18. Finn

FINN

When I heard my phone buzzing on the nightstand, I assumed it was Cayson checking in on us.

Unfortunately, it was Dirk, one of the lieutenants working on the robbery conviction. The suspect had a ton of warrants, and Dirk needed me to come in and deal with some paperwork. I knew I'd have to deal with it eventually, but I had hoped I could put everything off until Monday.

But work didn't stop because I was cuddling with a sweet boy, so I promised to be in before lunch and continued to watch Dylan as he slept. His light hair stuck up in every direction, and his jaw was slightly slack, tempting me to stick something between those full lips of his.

But we hadn't had any of those kinds of discussions yet, so I was more than content to just enjoy the quiet Sunday morning until he eventually squirmed against me and opened his eyes.

"Morning, sleepyhead." I combed the hairs back off his forehead.

Dylan smiled and leaned forward to kiss my shoulder. "Good morning, sir." He reached back to feel the cold sheets behind him. "Cayson left, right?"

"Yeah, he had to go to work early." I kissed the tip of his nose, annoyed with the news I didn't want to acknowledge. "And I've got to go in to work too. Do you have anything going on today?"

He sighed and his lower lip popped out as he looked up at me. "No, nothing. I'll probably just do laundry and organize my work van. I've got to restock some of my supplies, so I'll probably hit the hardware store later on."

"Maybe we can meet up for dinner? I can bring over takeout, or if you want pizza again…"

Dylan's eyes lit up. "I do love pizza."

I chuckled and squeezed him closer. "I know you do, baby, and I also know that Daddy Cayson would love to see you."

Dylan slid his hand up my chest, pinching my nipple between his thumb and the side of his palm. "He'd love to see you too, you know."

The smile that bloomed across my face was silly, but I couldn't hold it back. "Yeah, maybe."

"Yeah, definitely. You have no idea how hot you guys are together. I could come just watching you."

"Oh yeah?" I ran my hand down his hip and over his thigh until I was palming his cock. "How else could you come?"

His breath hitched, and he closed his eyes. "Slide your hand up and down a few more times, and you'll find out."

I slid back as he gasped at my touch, but I made sure to keep the pressure light enough that he didn't actually get off. "Well, that sounds awfully wasteful."

Shifting my weight until I was hovering above him, I gave my boy a proper good morning kiss before sliding down his body, dragging my cock over his as I kissed a trail to his waiting dick.

Dylan was already leaking before I even swiped my tongue across his head, but as soon as I took him into my mouth and gave a few strong pulls, he was bucking into me, ready to release. "Yes, sir. Drink it down." His fingers curled in my short hair, and he held me in place as he pushed as far down my throat as he could get.

I gagged a tiny bit, not used to taking anything that deep, but I managed to keep my lips sealed around him as he came in my mouth, filling my cheeks with his warm essence before I could swallow it all down.

"Fuck me, sir. Please."

Fuck, this boy was killing me. I licked him clean and crawled back up his body until I was completely covering his slim frame. "I want to so badly right now, baby."

"Then do it. Daddy said it was okay."

I dropped my forehead to his and sucked in a deep breath, doing my best to be strong. "I know he did. And I know he meant it."

Dylan's fingers curled into my biceps, and he huffed out a strangled groan. "But we should wait…"

I dropped onto the bed beside him and turned to look him in his eyes. "Don't you think he'd like to be here for this? I kind of want him to be."

Dylan nodded and reached for my semi-hard dick. "Yeah, I want him here too. So…" He wiggled his eyebrows at me before moving down to my crotch. "I guess that leaves me with my second favorite option."

And before I could say anything else, my boy took me deep into his mouth and gave me the best kind of morning kiss I could imagine.

An hour later, I was dropping Dylan off at his doorstep while on my way to work.

When I got to the office, a handful of people were walking around, but the floor was pretty quiet. I dove right into the report that I needed to sign off. Thank fuck no shots had been fired on Friday night or I'd have had a whole lot more paperwork to deal with. Although, a couple days or weeks of administrative leave didn't sound so bad now that I had people in my life I wanted to spend time with.

At four-thirty, I got a text from Dylan saying he was thinking of heading over to Papi's Pies. I had to grin every time I saw or heard the name of Cayson's pizzeria. And I made a mental note to call him Papi next time we were in bed. It would either make him laugh, make him hot, or completely turn him off as he thought about his dearly departed grandfather.

I texted back to my boy. I'm just about done here, so I can pick you up or meet you there.

I'm already on my way, so I'll see you there. The kissy-face emoji made my heart beat a little faster. Why had that been happening so often since meeting those guys?

I'd never been more grateful to log out of my computer and leave work. For so long, my whole life revolved around being at my desk or on the streets. Work was really the only thing that defined me. It was my whole identity.

But now, I felt like maybe I was more to someone… Or someones. Maybe I truly could be as important to Cayson and Dylan as they were already becoming to me.