This Grayson is fire.
“Cat got your tongue?” Leo snorts.
Finn could not answer if he tried; his higher brain functions are offline because there is not a drop of blood in his brain.
“More…like…Gray…” Rowan says, his wordspunctuated by his upward thrusts into Luca.
“You look beautiful, Gray,” Jay adds, letting Gideon slip onto the couch beside him.
“Fucking gorgeous.” Finally finding his words, Finn is not surprised that it comes out as a growl.
That makes Grayson blush, but he takes Finn’s hand, matching their palms and lacing their fingers together.
“So pretty,” Finn whispers again. “Is all this for me?”
“Hmmm,” he murmurs, pulling Finn close. He runs his nose up Finn’s throat so he can press his red lips to Finn’s ear, whispering, “Gonna dance for you, Finnie.”
Batter (and other things) Up!
Gonna dance for you, Finnie.
All the ways his mate might mean that flash through Finn’s mind. It hits him in pieces—how many times he’s already seen this, and hadn’t known what he was looking at.
Remembered moments from the kitchen where Finn had glimpsed rolling hips, or Grayson dropping low, only to pop up with his ass out after he’d dropped the remote—all accompanied by hummed bars of a familiar (and favorite) old song.
And those were only the moments Finn had been present for over the past few months.
Had he been practicing all this time?
“Holy fuck. He’s going towhat?” Rowan squeaks mid-thrust, interrupting Finn’s mental gymnastics. “Did you all know about this?”
Intrigued and clearly not thrilled to be out of the loop, Rowan sounds halfway between impressed and offended.
“I missed out on practice? You guys are so mean. I—”
Of course, they hadn’t told Rowan. As Luca said, if Rowan knows, everyone knows. He’d have been too smug not to lord it over Finn at the earliest opportunity, ruining the surprise.
“Shut up, Ro,” Finn growls, eyes locked on the vision before him—because nothing, not even Rowan’s commentary, could pull him out of this moment.
“Ready…alpha?”
Finn is torn betweenhell, yesandfuck, no.
The first because Grayson’s peach of an ass is hanging out of the bottomof those booty shorts, and his smooth, leanly muscled thighs glitter in the gold spotlight. The latter, because no one has ever done anything like this for him before, and Finn isn’t sure it’s not going to make him cry or come—maybe at the same time.
In the end, he settles on the former and embraces his emotions. “Yes, please,” he manages. “Show me what you’ve got.”
With a deep chuckle that makes the hair stand up on Finn’s neck, Grayson pulls Finn over to the single chair at the back of the stage. Pushing him down, he runs his finger over Finn’s lower lip, caressing the wet insides before sliding the wet digit into his own mouth and sucking it with a moan.
“This is so hot,” Luca moans.
Rowan has him impaled, but Gideon is busy tying his hands to his thighs, using his belt and Jay’s. His perfect little dick is standing high and is an uncomfortable shade of purple.
Leave it to Gideon to rig bondage on the fly. He’d probably made sure Jay wore his heavy black belt with all the extra holes on purpose.
With a finger under Finn’s chin, Grayson pulls his attention back to him. “Eyes on me, handsome. Don’t look away.”
He moves into the shadows, and Finn braces. Unable to relax, he crosses his arms, then moves them to the tops of his thighs before settling them on the sides of the wooden seat.
