Page 91 of Savage Blooms
“You’re not so bad, you know,” Finley said with a lopsided smile. “In fact, I find you perfectly tolerable. I could even put up with you for a long while, if I was forced to.”
The laughter dried up in Adam’s throat. The world was spinning slower, the night quieter and velvety-soft around them.
“Tolerable?” Adam repeated, taking a step forward without really meaning to.
“Endurable,” Finley said, like heknewthe deft display of intelligence turned Adam on. “Bearable. Admissible, even, if you twist my arm about it.”
That broke Adam. He took another step forward, right up to the brink of ruin, and braced his hands on either side of Finley’s head. The other man’s eyes darkened immediately, like he had gotten exactly what he wanted.
“What are you gonna do, Lancaster?” Finley challenged.
“You talk too much,” Adam said, and crushed his mouth against Finley’s.
Finley tasted like heather whisky and the sweet caramel notes of a porter, mixed with the unplaceable tang of something altogether unique to him. Adam felt like he was being resuscitated all over again, like hehad felt when Finley had dragged him from the murderous green waters of the loch and brought him back to life. Heat and light bloomed inside his chest, delirious and perfect.
Finley kissed like he was trying to prove a point, chasing Adam’s advance with his own nips and probing tongue. Somehow – it was hard to say in the haze of booze and lust – Adam ended up with his back against the brick and Finley’s fists balled in his shirtfront. He had never been on the receiving end of Finley’s commanding bedside manner, not like this, and he found that he liked the experienceverymuch.
Finley kissed him again, punishingly, like they were at war. They were exposed in this alley, with grime underfoot and moonlight overhead, but Adam didn’t care. Fuck decency, and fuck anyone who stumbled across them. He and Finley had been hurtling headlong towards this moment from the instant they met, and Adam wasn’t about to back away from it now.
Finley pressed their bodies flush together, and Adam could feel his hard length digging into his thigh. Adam let out a low moan, pulling Finley in tighter. He could die like this, and die happy.
Eileen was going to kill him, and Nicola would tease him within an inch of his life about it. But his heart was thrumming and his skin was on fire and his jeans were painfully tight.
In for a penny, in for a pound, Adam thought.
His fingers dropped down to pluck open Finley’s fly.
“Let me,” he said, nearly pleading. God, what was he becoming?
Finley reared back, looking for all the world like a startled horse.
“Here? Now?”
“Let me suck you off,” Adam said, dropping to his knees in the filthy alleyway. Normally he would care about things like cleanliness and not breaking public indecency laws, but right now, all he cared about was pushing Finley until he broke.
Finley didn’t have another word to utter in protest. He simply let Adam unzip his jeans and free his cock from their confines, hissing in the dark as Adam gave an experimental stroke. Adam had seen plenty of men naked before, and he had taken plenty of them to bed, but nothing could compare to this experience. Having Finley in the palm of his hand, quite literally, feeling the muscles in the other man’s thighs tense as Adam wrapped his lips around the head of Finley’s cock. He tasted like soap and salt and skin-musk.
“Christ,” Finley swore, threading his fingers through Adam’s hair. “Adam.”
Adam made a pleased humming sound in his throat and took as much of Finley into his mouth as he could, applying himself with the vigor of a dedicated student. Finley kept swearing under his breath, his language getting progressively more colorful as Adam stroked him andlicked the underside of his shaft. Adam could do this for an hour if Finley just kepttalking.
Adam’s back was braced against the wall of the alleyway, so when Finley started thrusting into his mouth, there was nowhere for Adam to go. He just lost himself in the sensation, stinging eyes slipping shut as Finley took his pleasure with rough abandon. His knees would be bruised in the morning, but he would count the markings as precious if it meant he got to enjoy this moment, just the two of them letting off steam under a velvety night sky.
Finley came quickly, spilling down Adam’s throat with a grunt and a gasp. Adam sucked him clean, swallowing dutifully.
“Jesus, Joseph and Mary,” Finley said, still trying to catch his breath. “You’re good at that.”
“I know,” Adam said smugly.
Finley grasped his wrist and hauled him up, pulling him into another kiss. Adam nearly pulled away, convinced that no one would want to kiss him after he had just done that, but Finley didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. He palmed Adam through his jeans as he slipped his tongue into his mouth, rubbing a delicious circle that made Adam squirm against the touch.
“My turn,” Finley said, leaving no room for argument. He unzipped Adam’s pants and slipped his hand down the front of his boxers, grasping his cock like it belonged to him. Adam sucked in a breath, the muscles in his stomach quivering.
“Fuck,” he managed. “Yes.”
“You’ve been hard up for this for a while now, haven’t you?” Finley said, a little bit careless and a little bit mean, like this didn’t mean anything at all, but then he dropped his mouth to Adam’s shoulder and pressed a kiss to the juncture of his neck with a gentleness that betrayed him. He kept kissing him like that, slow and exploratory, as he pumped Adam’s cock with merciless expertise.
Once again trapped between the wall and Finley, Adam had no choice but to accept the waves of pleasure as they crested over him, building in the base of his stomach to an unbearable degree. Adam dug his fingers into the other man’s shoulders, holding on for dear life.
