Finn's Fantasy (Maine Men #1) - K.C. Wells Page 0,90

way… are you hungry?”

He laughed. “Starving. What’s for dinner?”

“Lobster and salad.”

Joel gaped. “You cooked me a lobster?”

Finn chuckled. “No, I bought one from Wolff Farm, ready cooked.” He stilled. “You do like lobster, right?”

“Love it.” He had to say the words again. “Love you.”

Finn’s face glowed. “Love you too.” He smiled. “I think I’m gonna be saying that a lot tonight.”

Joel didn’t think he’d ever tire of hearing it.

Finn wiped his lips with a napkin. “That was delicious.” Eating it on Joel’s deck under all those lights had been magical enough. Those moments when they stopped to share a kiss or a squeeze of a hand added to the wonder of it all, and Finn knew he would never forget this.

“When you asked me to come to dinner tonight…”

Joel sighed. “Carrie told me not to let fear hold me back. So I decided to tell you how I felt.” He gazed at Finn. “As to why I was afraid? The difference in our ages. I’m continually amazed you’d be interested in a guy who’s forty-two.”

Finn arched his eyebrows. “Okay… One? You are the perfect age for me, and that’s the last time we’re gonna mention that. Two, unlike one particular friend—who I’m not gonna name because I don’t need to—I like commitment, all right? That’s why my relationships were so messed up. I wanted commitment, they didn’t.”

“And I should have realized that, because you said as much.” His eyes twinkled. “Carrie always said I was crap at reading between the lines. Now tell me what stopped you.”

Finn bit his lip. “I was your first guy in twenty years. I figured it was all about the sex. And how would it have looked if the first guy you lay suddenly declares you’re the one he’s been looking for his whole life?” He froze. “Okay, that was more than I intended to reveal.”

Joel reached across the table and took Finn’s hand. “On the contrary. I needed to hear that. And while the sex has been amazing…” He swallowed. “God, there’s so much more to us than that.”

Finn decided to go for broke. “Listen… I was thinking of taking an hour or two off work next week. I need to go to Portland. To visit the Franny Peabody Center.”

Joel smirked. “Have we run out of condoms? That’s what drugstores are for.”

Christ, his heart was hammering. “That’s not why I’m going. I visit the center every three months… to get tested.”

Joel was so still. “I see. It’s not something I’ve ever done.”

Finn nodded. “Which is why I thought you might wanna come with me. We could get tested together.” Come on, Joel, read between the lines…

“Oh.” Joel’s breathing quickened. “Oh.”

Thank God, he got it. “Is that something you might wanna do?”

“Yes.” Joel smiled. “Oh yes.” He glanced at the table. “Are we done here?”

“Why—you got something in mind?” As if the same thought wasn’t already in Finn’s head.

“We haven’t run out of condoms, have we?”

Finn chuckled. “Between the ones I bought, and the ones you bought, I think we’ve got plenty.” He couldn’t resist. “Enough to last us until we get our results back, at any rate.”

Oh fuck. Joel’s pupils were huge. “Then let’s go inside.”

He grinned. “I’d had enough of the tux anyway.”

The dishes could wait.

Finn moaned into Joel’s kiss as Joel gently fingered him, Finn’s hands on Joel’s head and neck, both he and Joel in constant motion and neither in a hurry to reach their destination. Finn wanted to enjoy the journey: the feel of Joel’s hands on him; Joel’s hot shaft sliding over his own; Joel’s sighs as Finn curled his fingers around both their lengths and gave them a leisurely tug; and the look of wonder in Joel’s eyes as he eased his gloved dick into Finn’s body.

Then his heart stuttered when Joel stilled, balls deep inside him, kissed him, and whispered “I love you.” Their lips met, and Finn held him close as they rocked in harmony, Finn’s legs wrapped around Joel’s body, wanting him deeper.

Time lost all meaning as they rolled together in Joel’s bed, and all that mattered was their connection. When Finn got on all fours, and Joel knelt behind him to slide into him with an exquisite languidness, Finn bowed his head and closed his eyes, letting the sensations wash over him. He arched his back and Joel laid a trail of kisses up his spine to his nape, one hand stroking Finn’s cock with infinite gentleness, as though Finn was some fragile creature