Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Finn
The rain started as I pulled out of the parking lot from Fifties and onto the main drag.
I was sort of glad Ulysses wasn’t riding his motorcycle.
Well, sad I didn’t get to see him in leather—although he looked mighty fine in khakis and a polo—but also glad because the roads were going to be slick and drivers were super stupid the first time it rained after months of drought. Like they’d forgotten how to drive.
Since I figured Ulysses remembered where I lived—although that might’ve been arrogant of me—I didn’t wait for him as I headed up the Cedar Connector.
I navigated the steep hills as if they were nothing.
Which they sort of were—for me. This landscape had been part of me for my entire life.
Even though the encroachment of houses farther and farther out of town was becoming a thing.
The character of my town was changing. I wasn’t a fan of either the sprawl or the taller condo buildings springing up under the new bylaws.
I checked my rearview mirror to find a silver SUV close behind me.
You’re seriously thinking about city ordinances when the most gorgeous man ever is coming to your cabin to fuck you?
Yeah, I was. First, it kept my libido in check. Second, those new buildings meant new challenges for the older firefighters who’d only ever had to go up three stories before. Eight was something entirely different.
Our local fitness requirements weren’t designed around charging up that many flights, and not all guys were up for the task.
I wasn’t going to say guys and gals because Miriam, Dulcie, and Iris could handle that climb without breaking a sweat. And kick some serious ass of the guys lagging behind while they were at it.
I signaled to take the right turn onto my street.
Ulysses did the same thing.
Within a couple of minutes, I pulled onto my driveway and drove up to my cabin.
That evening, three months ago, flashed into my mind. The setting sun. The warm glow off Ulysses’s dark skin. The frogs in the pond.
Nothing like the pouring rain today that made it hard to see out my windshield.
I hopped out of the truck and hotfooted it to the cabin. Once on the porch, and under the awning, I slowed my steps.
At the sound of a car door slamming, I turned and watched Ulysses striding toward me. Those thighs. Those legs. Those arms.
Memories assailed me. Of him in my bed. Of the expanse of his unmarred skin. Of the fun we had that night.
And of the feeling of waking up alone.
Well, you’ll just have to boot him out while you’re still conscious this time, so you don’t have to deal with that awful feeling again.
I unlocked the door and gestured for him to enter.
He did.
I glanced down at his ass—which the khaki pants clung to nicely.
When I shut the door, he turned to face me.
I moved to turn on a lamp. “A little gloomy.”
He raised an eyebrow.
I shrugged. “I want to see you.”
A slow smile crossed his face.
“And you’re wet.”
“It’s really coming down.”
Even in the sprint from his SUV, he’d gotten soaked. “You want to throw your clothes in the dryer? Or will that ruin them?”
“Wash and wear. I’ll survive if they’re damp. If you’re asking me to get naked, though, then I’m happy for you to put them in the dryer.” He removed his keys, wallet, and cell phone from his pockets and put them on the bench. Then he sat next to his things and bent to untie his shoe laces.
I toed off my cowboy boots. I’d gone casual today—having forgotten that I would be witnessing the check-presenting ceremony. I removed my leather jacket, wiped off the wet, and hung it on the rack.
Ulysses, having removed his shoes, stood and removed his jacket as well.
“You look good.”
He snorted. “What, when I’m not wearing my leathers?”
“I like you in your leathers. This way—the dryer is next to the bathroom. You remember where the bathroom is, right?” Where you had a shower and then emerged gloriously naked? With a rivulet of water running down your chest and—
“Yes, I remember.” He followed me and, when I arrived, I pivoted back.
He had his shirt open and was fingering his pants button.
Yep. Great memory, Finnegan. He’s exactly as hot as you remember. “You want a shower?”
He shook his head. “I was hoping we might head to your bedroom. The sooner I fuck you, the sooner I get answers.” Even as he said the stark words, he had a little light in his eye.
Drat. I’d sort of hoped he’d forgotten about that. I’d hoped maybe he’d be…too overcome by passion to remember to ask me questions. Questions I likely didn’t even have answers for anyway—but he didn’t know that. I held out my hand.
