Finn's Fantasy (Maine Men #1) - K.C. Wells Page 0,69

was drawing closer. And while Joel knew it made sense to not overdo things—and he’d totally agreed with Finn that four nights wasn’t that long to go without seeing one another, and that they could get together Friday night for sure—he’d spent the intervening three days thinking of nothing but Finn.

Finn’s smile.

His arms.

His laugh.

His butt.

His dick.

That last one, however, was the clincher. All through Wednesday, Joel had tried to push one thought from his head, but it wouldn’t leave. He’d buried himself in phone calls and appointments, but his mind kept straying back to that tantalizing conclusion.

He needed Finn’s cock in his ass. Like, yesterday.

Joel told himself this was the result of years of denying himself, that it would wear off, that he wasn’t always going to feel consumed by the need to touch Finn, kiss him, fuck him… A consumption that sent delicious ripples of pleasure through him.

Friday, okay? You can wait till Friday night, surely. It wasn’t as if there was no contact between them, right? They sent texts, Joel called, Finn called…

Finn’s voice. Yet another thing to occupy Joel’s thoughts. If Finn ever got it into his head to talk dirty, Joel had no doubt he’d come without so much as a finger in his ass.

And here I am again, right back to my ass.

He climbed into bed, reached for the lube, closed his eyes, and let his imagination take over. It wasn’t Joel’s fingers that penetrated his tight hole but Finn’s, long and slick. Fingers gave way to Finn’s tongue, and sweet Jesus, that was enough to bring him to the edge. Much as he tried to delay the inevitable, it wasn’t long before he was stifling his moans for fear of disturbing Bramble, and coming into the towel that had become a regular fixture beside his bed.

As he lay in the dark, his heartbeat slowly returning to its normal cadence, Joel came to a decision. Fuck waiting. He’d stop by Finn’s the following day when he took Bramble for a walk.

Just for a coffee.

Yeah right.

Bramble walked ahead of him, with less exuberance than he’d shown on the way to the beach. Joel knew from experience that within a couple of hours, he’d be pawing at the door, dragging his leash off the hook, and dropping it at Joel’s feet with a look that said Well? Are we going or what?

Then Joel spied Finn’s truck on his driveway, and his pulse quickened.

He’s home.

It was absurd how happy that simple realization made him.

“Let’s go see Finn, eh, boy?” Bramble tugged on the leash, steering Joel toward Finn’s truck, and Joel laughed. Bramble was just as keen to see Finn as he was. He stopped at Finn’s front door, striving to breathe evenly. Then he rang the doorbell.

Finn opened the door and smiled. “Hey. I owe you a coffee, don’t I?” He cocked his head to one side, and stood very still. “But you didn’t come here for coffee, did you?”

Joel locked gazes with him. “Nope. Is it that obvious?”

“I’ve been thinking about you. I hoped you were thinking about me.” Finn glanced at Bramble. “On your way to or from the beach?”

“From.”

He grinned. “Thank God for that. Get your ass in here.”

No sooner had Finn closed the door behind him, than he was tugging Joel out of his jacket, their mouths locked in a frantic kiss.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” Finn murmured against his lips. “Shoes, off.”

Joel chuckled. “Yes, sir.” He toed them off, then shivered as Finn dove in and kissed his neck. “Christ, much more of that, and I’ll shoot before you get anywhere near my ass.” When Finn froze, Joel stared at him, his heart beating fast. “Have I said something wrong?” Then it hit him. “Oh God. Tell me you top.”

Finn’s eyes were so dark. “Oh, I top. And you have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this.”

Joel caught his breath. “Seriously?” He liked being the object of Finn’s lust. When Finn gave a slow nod, Joel smiled. “Then let’s see if reality is better than your fantasy.”

They stumbled toward the couch, and Joel fell backward against the cushions. Something caught his eye, and he laughed. A very large box of condoms and the biggest bottle of lube Joel had ever seen were sitting on the coffee table.

“I guess I’m not the only one who’s been shopping.”

Finn’s eyes twinkled. “The way we’re going? That’s about a week’s supply.” He grabbed hold of Bramble’s collar and led him to the kitchen, closing the