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Finn laughed at him. “Duh.”
Wow! Jackson was actually speechless. He had not expected that.
“Now relax while you can. It’s going to be a long night for you.”
Jackson was beginning to understand that.
Chapter Eleven
Finn
He finished securing all of Jackson’s weapons. All of them. How many weapons did one man need? For Jackson, the current count was eight and Finn still wasn’t sure he’d found all of Jackson’s hiding places. He should have checked the actual bike. Damn it.
Finn returned to the bathroom and wasn’t really surprised to find Michael sitting on Jackson’s lap as they kissed.
“All done playing, little bit?” he asked with amusement.
Michael lifted his head and smiled. “I play with bubbie.”
Well, his baby had been good all afternoon. “Okay, but no coming for bubbie.”
Jackson’s head snapped forward. “What?”
“You heard me,” Finn responded. He walked over to the counter that the tub had been built into. And Finn knew why. Perfect place for him without having to get wet. He ran his hand down Michael’s back to squeeze his ass.
“But—” Jackson tried.
Finn wasn’t going to hear it. While Jackson was submitting beautifully to Finn’s control, Finn also knew if he gave in too soon, Jackson wouldn’t trust him to keep his word in the future. The entire plan revolved around Jackson testing boundaries and Finn remaining firm.
Michael went back to kissing Jackson’s neck as he humped against Jackson’s hard body. Finn continued to play with Michael’s ass until he pushed a finger against Michael’s hole.
Throwing his head back, Michael moaned loudly.
“So not fair,” Jackson grumbled.
“Are you going to deny the baby?” Finn taunted. He pushed his finger inside Michael’s hole and wiggled it.
“Of course not!” Jackson sounded scandalized.
“Then kiss him,” Finn ordered.
“Fucker.” It wasn’t as quiet as Jackson probably meant it to be.
Michael caught Jackson’s lips with his, keeping Jackson from any more trouble. Not that Finn would be letting that go. Jackson was racking up his punishments and Finn was going to enjoy every second.
Opening one of the hidden drawers on the side of the tub, Finn pulled out the lube that he knew was there. He opened the cap and slicked up his fingers. The waterproof lube wouldn’t make it through the week.
Finn returned his fingers to Michael’s ass and pushed two thick digits deep.
Michael pressed back then thrust forward then back again.
“This would be better if I could use my hands,” Jackson drawled.
“Hush,” Finn ordered.
Jackson huffed but dipped his head to catch Michael’s lips.
“Better,” Finn praised.
