Chapter 38
“What do you think?” I look at Ethan over the pub table. He’s matured in the six or seven years it’s been since we were in the army together.
“Why me? I’m flattered, but it’s not like we’ve seen much of each other.” He picks up his beer and finishes the last inch.
“You have the qualities I’m looking for. Someone with a sensitivity towards a certain kind of man,” I say, knowing he’ll understand, even if he’s not open about sharing his sexuality. It wasn’t something we talked about when we knew each other, but we both understood.
“You mean because I’m queer?” He sits back in the booth, his back to the wall of the pub.
“Yes. There are a lot of people who need protection in their workplaces or lifestyle. I know this from experience.”
“You and that popstar? I did wonder when I saw you together.” The corner of his mouth lifts, and a dimple pops out.
If I didn’t have Finn, I’d be flirting with this guy.
He’s a handsome fucker, blond buzz cut, thick neck, muscles from head to toe but not showy.
The tattoos emphasize his ruggedness; I think Saint would approve.
“Yeah, we’re good friends. But his life is chaotic and fast paced. I’ve had enough of that to last me a lifetime.” I finish my pint and gesture to get him another. He nods, and I stand up. Before I move away, I push the folder towards him. “Take a look at what I’m offering.”
I look at the time; we’ve been here a while, so he’s interested, or he would’ve left by now. Richie, after a catch up and some reminiscing, wasn’t interested. He liked his job and the money was enough for him to not need my offer.
With a pint in each hand, I get back to our table. The folder is on his side of the table; he’s looked through it. He smiles as I sit down. “Yep, I’m in.”
“And you’re okay with leaving here? You’ll be away with clients for possibly months at a time.” I want him to understand it’s not a security job; it’s full-time protection.
“You’ve got perfect timing; I’ve just come out of a shitty relationship. Do you want me to relocate?”
“That’s up to you. It’s not an office job; you’re able to work remotely.
Zoom meetings are a thing now, y’know,” I say with a smirk.
It’s a valid point. I hadn’t expected my team to be local.
I’ll be coordinating work for them, but it’s not like we’ll be having daily meetings.
“Joking aside, you’ll need to come to the office for instructions and for final reports.
Being closer would make it easier, but it’s not a deal breaker. ”
“I think a change would be good for me. When will you be ready for business?”
“A month. I’ve got one more person to speak to. I’m starting with three agents. I’ve got potential clients that need final interviews before allocating one of you to them.”
“I’ll start looking for accommodations.” Then he gives me a wicked smile. “Are you single?”
I’m surprised by his sudden change in conversation and the question itself. I think of Finn and everything we done and shared over the last month or so, and if it’s not a relationship, then I don’t know what we’re doing. It sure feels like one to me. “No, I have a partner.”
“Shame,” he says with a wink.
We finish our drinks, and after shaking hands, I welcome him to the team. “I’ll be in touch and call me if you need any help finding a place.”
After a shower, shave, and a douche, I knock on Finn’s door.
I’ve been buzzing with need for him for the last twenty-four hours.
Since the conversation we had last night, where we admitted our feelings, I’ve been desperate to get home.
The last interview was a success; I have three of the men I wanted, and all are happy to locate here or a nearby city.
Finn doesn’t immediately answer. I’m about to knock again when it opens a crack and half of Finn’s face comes into view. “Memphis and Royal are here; I’m trying to get rid of them. I’ll call you when they’ve gone.”
Fucking cockblocked by my brother. I’m gonna kill him when this hiding is all over.
I’ve had enough of it, as it is. We need to talk about it; it all seems unnecessary now.
We’ve worked out we want to be together, that this is a good thing, and that it is serious.
I know it’s been on me and my obsession with privacy and secrecy.
It’s just that I’ve lived like this all my adult life, and it has become a habit.
One that I’m ready to overcome. “Fine, but we need to talk.”
Finn’s face, or what I can see of it, blanches at those words, but it seems we don’t have time to talk about it right now. Royal shouts something I don’t quite hear, Finn turns away, then back to me. “Delivery but got the wrong apartment.” He shouts back. “I’ll call you as soon as they’ve gone.”
