Chapter 32
After speaking to Pops and admitting that I was done—no more jumping on planes to unknown places and situations—I need to use my expertise and train others to be the protectors, the bodyguards. To have my own firm, men and women that can step into any situation and know how to protect their charge.
As I sit at my laptop, working out the logistics and requirements, my interest is piqued for the first time in a long time.
But the knowledge that Finn is only two floors down hovers around me.
My heart is aching with desire, even if it’s just to see him.
Royal said without saying any words that Finn wasn’t seeing anyone.
I look at my screen and see I haven’t typed a word for about the last thirty minutes.
“Fuck it,” I mutter under my breath, shut the lid, and push away from my desk, the castors on my chair gliding smoothly over the floor.
It’s probably crazy to turn up on his doorstep with a hey, I’m back smile, but it’s worth a try. He can close the door in my face without saying a word, and the message would be loud and clear. It’s worth a go. I open my door and stop.
To my surprise and pleasure, Finn is standing directly opposite me, his hand still out ready to knock.
After a couple of awkward words, I stand back and let him in, breathing in the spiciness of his scent, then pulling back in case he noticed.
He’s looking around my living room, scanning towards the kitchen.
“There’s no one here. I’m alone.”
Finn spins around, his face red. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to look, but I wasn’t sure. You’re very good friends with him. Or so it seems. I’m sorry; that was rude. I’m, shit, I’m just… Fuck. I need to shut my mouth…”
Before I can think, I’m clasping his face in my cupped hands and kissing him.
Not a gentle, soft, it’s-good-to-see-you-again kiss.
No. This kiss is an I’ve-missed-you-every-fucking-day and an I-want-to-get-on-my-knees-and-worship-you kiss.
Teeth clash, tongues tangle, lips are nipped and bitten before Finn gasps and pulls back.
His lips are wet, spit slick, and red from my teeth; his hazel eyes are like flames as the amber seems to glow.
His stare remains as he wipes the back of his hand over his mouth. There’s a smear of blood, but he doesn’t seem to care. “God, I want to fuck you into the mattress, then spank your arse until you cry.”
“Yes,” I tell him, no hesitancy in my single word. Then let him take my hand and pull me down the hallway to my bedroom. As soon as we’re in and I’ve slammed the door shut, I drop to my knees and lower my head.
“Look at me, Drake.” Finn’s voice is deeper, powerful, and so different from his fun day-to-day speech. I lift my head to see he’s smiling again. “As delightful as you look kneeling for me, it’s not needed here. This is us, just us. Stand up.”
I get to my feet and let him tug me to his chest. It’s his turn to take control of our kiss.
It’s not as messy, uncoordinated, and dirty as the earlier one.
What am I saying? It’s definitely as dirty; he really is an amazing kisser.
Especially as I embarrassingly groan when his hands slide down to grab my bum.
Oh, and then as his lips trace down my throat, letting his teeth scrape over my Adam’s apple and back up again.
Both of our dicks are rock hard, pressing up together through far too many layers of clothing. “Naked, now,” he says, his lips still touching mine.
While I want to rip my clothes off and leave them where they land, I’m still a sub and fold my clothes and leave them tidily on a dresser.
Finn doesn’t have the same training instilled into him, and he’s naked in half the time it takes me.
He watches me, his hand on his impressive shaft, slowly pumping the length from base to tip.
“Good boy,” he praises me when I’m fully nude. “Come here.” It’s a command I’m happy to follow. “Get on the bed and lie on your stomach.”
I hesitate just enough for him to pick up on it. He slowly, with his hands on my hips, turns me around. I know that Rees’s marks are still visible. I flinch, not with pain, but with shame, as he traces one with a finger. “Don’t,” I whisper. “Please don’t touch them.”
His touch is immediately gone, but when I feel his lips there instead, a shiver runs through me, and I whimper. “You’re stronger than the marks on your back, Drake. You’re the strongest man I’ve met.” He kisses me again, and I swivel around to face him.
“Please take me to bed,” I ask, trying not to sound too desperate.
“It will be my pleasure… and yours.” He finishes with a wink.
We get on the bed, and I’m aware that the chance of a hard fuck has gone. But I have no doubt he’ll still make me fly. He shifts and is over me, his forearms bracketing my head, and as I spread my legs, he lies between them. “Now, where were we?”
Okay, maybe I was wrong, and we can get back to where we were.
This kiss is demanding, his lips and tongue commanding control.
I can feel his erection growing against mine; I flex my hips for more friction, and this time it’s Finn who groans into my mouth.
Precum leaks from our dicks, allowing them to glide more easily.
The kiss stops as he pushes up and moves down my body. It feels like he’s leaving scorch marks over every piece of skin he kisses. When he reaches my chest, I push my ribs up, wanting him on my nipples. His mouth, his fingers, I don’t care; I just want more.
“Patience, greedy boy,” he snickers against my chest. He licks over my left nipple before blowing air over the damp flesh. I feel it stiffen, then there’s a sharp tug from his teeth. I buck up, bowing my back as I cry out with pleasure.
He doesn’t know how long it’s been since I’ve had the touch of a lover on my body.
With the last three months away, I’ve missed and desired the touch of another man.
His fingers on both taut nubs, he travels lower, licking into my belly button, then kissing my happy trail and down to the tip of my cock, standing proud away from my body.
As he swirls his tongue over the crown, his fingers pinch hard, making me groan.
Then he’s taking me to the root of my cock; my dick in his throat, he swallows.
My balls draw up so tight I think I’m going to come. Finn notices, too, and pulls away.
“That was close,” I pant, sweat covering my body at the hint of losing control and shooting into his mouth.
He grins at me, a hint of wickedness glinting in his eyes. “I think we’re going to work on your stamina.”
“Fuck you,” I laugh. “It’s been a long time.”
“I’ll let you off tonight. Where’s the lube and condoms?”
I think of the lube in my drawer and the fact that I don’t have any condoms. Fuck! This is never going to happen.
“I don’t have any condoms; I haven’t had a need for them in a while.
I have lube, but that’s it.” Unable to quite believe it myself.
I know I’m clear; I’ve had tests every month since Rees’s attack.
It’s a lot to ask from Finn. Fuck it, I’m gonna tell him.
“I’ve been tested every month since… Well, that night; you can see the marks he left,” I trail off, not wanting to bring him up again.
He’s quiet, silently scrutinising me. “Sorry, I’m being stupid.
Going without a condom is a big deal; ignore me.
There’s plenty of time for us to get to that point. ”
He licks his lips, his expression serious. “You want to do that? I mean, you trust me enough for us do that?”
“I’d like to know your status, but yeah, I do.” I’m really thinking about doing something this reckless. That’s not me; I’m a planner, an analyst, never a risk taker. Even the disastrous night with Rees slash Warrior had been planned, he’d just lied and never intended to stick to the scene.
“I’ve been tested since Matt, and I haven’t been with anyone since,” Finn says earnestly. “You’re the only one I’ve had on my mind since the first night we met. You’re right, though. We got a bit ahead of ourselves in the moment.”
I let out a whoosh of breath, disappointment coursing through me as both my body and dick deflate.
I close my eyes, not knowing what’s going to happen next.
Finn may just get out of my bed and leave, and that’s the end of that.
Something that ended before it even started.
The mattress moves, but instead of it dipping as Finn gets up, it shifts towards me.
Finn is back over me. “I trust you, and you said the same to me. And while we’ve lost the hard-dirty-spur-of-the-moment fuck we thought it would be, perhaps this is better. I want inside you something desperate.”
I part my legs for him, bending them so my feet are flat on the mattress. “I’m all yours.”