Rylie

"WY!" FINN CALLS FROM THE BATHROOM, his voice drowned out by the Keurig brewing my coffee. I yawn into the sleeve of my shirt, or Finn's shirt since I borrowed it again for sleeping in. Since I can't sleep naked, I've found the softness of the worn t-shirts very comfortable. It also doesn't hurt that it turns him on, and my new hobby is teasing the poor boy.

"Wy!" he yells again.

I stir some sugar into my coffee and then shuffle in my pink slippers down the hallway. "Coming! Geez. Settle down."

I pause in the doorway of the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe to steady myself while I take a sip of the beverage, holding the mug up to my face to savor the warmth of the steam. I would still be sleeping off all the alcohol if Finn hadn't woken me up with annoying insistence that I be present for the big Shave Off. Not sure why I have to watch a group of grown ass men shave their faces but whatever.

I take another sip, watching the muscles in Finn's bare back flex as he fiddles with something on the counter. I startle when he yells, "Wy!" from his hunched over position. A little of the hot liquid splashes out onto my hand and I screech.

Finn spins around and curses. "Jesus, Wyatt. Are you ok?" He takes the coffee from me, setting it on the vanity, and dunking my hand under the running water to wash off the coffee and cool the burn. He dries my hand then brings it to his mouth to blow on my skin. "We need to put a bell on you so you can't keep sneaking up on me."

I pull my hand away and reach for my coffee. "You summoned me," I say before taking a drink from the mug.

"Yeah, because it's almost time and I can't figure out where to put my phone!" He gestures to the black phone propped up haphazardly against the soap dispenser.

I point to his setup. "That's stupid. Wait here. I'll get my phone." I hand him my coffee before leaving the bathroom and grab my phone from my room, reclaiming the coffee upon return. I pop out the kickstand on my phone case and set it up vertically on the counter. "Voila."

He eyes me warily. "You've done this before. You don't have an Only Fans account or some shit like that, right?"

I shrug, allowing my lips to curl up a bit. "Who's to say what a girl does on her own personal time?"

"Rylie," he says in a stern voice, taking the coffee from me and setting it aside on the counter. He pulls me into him with hands on my hips. "You better be joking right now."

I boop his nose. "You aren't the boss of me."

"No? Well, no fiancé of mine will be using any such services. You got it?" There's no sign of the dimples and his eyes are a steely gray. Yep, he's showing me a rare glimpse into his serious side.

"Finn," I say, poking my fingers where his dimples should be. "I'm not on Only Fans. You can calm your tits. But it is cute that you went bossy on me there for a minute."

"Cute?" he asks, narrowing his eyes, as if the adjective is offensive. "Is this cute?" He lifts me by the hips onto the counter, forcing his way between my legs, bending me slightly backwards to shove his face into my neck. The rough stubble on his face scratches against me and I screech, trying to push him off.

"Finnegan! Stop!"

He pulls away and stands so we're facing each other, his body wedged between my open legs. His eyes wander down my body, slowly taking me in. The shirt is hiked up, revealing more of my thighs than he usually gets so see. He skims his fingers over the exposed skin, down to my knees and back up, stopping just at the edge of my panties. "Is this cute?" he says in this husky voice that's completely new. His blue eyes meet mine as his hands feather out over my hips, sliding under my ass. I'm greeted to a brief hello from Lionel before Finn sets me on the ground, turning me in the direction of the door.

With a pat on my ass, he bosses, "Go put some pants on before the call starts."

And it isn't until I'm stuffing my leg into a pair of leggings that I realize I obeyed him without question. If I had wanted to put pants on, I would have put pants on. I pause with the pants half on, one leg still left bare, to consider my options. I rip the leggings off and rejoin Finn in the bathroom, where there are multiple voices talking at once. I peer around Finn to see a big group video call on his phone screen.

I wave. "Hi, guys! Sorry I'm late. Finn tried to boss me around."

With that statement, Finn turns to find me without pants. He quickly pulls me out of the line of the camera. "Wy! What the fuck?"

"Rylie!" a voice yells through the phone. Teddy's face fills the bigger portion of the screen. "Put on some damn pants!"

I lean into the frame and show my best friend my biggest pouty face. "I don't wanna."

Finn steps in front of me, blocking me from the camera. "Dammit, Wyatt. Just go put some pants on."

I cackle, loving his reaction. "Fine," I sulk. I dash out of the bathroom and put on the leggings in record time, running back into the bathroom slightly out of breath. For something I practically had to be dragged out of bed for, I'm unusually excited for this.

"I'm here!" I announce. "We can get started."

Finn has all his shaving things set out, ready to go as soon as the time is called.

"Let's do roll call," Vivi says. She sits at her kitchen counter, munching on a bowl of cereal. After a bunch of grumbling, Vivi calls the first name. "Jensen."

"Present," Teddy chimes in for her fiancé when he merely grunts into the phone. They're squeezed together in the frame in their bathroom, and it looks like she's also wearing her boy's shirt. Her hair is a total mess and I'm doubting she's even looked in the mirror yet today.

"Kelly."

"Here. Only because my girl is making me." He's standing in his new, undecorated bathroom with Sutton standing in front of him, his arms circled around her waist, his chin resting on her head.

