Chapter Nineteen
Hecate looked forward to further experimentation on the matter of blissful releases and amazing light manifestations, but it wasn’t to happen that night. She had to admit, after insistent questioning from Finn, that yes, she was a little sore.
Despite her protests that it didn’t matterthatmuch, Finn turned her on her side, tucked himself along her back and thus, neatly spooned, told her they had all the time in the world, and she should go to sleep now.
She wasn’t sure that she could, since her recent experiences whirled in her mind like paintings on the wall of a gallery.
Finn’s face as he loved her, the fever in his eyes when he first entered her, the way his body rocked her and the flush of his cheeks…all imprinted forever as memories to cherish and relive whenever she wanted. And yet they’d not talked very much. And after such an important moment, she knew they probably should.
But the warmth of him, the weight of his arm around her and the sensation of his naked thighs beneath hers as he cuddled her…all took their toll and to her surprise she found herself relaxing into sleep.
It wasn’t until she heard a murmur that she awoke to find it was already daylight.
“I am sorry if this is your spot.” Finn was whispering. “But now it’s mine and you have to get used to it.”
The only response was a mild rumble.
She turned over to see Bub, sitting next to Finn, staring at him with an expression of confused disgust on his furry face.
“It’s all right, Bub. Finn and I are quite all right.”
Bub’s nose twitched once, and he dropped down on his haunches, leaning onto Finn’s chest and crossing his paws elegantly on the firm male bare flesh.
The stare remained in place.
“Er…Hecate? Do you think he likes me? Or is he sizing me up for breakfast?”
She giggled. “I think he is assessing your position in his household.”
“Ah.” The look he gave the cat was a mixture of friendliness and terror. “He’s heavy, you know. A solid lad.”
Bub glanced at Hecate and closed his eyes slowly, opening them again after a moment or two. More rumbling followed.
“I think you’ve been accepted, Finn. But you might want to just rest there a little bit. Let him get used to you being there.”
“Hmm.” Finn tentatively reached out and let Bub sniff his hand, then risked a light stroke around the ears. It was accepted, and the two of them silently enjoyed a moment of companionable petting.
“Perhaps he’s going to not mind me in your bed after all,” Finn observed.
“No, it’s more likelyyou’llmind when he sleeps on your feet. As you mentioned, he’s one solid lad.” Hecate grinned.
“If I’m beside you…I shall not worry about Bub.”
She looked at him, his eyes so blue, staring at her with an expression even she could not read. “Good morning, Finn.” She leaned over, obeying an impulse, and kissed him.
Finn’s free hand lifted to her chin and held her in place while he kissed her back most thoroughly. “Good morning to you, Hecate.”
She wanted to stay, to linger over his body, discover all the bits she’d missed last night in the dark. But a glance at the clock showed her that any time soon Winnie would arrive with tea and her day would begin. She sighed.
“Finn…”
“I know.” He sighed too. “Until we have worked everything out, I must leave you.” He gently moved Bub and slipped from the bed, treating Hecate to the sight of a perfect pair of firm male buttocks.
“OhFinn,” she breathed.
“What?” He recovered his night garments.
“You have the most beautiful bottom.”
