"That's it, baby, give it to me.Let me feel you coming on my cock," Prince growled.
"Yes," Finn moaned."Don't stop.So close."
With just a shift of his hips, Prince's cock brushed against Finn's prostate, fucking him harder.The door rattled against the frame.Finn's shirt clung to his sweaty skin, making it easy for him to feel the heat of Prince's heartbeat against his back.The hand gripping his waist tightened, controlling his movements.Their lips separated as Prince kissed his way down to Finn's neck, biting and sucking up a mark.It was all so consuming that there was no way Finn could hold on any longer.
"Prince, need to cum."His words broke apart with every thrust and every breath he tried to take.
"Cum with me," Prince said against his skin.
Given permission, Finn came calling out Prince's name, cum splashing against the door without either of them touching his cock.Soon after, he felt Prince's hot cum filling his channel as some escaped, dripping down his balls and shaky legs.
Finn pressed his forehead to the door, gasping for breath, as a smile graced his lips.There was no better way to end a wonderful night.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Finn grabbed his coffee, taking a sip and humming at the salty caramel and the sweetness of the thick chocolate syrup, the way he had been liking it lately, as he found a seat in the corner to wait for Bevin.They had made plans to hang out since Prince was going to spend time with his father.They had a tradition of getting together every six months to do father-son things, something similar to what he did with Bevin.But this time, they were headed to Shoreline to see Lucas Hamilton, Finn's old boss, and reconnect with the family.
Prince had asked Finn to tag along, but he wasn’t in the mood for the trip.Lately, he had been tired and a little off, especially in the mornings.He had a feeling he knew what it could be, but it was too soon to tell.He had made an appointment with his doctor for a full check-up, but until then, he was not going to worry about it.
He had just sat down and taken a sip of his coffee when a figure sat across from him.
"What took you so long?"he said, looking up, but was taken aback by who was sitting in front of him and felt his stomach turn, and not from the coffee."New York is such a big metropolis.Why is it that I seem to bump into you more than when we were at the resort?"
Roderick said nothing.He leaned back in his seat, reached into his jacket pocket, and pulled out a credit card, sliding it across the table to Finn.
"What is this?"Finn didn’t touch the card but looked at Roderick.
"On here is twenty million dollars.Take it and get out of Prince's life.It's enough to take care of you for the rest of your life, I'm sure."The smug look from the night of the party returned, and so did Finn's urge to punch the shit out of him.
Finn wasn’t sure if Roderick was serious or if this was a dream.To make sure, he pinched himself and hissed at the pain.
Nope, I'm awake.Or maybe he is the one who has checked out of reality.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?Do you get some kind of joy playing the villain in a non-existent movie?"Finn snapped."I've entertained your foolishness for far too long.Grow the fuck up, man."He didn’t bother softening the disgust in his tone.
Roderick's face twisted into a scowl."I don't like you."
"That much is obvious," Finn said, rolling his eyes.
"How dare you take what belongs to me?"Roderick growled low."You don't belong in our world.You're nothing but a pretty face and a leech.Prince should have been with me, and then out of nowhere, you show up and steal him from me.I want you fucking gone.With you gone, I can take back my rightful place beside him."
"Why don't you let my father decide who he wants standing next to him?"
Finn looked up when he heard Bevin's voice.He went to stand, but Bevin placed a hand on his shoulder, telling him to stay seated.
"I've always been taught to respect my elders, but I never liked you.I've always claimed my dad is a good judge of character, but maybe he missed something about you.Now, I want you to apologize to Finn for being rude and for insulting him by thinking you could pay him off."
"Or?"Roderick asked.
"Or I'll show you just how disrespectful I can be," Bevin said, his tone leaving no room for doubt about what he meant.
Finn watched Roderick's eyes flicker, as if he were weighing his options and deciding just how serious Bevin was.Finn had seen Bevin in a fight before and knew his friend could take Roderick down with one hit.
"You disappoint me," Roderick said, standing.
Bevin shrugged, unbothered."That's not an apology," he said, grabbing him by the collar.Fear flashed in Roderick's eyes.Finn stood, touched Bevin's arm, and Bevin released Roderick, shoving him back.
"Apologize," Bevin growled.
