Finn smelled like the ocean, but beneath that, he just smelled likeFinn.It was his own personal brand of human, and sometimes, I just wanted to bury my face under his arms and inhale him because he just smelledalive.
Before he’d unknowingly walked into my prison, I hadn’t been close enough to touch another living person, let alone smell them, in over a year.
That first day… when I’d had my hand wrapped around his throat, I’d been flooded by his intoxicatingFinnscent for the first time. I’ll never forget the rush that had coursed through me the first time I was suddenly enveloped in a heady cloud of what made him,him…
I should have known.
I should have known this impish daredevil was going to take every assumption I’d made about death, life—and everything in between—and turn it right on its fucking head.
Because that’s who Finn was.
I should have known nothing would ever stop him from getting what he wanted.
He had dimples that could charm the devil himself, and apparently, evendeathwouldn’t stop him from following his heart.
The world didn’t deserve Finn Summers.
He was too good for this place, and that scared me more than anything.
But if Finn was brave enough to tame demons disguised as waves and crazy enough to fall in love with a man who couldn’t even give him the breath in his lungs… then I could be brave, too.
I wouldn’t run from this anymore.
He deserved someone who stayed.
“I love you,” I whispered, kissing him softly. He hummed and leaned into me, shoving his cold fingers back under my T-shirt and making my abs contract with the shock of the contact.
“Show me,” he murmured against my lips.
“I will,” I breathed. “Every fucking day.”
Iplunged my tongue into his mouth, relishing in the groan that vibrated out of him as I curled my fingers into his hair.
Controlling his head with my grip, I forced him more firmly against me, slipping my hand around his waist and dancing my fingers over the top of his crease.
My cock throbbed as he arched, his cold fingers hooking into the front of my shorts and sliding them down. Without breaking the kiss, I kicked them off, biting down on his lip so hard my mouth flooded with the tangy taste of his blood.
He hissed, and I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head at how fucking good it felt to have the privilege of sampling another piece of him.
“Jake…” he whispered. My real name rolled off his lips like it was his favorite word, and myentirebodyreacted to it.
My bare cock surged between us, and I let out a surprised gasp as my balls immediately drew up against me.
“Fuck-”
I was ripping my shirt off, needing as much of me to be touching him as possible.
I fisted his cock desperately, wrapping my hand around him and watching carefully as he shuddered and groaned beneath my touch. He rocked his hips back and forth on the headstone in response. I firmly stroked him, hating that my palm was dry and I didn’t have any lube with me.
“Spit in my hand, baby.”
I held my hand out for him, and he obeyed.
I smeared his saliva over the fat pink head of his dick, tracking every twitch of his abs and marveling at the way his cockhead darkened with a rush of fresh blood as I stimulated it.
I kissed him again as I slid my hand up and down his cock. He thrust himself into me, clutching onto my shoulders and grinding his ass into my grave in his desperation for more friction.
“No lube… I need you to suck me, baby; get it nice and sloppy,” I murmured against his puffy lips, and he broke away, his eyes wide.