He removed his shirt and handed it to me. Then he unbuttoned his pants and yanked them down as well.
I made a show of examining his boxer briefs for dampness.
With a sly smile, he slid them off as well. “Might as well have them nice and toasty warm.”
“I like your thinking.” I tossed all his clothes into the dryer. Then I removed my department T-shirt and chucked it in as well.
He eyed my jeans.
“Nah.” I pressed the button to turn on the dryer and then gestured to the bathroom.
“Sure.” He grinned as he sauntered in.
I was grateful he closed the door—I wasn’t into listening to other guys piss. Had enough of that at work. Very little privacy in a fire hall. I strode back to the hallway lamp and shut it off. Then I pivoted and headed to my bedroom. Once there, I removed my jeans and underwear.
“Yum.”
I spun to find Ulysses leaning against the doorjamb. His gorgeous cock stuck straight out.
Mine hadn’t even begun to think about…what was to come. Part of me was wondering if this was actually a good idea. “Can I get you a glass of water?”
“You can do whatever you need to do and then let’s get to it, eh?”
I cocked my head.
“I’m teasing you.” He advanced toward me—clearly telegraphing his movements.
I stepped toward him.
We met somewhere in the middle.
He cupped my cheek. “I’ve been thinking about this for such a long time.”
You knew where I was. You could’ve come. I wouldn’t have turned you down. Well…probably not. I cleared my throat. “I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything. I fucked up. I never should’ve left that night. Regrets? I’ve had a few. But I’m here now. In fact, you invited me.” He grinned.
Something lurked in those luminous dark-brown eyes, though. Something I struggled to grasp. Something almost evasive. “So we’re going to do this?” My cock was showing interest.
He moved closer. “Yeah, let’s do this.”
“Okay. Uh…I have to piss.” I scooted past him and headed to the bathroom. Didn’t want nature’s call to interrupt…whatever this was.
I did my business, washed my hands, and headed to my bedroom.
Ulysses had yanked back the comforter and now lay in the middle of my bed.
Goosebumps ran up and down my arms—and not just from the chill in the air. We’d last been here in the dead of summer. Now autumn was upon us. “We might get cold.” I moved to the nightstand to snag condom and lube.
He waggled his eyebrows. “I promise I’ll heat you up.” He held out his hand.
I snagged it and let him pull me in. I sort of landed on top of him, with my mouth inches away from his. A smile spread across my face. “Hello.”
“Yeah, hi.” Ulysses angled his neck so he could press a kiss to my lips. Then he pulled back. “What do you want? What would make you feel good?”
I pretended to consider. Then chuckled. “Uh…you promised to fuck me. Although blow jobs and hand jobs are just as acceptable.”
“Pretty much anything to do with our cocks?”
“Yep.” No sense beating around the bush. I was tired of games—his and mine. I wanted him. He appeared to want me. Well, if his erect cock was any indication. “You going to fuck me again? Because last time was…spectacular.”
“True.” He chuckled. Then he sobered. “I shouldn’t have left.”
“So you keep saying. How about we move on? I’m vers and fine with either, but my prostate feels neglected today.”
“I can help with that.”
“I thought you might. Do you want me to prep myself?” We were sort of going from zero to one hundred in ten seconds, but I didn’t figure he’d mind that—I certainly didn’t.
“Oh, I’m very happy to prep you.” He grasped my hips to urge me off him.
I complied. He liked being in charge. I liked him in charge—at least for now. So I lay on my back in the middle of the bed as he snagged the bottle of lube.
He maneuvered between my spread thighs.
Our grins matched as he dribbled lube on his fingers.
I moved my cock and balls out of the way.
His gaze softened. “You really are stunning.”
I didn’t spend a lot of time before the mirror admiring myself. My mom had taught me about vanity. I also understood I had more options in the bedding-men department because of my looks. Is he here just because I’m a pretty face? Oof. Nope, he’s here because he thinks I have information.
“Finn?”
