightly. I was his Sir, and there was nothing wrong with that. I didn’t like hiding it.
“You do what you want, what feels comfortable to you,” I said, the words bitter on my tongue. “But keep in mind that you won’t be punished. There are ways we can both get what we need without being obvious. And if we are obvious, then I want you to be prepared that it can go badly.”
“I know,” he replied.
“And it wouldn’t be your fault. There’s nothing wrong with what we do.”
“I know,” Finley assured me. “It’s all just…a lot. Maybe you should pee on me again.” A grin teased his lips, making me laugh. He was so damn special.
“You think you’re funny, do you?”
“I make you laugh and smile—more than anyone, according to David.”
“David who?” I joked, but the truth was, we all knew he was right. Even the way I was teasing at the moment showed it.
“I still think it was hot, FYI. I hope you do it again.”
“Maybe let’s not talk about that for now.”
Finley crossed his arms. “Yes, Sir.”
We were quiet the rest of the drive to their Houston suburb. They lived down a long gravel driveway, and I pulled over on the side of the road before going down it. “Are you okay?”
Finley was fingering his collar, as if it soothed him. “Yes, Sir. I want to get that out of my system now. Sir, Sir, Sir, Sir.”
“Christ, I love you.” This precious boy had come into my life and blown it all apart. I would never be the same, and I was glad for it. He’d transformed me, made me better, and I would forever be changed because of his strength, bravery, love, and submission.
“I love you too. That’s why…that’s why this is okay. No matter what happens, I still have you.”
I nodded once before pulling the car down the driveway. As soon as the large ranch-style house came into view, I noticed a blond woman walking back and forth along the porch. Her eyes darted up and locked on our car.
“I…wow…Aidan, she looks just like my mom,” he said softly. I reached over and placed a hand on his thigh before parking and turning off the car.
“You want to leave at any time, you just look at me and I’ll know. And if you want to stay all damn night, we’ll do that too.”