The door shuts, and I go back upstairs, fuming at my brother the whole way.
I go to the window and look for Royal’s car and wait for he and Memphis to reach it.
It takes another ten minutes before they get to it.
I watch for them to drive away; knowing them, they’ll turn around just to see if they can catch Finn.
I’m at Finn’s door, fist ready to knock when I get his text.
Finn: All clear, they left five minutes ago.
I knock, and he’s at the door in an instant.
“I watched them drive off,” I say, before being dragged inside, the door slamming behind me.
He must’ve kicked it. My back hits it as his lips crush mine.
I love this side of him. The take no prisoners style of kiss.
His teeth nip at my lip until I open for him to plunge inside my mouth.
Fuck! I love how he tastes as his tongue strokes over mine.
His leg slips between mine, his thick thigh pressing into my rock-solid shaft.
I rub against him as his hands tangle in my hair, gripping tight enough to sting.
I moan into his mouth as he keeps kissing me, swallowing the sound.
My balls draw up tight, and I’m gonna embarrass myself if he doesn’t stop.
I really don’t want my first orgasm to be in my jeans.
He does pull away, and his lips are puffy, dark red, and glossy, his eyes dark, heavy with lust and need. “I need to fuck you. I’ve gotta take the edge off or we’ll both be disappointed to miss out on my plans for you.”
All I can do is nod and let him pull me through the apartment to his bedroom. There’s an assortment of toys laid out on his dresser, all of them making me even harder.
“Get naked.” The no nonsense tone has me stripping off in record time. I drop to my knees and look up at him as he unbuckles his belt, tugging it through the loops on his jeans. “Hold up your hands.”
I lift them and let him wrap the thick leather around my wrists, pulling it tight as he lifts it, making me stand up. “Lie on the bed, on your back and arms above your head.”
“So much for taking the edge off first,” I chuckle as I do as he asks.
He fixes the belt to his headboard, then slides his hands down my arms and over my torso to my groin. He cups my balls, tugging them a little too firmly, but precum drips from my dick, so at least he’s on board.
“Trust me; this is just the warm-up. Now, knees apart. I wanna see your hole.” I comply, watching him looking at me as he strips naked and grabs the lube. “God, you’re so pretty.”
I feel the heat of a blush rising on my face, knowing I’m going bright red at his compliment. The mattress dips as he kneels up on it and slides between my legs. The lube he poured on his fingers is cold on my hole, but he presses gently, allowing one finger to slip inside.
Finn’s eyes don’t stray from between my legs, as one finger becomes two, then three. “That’s enough,” I tell him. “I’m ready.”
Finn grabs a pillow and shoves it under my arse, then nearly bends me double as he lines up his cock and pushes in, easing my legs back to rest in the crook of his arms.
Then he fucks me. It’s hard, raw, and leaves me breathless as he pounds into me.
“Come for me, baby,” Finn growls as he jacks me off, then his back stiffens, and he lets go, firing his hot jizz inside me as mine coats his hand and my stomach.
My legs fall to the mattress as he collapses over me, his head in my neck as he breathes raggedly.
Then he reaches up to untie my wrists, massaging them as he does.
Released, I wrap my arms around his back and kiss his forehead, taking a moment to enjoy being back with him.
Because I know I’ve fallen in love with him.
I think we’re on the same page, but saying those words after an epic orgasm isn’t the best timing.
When Finn moves, I release him and let him shift positions, his dick slipping free, taking a gush of cum with it.
Finn props himself up and rests his head on his palm. “You said you wanted to talk; is something wrong?”
I’m not sure my brain is functioning yet.
I think back to earlier, and it comes back to me.
“Yeah, and no, there’s nothing wrong. Hell, after that orgasm, I’m floating.
But I’m done with hiding us. I want to be a proper couple.
I want my family to know that I’ve got someone, that I’ve got you.
What do you think? Are you ready for Memphis to be all over this? ”
I wait, watching him as he thinks, then slowly, a smile spreads over his face, and his eyes sparkle with, I hope, joy. “Yeah, I’d like that, but I think we can make it more dramatic than turning up together at you dads’ house.”
“What’s going on in your head?”