Finn's Fantasy (Maine Men #1) - K.C. Wells Page 0,74
Finn wasn’t surprised when Joel beckoned him onto the bed. Right then he was curled up at their feet, his eyes closed.
That would change in a heartbeat if either of us said walk.
Of course, snuggling was eating into his deck-building time, but hey, Joel was the boss, and Finn wasn’t about to go against the boss’s wishes. As if he could refuse anything Joel asked of him.
If he wanted my heart, I’d give it. Finn knew when he was smitten, and this was as smitten as he got.
“You do know we have to get out of this bed eventually, right?”
Finn blinked. “But why? We still have…” He counted on his fingers. “Thirty condoms left.” He grinned.
Joel laughed. “Who was it who mentioned delayed gratification less than forty hours ago? Hmm?”
“Aw, come on. Can’t we stay in here a while longer? Please?” Finn wheedled, adding his fingers to the coaxing, loving how Joel’s breathing hitched whenever Finn got near his nipples. Then he brought his mouth to one of them and flicked it with his tongue.
A gasp stuttered from Joel’s lips. His gaze narrowed. “You fight dirty.”
Finn bit his lip. “I can get dirtier, believe me.”
“I don’t. I demand proof.” Then he gasped as Finn rolled him onto his belly, spread his ass cheeks, and speared Joel’s hole with his tongue. “Fuck.” Joel raised his head from the bed when Bramble let out a bark. “Bramble? Daddy’s fine. Bed.”
Finn chuckled. “I rest my case.” He waited while Bramble jumped off the bed and trotted with extreme reluctance to the stairs, pausing to give them one last soulful pleading glance. Finn grinned. “So you’d better not make too much noise, or Bramble will think I’m doing something awful to Daddy.”
“You’d better be doing something,” Joel retorted.
Finn went back to fucking Joel’s hole, loving how Joel’s body danced on his tongue.
Yeah, he wouldn’t be working anytime soon.
Joel went into the kitchen. “You hungry?” he called out as he poured himself a glass of water at the sink. Finn had taken a shower after spending a couple of hours adding more boards to the deck. Joel reckoned it would be finished by Sunday, providing there were no more distractions.
“What’s for dinner? And am I invited?” Finn hollered from the bathroom.
Joel laughed. “Stupid question. Of course you’re invited. And there are a couple of Hungry Man meatloaf dinners in the freezer.” Moments later, Finn was at his back, sliding his hands around Joel’s waist, one heading north, the other south. Joel chuckled. “I see you’re hungry for something.”
“Mm-hmm.” Finn’s breath tickled his ear. “I have an idea for an appetizer. Ever wanted to get fucked on the kitchen table?”
A flood of heat surged through him. “Not until you mentioned it.” And suddenly Joel couldn’t think of anything else. He caught his breath when Finn squeezed his stiffening dick through his sweats.
“Aha. You like the idea though.” Another squeeze. “Hoo, yeah.” Finn spun him around and locked his arms around Joel’s neck, rocking his hard shaft against Joel’s.
“Does that thing ever take a break?” Not that Joel’s was any softer. He held on tight to his glass, doing his best not to spill its contents.
Finn leaned in, and his rough chuckle tickled Joel’s neck. “Not when you’re around. That’s its perpetual state.” Another roll of his hips, and his dick slid over Joel’s. “Maybe I should just pick you up and carry you to the table, lay you flat and—” He stilled and jerked his head toward the back door. “What was that?”
“What was—” Joel followed his gaze, and froze.
Nate was standing at the screen door, his eyes huge, his mouth open.
Aw fuck.
Finn sprang back as though Joel had burned him and Joel dropped his glass to the floor, where it shattered instantly. “Shit.”
“I’ll get this—go talk to him,” Finn urged. He began picking up the largest fragments of glass.
Joel took a step toward the door, but Nate beat him to it and pushed the screen door open. He came into the kitchen and stood there, still staring, his lips parted.
Fuck, he’s shaking. Then it hit him. Nate was so pissed he was vibrating, anger pulsing through him. And Joel couldn’t move, rooted to the spot.
“I thought you were coming tomorrow, with Mom and Laura.” He fought to keep his voice even. “Did I get my days mixed up?” Joel listened but heard no voices outside. “It’s just you, isn’t it?”
Nate gaped at him. “That’s how you wanna play this? Jesus, you got some nerve.”