“Yeah?” I blinked.
“You with me?”
“Oh hell, yes.”
He nodded. Then he circled my hole with his fingers at a glacial pace.
As much as I wanted to beg him to go faster, I understood we were now on his schedule and we’d go as fast—or as slow—as he wanted. No speeding him up. That was for certain.
Slowly, he slid one finger inside.
And held my gaze.
I continued to grin. “You want me to tell you that feels good? Hell, yes. Will it feel better with your cock inside me? Hell yes to that as well.”
“That’s fair.” He added a second finger.
I reveled in the sensation. Even just such a simple act had a profound impact. Possibly because I hadn’t been with another guy in the three months since he’d snuck out of my bed.
Which I was so not going to admit to him. Because he might feel obliged to share where he’d been. Who he’d been with. I had no doubt the charismatic reporter hadn’t spent all those nights alone.
He angled his wrist and brushed my prostate.
My cock, which had been getting more interested by the minute, now filled completely.
A drop of precum leaked.
He leaned forward to lick it up. Then he swirled his tongue around my crown.
I grasped the sheets in my hands. “Keep that up and I might just combust on the spot.”
He pulled back. “Well, we certainly can’t have that.” He slid his fingers from inside me, wiped them, and snagged a condom wrapper.
I breathed faster, watching the dexterous movements of his hands as he ripped the packet and unrolled the condom down his length. More lube slathered on himself and he was moving into position above me. “Yeah?”
I pulled my lower lip through my teeth. “Hell fucking yes.”
“As you wish.”
“Ulysses?”
“Yes?”
“Don’t go easy on me. I want to feel this for the entire weekend.”
“You not working?”
“Even if I were, it wouldn’t matter. I don’t want to walk straight.”
That appeared to give him pause as he frowned.
Fuck. “Whatever. Do whatever. Just…get inside me soon?”
“Sure.” His smile didn’t reach his eyes as he lined himself up. Within moments, he was pressing inside me.
His dark-brown eyes held an intensity that stole my breath as my body accepted him. In the dim light of this stormy afternoon, his pupils were so wide, I could barely see the irises. I was powerless to look away as he continued to slowly work his way inside me.
“You feel good?” His voice, although low and husky, hung in the air between us.
“Yes. Now fuck me already.”
I’d never tire of that grin—probably because he didn’t smile nearly enough.
“As you wish.” He withdrew almost to the tip and then slammed into me.
My head hit the headboard with a resounding thud.
“Fuck.” He grabbed a pillow and stuffed it behind my head. “Hang on.”
“Yes. That.” I grasped his biceps to pull him even closer.
He continued his thrusts—over and over.
He pushed me higher even as I tried to stave off the orgasm.
I wanted to cling to this as long as possible and that meant thinking of anything except how he was nailing my prostate with every thrust. How I felt more alive than I had in the three months since he’d last been here.
How I would be happy if he just never left again.
My mind stuttered on that because the thought made no sense. A world of difference lay between he’s a good lay and gee, wanna stay forever?
“Finnegan.” He said my name through gritted teeth.
God, he remembers? I told him that once…in passing. “Yes, Ulysses?” I tried for cheeky.
“Fucking come already. Because I’m on the verge of—” His voice hitched.
I grasped my cock and started tugging. Sign of a generous man—he wants me to come first. Or at least at the same time. And since simultaneous climaxes were a wonderful thing, I set my mind to matching his rhythm as I jerked myself.
Still, he held me captive with his luminous eyes.
“I’m coming.” This time I spoke through gritted teeth.
“Thank fuck.”
Even as the orgasm hit me and cum erupted from my cock, he arched his neck and let out an almighty growl.
Fuck, that’s sexy.
Then all logic and reason left me as I flew up and over. Soaring above an ocean of turbulent seas.
The rain lashed against the window.
My vision narrowed—even as things became crystal clear.
I’m so falling for this man. This enigmatic stranger I barely know. A person who holds so many secrets. And yet, so did I. I just had to figure out which were mine to share and which I’d have to keep to myself.