Page 103 of Brazen Obsession

The guys stay at the office a little later than normal, but when they come home, Finn drags me into the kitchen to help him make dinner.

“What do you want me to do?” I ask.

He’s pulling out meat and vegetables from the refrigerator when he lifts his eyes to mine with a smirk. “Dessert, flower. You make the best dessert.”

My cheeks flush, knowing he’s not just talking about my baking skills. I put my hair up in a messy bun so I can work on making something relatively quick for dessert.

“I can’t wait until Tom is out of the house and we can go back to Wyatt’s rules.” Finn sets the food on the island and moves behind me, trapping me against the counter with his hands on either side of my hips. His lips press against the nape of my neck and my head falls forward, giving him access. He slides his hand across my stomach and presses into me from behind. “I like playing with you, flower. I’m going to fuck you in every room of this house.”

He kisses down the side of my neck. My eyes close and I breathe in the smell of sex and sin his cologne invokes. I place my hand over his on the countertop.

“Finn.” His name is a breath on my lips as desire wraps around me.

His chuckle is dark as he pulls away, leaving me aching with need for so much more from him. “Don’t worry, flower. I’ll keep you warm for Wyatt.”

He shifts to the side and begins working on dinner. I drag a breath into my starving lungs. When I glance toward the door Tom usually appears in, he’s not there this time.

Because he got shot. My heart tightens. I checked on him and Natasha earlier to make sure they were doing okay.

Natasha gave Tom his pain meds and they were going to order in dinner and stay downstairs tonight. At least that’s what they said, but Tom tends to wander up here when they need something.

I blow out my breath. It isn’t worth fucking around in the kitchen and having Tom catch us. But I want to. Instead, I focus on making a cherry crisp.

Finn and I work together seamlessly as we move around the kitchen. Both working on separate tasks. For a second, I stop and watch him. He’s less tense than he has been. Even before Tom went missing, Finn always had this underlying tension beneath his flirty playboy persona.

“Are you settled with your dad then?” I can’t help asking.

Finn smiles. “He has a protégé and we’re free to do what we please. Yeah, we’re settled.”

I nod. Good.

But he continues, “I was never going to be the person he wanted me to be. I don’t want to live that lifestyle. He knew it. Mom knew it. But for some reason, he still thought if he waited long enough, maybe I’d want a piece of his empire to call my own.” His gaze lifts to mine from the asparagus he’s trimming. “He finally seems to understand this is the life I want. I want to go to my job and work with clients. See my best friends every day at work and come home to you every night. I want a future I can be proud of, and hopefully, my dad will be a part of it without seeing me as his heir.”

When I brush the flour off my hands and step into his space, he looks down at me. I straighten his collar with a smirk.

“I want that too, Finn.” I could drown in his green eyes. Spend hours touching every inch of his body while he returns the favor. “I love you.”

His fingertips graze my jaw. “I love you, flower.”

He lowers his head and his lips capture mine. I give in, just like every other time he’s kissed me. I never fought the attraction between us. Holding back was a given since I’d decided on Wyatt, but once Finn kissed me, I was all in.

He lifts his mouth and touches his forehead against mine. We breathe each other in. He brushes his lips across my forehead and I step back to work on the dessert. My heart is bursting in my chest.

It doesn’t feel real that everything is dealt with and things can go back to normal. Well, not normal. I glance at Finn. The others are in the living room, making sure everything they have on Peter and Alexander is well documented before they hand it over to Finn’s dad.

I keep waiting for the next thing to happen. The next catastrophe.

We finish preparing the meal and the cherry crisp is cooling. I’m greeted with hugs and kisses from Wyatt, Dante, and Drew before I sit down at the table. We eat dinner family style, passing around the dishes to fill our own plates.

As we eat, the guys are more relaxed than I’ve seen them in a while.

Wyatt leans back. “I thought for sure Roger was going to draw on that guy.”

“The guy on the left?” Drew nods. “Yeah, he looked a little trigger-happy.”

“No one drew on anyone else, pip.” Dante winks at me.

I remember to breathe as Wyatt and Drew turn their attention on me, like they realized I might have an issue with guns after being shot at. Or fear for their lives after Tom got shot.