"Present Kelly is pissed at Past Kelly," Sutton says with an amused smile. "He has regrets. But a deal is a deal. He did the whole group huddle handshake thingy. It's binding."

"Baby girl," he groans, closing his eyes as if this whole scene is too much.

Vivi doesn't allow the conversation to go on. She calls the next in line. "Sully."

"Fuck. Me." Sully stands in an unknown bathroom. I've never been to his place to say whether that's where he's at, but the dark décor screams the loner's touch. He's shirtless, all that tatted skin on display, and his hair is up in a manbun, looking completely rumpled in a sexy way only men like him can pull off. I don't mind looking at him from a distance. But, truthfully, the man kind of scares me with his intimidating body language and haunted eyes.

Vivi calls Finn, who obnoxiously salutes with the razor in his hand; then Charlie next, and I'm treated to a twin version of Finn's body in the phone screen; and ends the roll call by reluctantly calling Archie. Apparently, she didn't accept whatever truce was attempted at the party last night.

"Present," the cute ginger says. He's shirtless, as all the men are, but it seems more provocative for this newbie to be showing us what hides beneath his shirt. It's a cut body, that's what. Not that Archie is a dog by any means, but I was not expecting that level of fitness. Judging by the way the other girls squint into the screens, I think they're as surprised as me. If we weren't using my phone for the video call, I'd quick send a text to the girls with a little whistle.

"No whistling or ogling of any kind," Vivi says tersely. Well, shit, I guess I did indeed whistle. Out loud. Whoops.

Finn pinches my chin with his fingers and shakes my head back and forth. "Bad kitty."

Our attention is brought back to the screen with yelling between Sutton and Kelly. "Dammit, baby girl. Say one more thing about him being adorkable and see what happens."

"I didn't call him adorkable this time!" Sutton says with a laugh. "I said he's been upgraded from adorkable to..." Kelly pushes her face into his chest to drown her words.

"Is there any possible way," Finn yells from beside me, "that Sutton and Kelly can just shut up for once so we can get on with it already?"

This makes me cackle. "Finn, calm it down."

"Rylie," Vivi says through the screen, "meet Competitive Finn, almost as obnoxious as Goofy Finn."

"Oh goodie! More obnoxious sides of Finn. Can't have too many of those."

He lunges for me, but I'm saved by Sutton yelling, "Who's holding up who now?"

"For fuck's sake," Jensen grumbles. "Let's do this shit already."

Vivi counts them down, and then suddenly all the men are lathering and shaving and rinsing, on repeat, until one by one they pop up on the screen completely clean-shaven. "And let the competition begin!" Finn sings, and they all whoop with excitement.

This family, they are one of a kind.

After ending the group call, Finn cleans up his shaving mess and then lifts me onto the counter again, resuming his place between my legs. Apparently, this is a thing we do now. He keeps pushing back the line I've drawn in the sand, redrawing it and redrawing it only for it to keep on moving. If I'm not careful, he just might remove the line completely.

He picks up my hands and places them on his cheeks, the skin now soft where it was rough just moments ago. "Soak it in, Wy. This will be the last time you'll see my naked face." He guides my fingers to brush over his face as he names the parts. "My naked chin. My naked cheeks. Worst of all, my naked dimples."

"Shut up and stop being so creepy," a feminine voice fills the room. A quick glance at my phone shows Sutton and Kelly in a similar position in their bathroom. Apparently, we're still on the video call with them.

Finn ignores her and moves my fingers on his face again. "My naked upper lip."

"Stop saying the word naked. Besides," Sutton says, the phone now in her hand showing a closeup of her face. "The challenge is for the mustache only. Your stupid chin and cheeks and dimples won't even be hairy anyway."

Before she can argue further, the phone is ripped from her hands and Kelly's voice can be heard saying, "Baby girl, for fuck's sake, quit wasting time being a brat. We have another room to christen." Then the line goes dead for real.

Finn acts as if the whole conversation with Sutton and Kelly didn't happen, picking up a strand of my hair and draping it over his upper lip. "Wy," he says, and I can't help laughing at how ridiculous he looks. "I mustache you a question."

I try to shove him away, but he crowds my space. "No really, Wy. I really mustache you a question. Who do you think is going to win? You can say me. It's ok to be biased since I'm obviously your fave."

I smirk. "Who says you're my favorite?"

He scoffs. "But I am, though, right?"

I shrug. "You're in the top six."

His eyes widen. "There are only six of us!"

I laugh as I weasel my body off the counter and dart for my bedroom. He whooshes in behind me, picking me up and throwing me onto the bed. I bounce on my back a few times before he crawls on top of me, his heavy body weighing me down. "You're mean, Wyatt. The meaneast, and now you're going to say sorry. And scream, 'Finn Anderson is my number one!'"

When I refuse, he tickles me, and I squirm away from his relentless fingers. Finally, I relent and scream, "Ok, ok. Stop! Finn Anderson is my number one! There. You happy?"

He stops tickling but doesn't move to get off me, his body a warm weight atop mine. He brushes the hair away that fell in my face during the scuffle. "Very happy, Wy. Thank you." Then he does this new thing where he presses his thumb onto my lips. His eyes are an intense blue as he finally crawls off me.