Page 8 of Court Rivals

He groaned and closed his eyes again. “I just felt tired all day,” he grumbled. “Not sick.”

“Not sick, my ass,” I retorted, now running my fingers through his hair. He rolled onto his side and curled his massive body around me the best he could. My heart clenched in my chest. To the world, Finch was a bit closed-off, didn’t talk much, and he was pretty antisocial. He preferred to be alone. A lot of people we came into contact with thought he had a stick up his ass. But when he was with me, he was soft and open, wanting every bit of attention I could lavish on him. And I ate that fucking shit up.

I loved that I was his safe space.

“It’s probably just a cold,” he said, his voice muffled by my thigh. I sighed and scratched at his scalp.

I just hummed in response to that, then suggested, “Why don’t we order some takeout for dinner, and in the meantime, we go lay in bed? I could use a nap, and I know you need some more sleep.”

He turned his head just enough to peek up at me. “Naked?”

I chuckled. “As if I’d let you sleep with me any other fucking way, baby.” I patted his ass, then gave it a light squeeze because I just couldn’t help myself. His ass was perfect—round, perky, and firm. “Up, baby. Come on.”

I stood and began making my way to the bedroom. Finch made his way into the bedroom just as I was tossing my clothes into the hamper. God forbid I ever left an item of clothing on the floor. Finch just about had a coronary every fucking time I did, even if ninety-nine percent of the time, it was by accident—like a sock not making it into the basket.

I slid beneath the blankets, and in record time, Finch was sliding in bed beside me, his back facing me. I wrapped an arm around his waist and tugged him against me so his back was molded to my chest and my cock, which was hard because fuck, it was damn near impossible not to be around Finch, was nestled between his ass cheeks.

A soft sigh escaped his lips as he curled his arm beneath his pillow. I tucked my face into the back of his neck just like I always did, the scent of him soothing something deep inside of me.

“I love you,” he mumbled.

“I love you, too, baby,” I softly replied. “Now get some rest. I’ll order food when I wake up.”

He nodded, and his hand came down to curl around my forearm, clinging to me. I smiled against his skin and pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades.