Page 48 of Finlay

Fuck, I hoped it was the first one.

I watched him through the window for a few moments longer, wondering how best to address this. With confidence and communication, I decided.Chester seemed to feel most comfortable when things were addressed upfront and clearly.

Which made sense, given how much his ex had gaslit him. If he ever told me his full name, I’d be tracking the fucker down and teaching him a lesson.

One he wouldn’t walk away from.

Decision made, I strode up to the front door. It felt so odd to be approaching the house from this direction. And to be in my human form.

I knocked briskly before stepping back a bit. I didn’t want to overwhelm Chester the instant he opened it.

Through the walls, my supe hearing picked up on the pep talk he gave himself.“Just act normal. You don’t need to make this weird. You didn’taskhim to do his nude swims right outside your house.”

I bit back my smirk. No, he certainly had not. At least I knew exactly what was stressing him out now.

As soon as the door opened, I gave him a sheepish smile and thumbed over my shoulder. “Guess I might’ve been giving ye an accidental show?”

Chester flushed and started to stammer. “I didn’t—I mean, I wouldn’t?—”

Shit.I risked a step closer, holding my hands up. “Chester, it’s fine. I was the one parading around with my cock and balls out. If anyone should apologise, it’s me. I’m sorry if I’ve made ye uncomfortable.”

There was a glimmer of mischief in his eyes as he fought a grin. “Uncomfortable isn’t the right word.”

I took another step closer. “Good. Because thinking about ye watching me out there? That doesn’t make meuncomfortableeither.”

Heat flashed in Chester’s eyes as his tongue darted out over his bottom lip. A lip I very much wanted to get reacquainted with.

Spreading my arms wide, I braced myself on his doorframe as I eyed him hungrily. “Are ye going to invite me in, Chester?”

“Yes,” he rasped. His eyes wandered down my arm and settled on my chest. “Please, come in.”

One hot night,I reminded myself as I stepped over the threshold. That was what Chester wanted. I was familiar with his space thanks to my time spent in it as ‘Buddy,’ but what I really wanted to do was have a conversation with Chester here where I could speak back.

Now wasn’t the time for that. That wasn’t what tonight was about. It was about what Chester wanted.

And I’d be damned if I didn’t make every single one of his deepest desires come true.

I stepped close to him, not bothering to hide my hunger. “Bedroom? Or did you have somewhere else in mind?”

Politeness warred with desire on Chester’s face for afew seconds before the former won out. “Can I offer you a drink first? Water? Beer? Tea?”

I closed the distance between us, my lips hovering just above his. Ghosting my fingers along the curve of his neck, I tutted. “Do ye want us to have a drink first?”

“No, I don’t,” he moaned as I traced my hand down his chest, flirting with his waistband.

God, the things I wanted to do to this man. He was just so fucking tempting. I wanted to devour him. Fuck it. Just a little taste. I lowered my mouth to his ear, tugging the lobe gently with my teeth.

“Good.” I moved from his ear to his throat. “Bedroom or down here, Chester. That’s all ye have to decide on.”

Chester whimpered. Oh, he liked that idea. “Bedroom.”

I stood back and gestured for him to lead the way. I knew where it was, of course, but Chester didn’t know that. Besides, him going first meant I got to ogle his arse. A part of him I was hoping to end up on very good terms with. My eyes didn’t leave it as I followed him up the stairs. It had the most delicious jiggle. I wondered if I could sweet talk Chester into sitting on my face. On letting me bury myself between those tempting cheeks of his.

Fuck. I hoped Chester was caffeinated. If this was only going to be one night, I was going to keep him awake for most of it.

He opened his door. “Um, do you want the lights on or…?”

I was on him in a second, pressing the front of my body to the back of his. “What do you want,m’eudail?”

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