Page 49 of Spark
To my relief, they both nod.
Finlay comes in, holding one large grocery bag and a tray containing four coffees and one pink drink nestled in the center. "Hey, everyone."
The scent of coffee and what might be cinnamon rolls wafts toward me, and my stomach grumbles. "I thought you were just buying bagged coffee."
"I was, but then I thought you might like something special, so I stopped for these on my way back." He sets the bag and tray down, then gives the pink drink to Olive. "It’s strawberry milk."
"Yay! Thanks Uncle Fin." Holding the drink high like a trophy, Olive hugs him with her other arm.
Cam steals a coffee. "I ordered dinner. It should be here in forty minutes."
Finlay crosses to the table and sets a coffee in front of me. His arms slide around me from behind, followed by the soft press of his lips into my hair. Barely concealing my sigh, I lay my hand over his and lightly squeeze. "Thank you."
"Anytime." He grabs one of the chairs, spins it so the back rests against the back of my chair, and straddles it. Resting his chin on my shoulder, he keeps one arm around my torso, and the casual closeness he’s exhibiting in front of Cam, Hercules, and Olive warms my heart. I lean my head against his and soak up the comfort and happiness of his presence.
Dinner is a boisterous affair with Cam, Finlay, Hercules, and Olive all talking over each other. It’s the most fun I’ve had in weeks. I really miss seeing my rugby buddies. Hopefully, I’ll be back on the field with them before too long.
After everyone goes home, the house seems quieter than usual. I’m not taking the pain meds anymore, so Finlay and I enjoy a glass of wine together in the living room.
A superhero movie is playing on the TV, but I haven’t seen the previous movies in the universe, and am lost within the first twenty minutes. Being alone in the dark with Finlay, stretched out together on the couch, is far more interesting to me than anything happening on the screen.
The feel of his torso and thigh against mine, his scent, his sexy laugh, swell need and desire to overwhelming. I set my glass aside and, leaning into Finlay, kiss his neck. As I trail my lips across his warm skin, he arches to give me better access.
Yes.
I take that as a green light to continue. Sweeping my hand up and down his denim-clad thigh, I suck at a sensitive spot on his upper neck.
He groans and captures my wandering hand, holding it at mid-thigh. "Mateo."
"Yes, Finlay?" The swipe of my tongue along the path of my kisses makes him shiver.
"We should stop." But his words lack determination.
"Why?"
"You’re still recovering."
The pulsing desperation for more contact drives my argument. "We haven’t had sex in two weeks."
He moans again, but it sounds mostly of frustration. "Iknow. Because you’re recovering."
"I’m not in pain anymore."In my head and neck, I silently amend. With my foot propped on the coffee table, the immobilizer is in full view, but I’m hoping he’s too distracted to focus too much on that.
"I don’t want to do anything that might set something off. Head, neck, or knee."
Damn it.There’s no getting anything past him. But I’m aching to have him touch me and for me to touch him. I bring his hand to my cock. "Feel me. Don’t you want this?"
Finlay’s fingers flexing over my erection fills me with heat. It’s been too long, I could come from this touch alone. "I do. You know I do. But you had whiplash and a concussion."
Since he’s groping me, I return my hand to his thigh, and then up to cup the sizable bulge in his jeans. "And I don’t have any pain or symptoms there. How about I promise that I won’t toss my head around or make sudden movements?"
He bites his lip as I pop open the button at the top of his fly. "You can’t guarantee that."
"I’ll lay down, my head supported by a pillow, and you can ride me. That way, there’s no pressure on my knee and I’m keeping my head and neck safe too. See? We can be smart about this."
"I don’t know, Teo." But his heavy-lidded gaze and tiny thrusts of his hips are sayingyes.
"I need you, Finlay. Please?" I drag down his zipper, then skim a single fingertip over the head of his cock.
