“Open up,” he says, lifting his hand up to my mouth. I lick and suck at the cum dripping from his fingers. It gets sloppy when he joins in, and our tongues tangle as we search for the last remnants of my release.
We collapse together on the couch, both quiet. If he’s got the same rollercoaster of thoughts racing, dipping, and swirling around his brain, he’s going to be as hopeful as I am for the future. The thought of my family knowing is a mixed one. Memphis may not appreciate me being with his best friend, and Royal will feel the same as Memphis. I doubt Knox or Saint will have an opinion, but after the breakdown with Pops, he’ll be worried about me.
“When can I see you again?” Finn asks, turning to face me. “If you’re still interested?”
I snort out a laugh. “I think we’ve sorted that part out, Finnegan.”
He scowls, making me chuckle even more. “Don’t call me that. Only my grandma gets away with it. But okay, we’ve sorted that. There’s still plenty of things to talk about, but it’s getting late. Can I come around tomorrow?”
I nod, then remember he didn’t drive here. “Where’s your car? I can take you home.”
“No worries. I’ll Uber it.” He stands up, then leans over me, still sprawled on the couch. “I had a great time.” His kiss is soft and lingering and over too soon. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He walks away.
A thought pops into my head, making me call him back. “Finn.” I wait for him to look at me. “Can we keep this from theothers? I’m kinda private and like to keep it that way. For now, at least.”
He looks at me for a long time, then nods. “Sure.”
It’s not until I get into bed that I think about how he got to the gym. He must’ve driven; it’s too far from the flat to walk. So, why didn’t he drive to my dads? Maybe he did; I don’t know what he drives. I feel like it was something he planned.
I wake up when my phone rings. What the hell? I grab it and see it’s Rafe. I pause for a moment, what can he want? Of course, I answer it. After all, he answered my late-night call.
“Hey, Rafe, do you know what time it is?” I ask.
“Yeah, look. I’ve got a problem. I need your help. Some protection,” he says in a rush.
“Is there a reason?” It’s not usual for a bodyguard to leave a job.
“Where are you?” I have my fingers crossed he’s in the UK, even Europe. I want to see Finn again. He could come and see me, if he wanted to, and I think he wants to. Tonight was no fluke, no game he wanted to play.
“I’m in New York. I can have a plane ready to go for you at Luton in an hour.”
“Is it that much of a rush? Of course, it is; you wouldn’t have called me otherwise. Yes, I can get to Luton.”
He lets out a heavy sigh, sounding relieved. “Thank you.”
“It’s the least I can do. You came for me when I needed you.”
He promises to text me the details of the flight. It’s not the first time I’ve used a private jet; I know where to go but the message comes quickly, confirming everything. I grab my suitcases and start packing for all eventualities—from casual to black tie, I get it all sorted. With my toiletries added, all I need is my passport and my firearm with all the paperwork that allowsme to travel with it. It takes me less than half an hour to get from my bed to my car.
The roads are quiet, letting me have an easy run to the airport and around to the private terminal where I’m greeted by a smartly dressed attendant.
“Mr Foster, this way.” He leads me to a Gulfstream G280 already with the steps down. My luggage is whisked away and stowed somewhere I don’t need to know about.
“We’ll be taking off in just a few minutes. If you can attach your seatbelt, we’re all set.”
I sit back in my seat and open my iPad. Rafe said he’d send over all the details of the tour; he’s only halfway through it. There are another fifteen dates. I’m going to be there for at least three months. The next list is the dates of the European leg. Oh, Christ, another eighteen dates. This is going to be exhausting. The plus side is the massive pay.
I set a reminder to contact Pops to fill him in. He’ll worry about me running off, especially after the conversation earlier. Shit, was that only yesterday? So much has happened with Finn since dinner.
Oh crap. That’s not going to go down well. I haven’t explained that I often shoot off at the drop of the hat. Or that sometimes I have no way of knowing where I’ll be or how long I’ll be gone. I don’t expect him to be waiting for me; an orgasm each isn’t a relationship. This is how my life works.
After my reminder is set, I relax in my seat and close my eyes for the remainder of the flight in an attempt to sleep.
Once I’ve landed, I call Rafe. I’m grateful that he’s already here, waiting at the private terminal to collect me. I walk out into the cold, but bright morning, and immediately reach for my Ray-Bans. The back door of a black town car opens, and Rafe steps out, his smile tight. I can see the stress in his rigid posture. He’s already exhausted, but there’s something else in his eyes.Something that only I, after being his sub for a year, would know. He’s hiding from me.
“I know it’s a huge imposition on your life, and I doubt it will be for too long. Lucas shouldn’t be gone for much longer. God, thank you, Drake. I wasn’t sure you’d come.”
“You came when I needed you.”