"Prince," he moaned into his pillow, cumming in his hand and pajama pants.
Finn fell forward, panting heavily.He slowly removed his fingers from his hole and didn’t move for a while.Once his heart rate slowed, Finn released his cock and brought his cum-soaked fingers to his lips, licking them clean and wishing it was Prince's cock and cum gliding over his taste buds before settling in his stomach.
Fuck, I'm hooked on a man who might not even be into men.
He didn’t want to touch on the part about Prince being his best friend's father.Or the saddest part, that Prince might only see him as another son.Sighing, Finn rolled out of bed and stood on slightly shaky legs, trudging to the bathroom.
He was glad Prince's side of the door was closed.Finn turned on the shower and stripped, then stepped under the steaming hot water, trying to wash away his secret, yet his mind could not let go of the images.Finn didn’t need to guess what had brought on the dream.
"Be my partner."
Those three words had been playing in his head for the past couple of days.After running to his room in embarrassment, Finn had been keeping his distance from Prince, alternating the routine he had developed over the past few days.He was doing his best not to bump into him, but there were some things he couldn’t avoid or found himself doing anyway.
Like when he made dinner, he secretly made enough for Prince, but never told him.And since Prince never ate it, Finn warmed it up the next day for his own dinner.Or when he deliberately played with Gray, pretending he wasn’t waiting for Prince to return to the cabin, only to disappear once he saw him.
It was childish and so unlike Finn, but he couldn’t help himself.Still, the time apart gave him space to think.He knew he had been attracted to Prince from the moment they met.That attraction had slowly grown into a full-blown crush, one he had hidden even from his best friend.He made excuses not to go home with Bevin, avoiding any situation where his admiration for Prince might be discovered.
"I shouldn't keep staying here.I'm not going to be able to hide my attraction the longer we’re together."
Switching off the shower, Finn slid the door back and grabbed a warm towel as the incident from earlier that day flooded his mind.He hadn’t cared then that Prince had seen him naked, but now he wondered what Prince might have thought of his body.He hoped he hadn’t been lacking in the other man's eyes.He was inexperienced in love, but he had always known what he wanted and never backed down from a challenge.But when it came to Prince Sullivan, he was too afraid of being rejected.
Finn glanced at the bathroom mirror and, despite his earlier thoughts, knew he had nothing to worry about.He had never been one to dwell on his looks and did not plan on starting now, but he couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to be adored and cherished by a man like Prince Sullivan.
The way Prince had described obsession made Finn crave it rather than fear it.To be loved by an experienced man, to have his protection and his eyes only for him, was something Finn had never had.He looked at Prince's closed door and a longing burned inside him.The thought of leaving returned, but Finn pushed it aside.
It made Finn envious that Prince was spending time with Roderick and not him, even though he knew he had no right to feel that way.Prince was not his, yet thoughts of what Prince and Roderick could be doing together had crossed his mind more than once.He was so confused that he didn’t know what to do.Finn had never felt this kind of conflict before, especially since it was one-sided.
Closing his eyes, Finn turned and went back to his bedroom, resolving that he would continue to enjoy his vacation and stay away from Prince as much as he could.That meant turning down the business proposal.He would still reach his goals, and it might take longer, but at least he would no longer be connected to Prince in any way.His mind was saying one thing and his heart another, but that was something he would have to ignore.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Prince sat up in bed, gasping for breath.The wet, sticky feeling between his legs made his stomach drop.Frowning, he pushed the covers back and looked down, the early sunlight peeking through the curtains and spilling across the sheets, making the evidence impossible to miss.
“Fuck,” he muttered, dragging a hand over his face as frustration coiled tight in his chest.
Things can't keep going on like this.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out that he’d had another dream about Finn.Unlike the other one, where he had made sweet, tender love to him, this time he had Finn tied to the bed.The memory sent a rush of heat through him, followed quickly by the uneasy realization of how badly he had wanted it.Prince was losing his mind, not because of the dream itself, but because he wasn’t sure what it said about him.It had also not gone unnoticed that Finn had been doing a hell of a job avoiding being in the same room with him ever since he’d suggested the partner idea.The distance stung more than he wanted to admit.Prince was a little hurt that Finn was acting so childish.
If I’d known he was going to avoid me, I wouldn’t have suggested it.
Even if it was only for a couple of hours, Prince had seen a different side of Finn without Bevin around.In that short time, Finn had started to open up to him, his guard lowering just enough to reveal a quiet sincerity that caught Prince off guard, which only added to his charm.Not to mention his smile, the kind that made Prince's breath catch.
Prince yearned to talk to Finn, to be in his presence for longer than a second.He knew that was why he was having wet dreams like an inexperienced teenager.If anyone could hear his thoughts, they probably wouldn’t blame him.He couldn’t stop thinking about Finn's gorgeous body, or the way his smile softened when he spoke about something he loved.
Prince felt as if he were truly going mad.The constant pull toward Finn, the frustration, the unanswered tension between them all pressed in on him.He needed to find a way to fix things between them, even if he didn’t know how he had broken them in the first place.
Maybe I should really tie him up so we can talk?
The thought was reckless, and Prince huffed out a quiet breath at himself.No.First, he had to get cleaned up.Throwing the covers off, he got out of bed and headed for the shower, forcing his mind away from dangerous fantasies and toward the day ahead.He had a semi-packed schedule, a few conference calls with the company, and he had promised Roderick he would have lunch with him.
Finn tookoff his gloves as he headed toward the resort restaurant.He was famished after a long hike and wasn’t quite ready to return to the cabin, not when the thought of facing Prince again twisted something tight and awkward in his chest.He was still avoiding Prince and had even gone so far as to request a new room, but none were available.Finn wasn’t sure how that was possible, though he had no choice but to take their word for it.
Finn wasn’t sure if the universe was working against him, but the man he was trying so hard not to run into was the first person he spotted.Prince sat with Roderick, who was chattering away while Prince listened.Finn's instinct was to leave, since Prince hadn’t seen him yet.But the second the thought crossed his mind, Prince turned his way and their eyes connected, stopping Finn from even moving.
He could have been wrong, but Finn read shock and confusion in Prince's eyes.The look made his chest tighten.He glanced at Roderick, who was still talking away, his hand resting casually on Prince's arm.Finn looked away, hoping to dispel the jealousy he felt.
They look like a real couple.Is Roderick the kind of partner Prince wants?Maybe he sees me as another son, and that's why he wants to be my mentor.
