Seamus obviously thought so.
“Seriously, someone tell Wyatt,” Rory demanded with a grin. “He hates always being the last to know. I would, but I’m too sadistic.”
Jen, who’d been so quiet Brady almost forgot she was there, was the one who volunteered. “Ken and Brady are having sex, Wyatt. With each other. Do I have to explain what goes where, or do they cover that in the firefighter’s manual?”
“You are such a brat,” Wyatt praised, smiling.
She stuck her tongue out at him. “Thank you. It’s a defense mechanism to deal with being the only female Finn who isn’t five years old and didn’t marry into the family. The only one who’s usually on the receiving end of all that overprotective, nosy…love.”
“That’s my Little Finn. You tell him,” Tasha laughed.
With that, everyone started talking at once, except for Ken. He was looking at Brady. “My turn to ask. Sorry we came?”
Brady hesitated. Was he? He was embarrassed, sure, and still pissed at Solomon. But he wasn’t sorry. He was the opposite of sorry. He wanted his family to know that Ken was his. Wanted everyone to know that Tanaka was claimed.
Adrenaline made his hand tremble as he moved it to Ken’s thigh and dug his fingers into the lean muscle.
“Not sorry,” he managed. “But we can’t stay.”
Ken’s gaze heated as he recognized Brady’s expression. “I’m not hungry anyway.”
“I am.”
Chapter Seven
“Slow down, Brady.” Ken’s voice had that edge he loved. Need and excitement. Desire. “You don’t want to get us pulled over.”
Brady smiled and glanced at Ken’s pants. He’d worn khaki for dinner and it did nothing to hide the damp spot from his arousal. His body was so fucking responsive. So ready to come.
Some day when he had more control, he’d see if he could make it happen twice in one go.
“I used to pull people over around here during my short career as an officer of the law,” he confessed. “It didn’t make me a lot of friends, but I know where the speed traps are.”
Ken laughed breathlessly his hands gripping either side of his seat. “I bet you scared the hell out of everyone. A giant unfolding out of his cop car. Sunglasses shielding your eyes. Looking so stern and badass.”
“You wouldn’t have been scared.” Ken wasn’t afraid of much.
“You’re right. I would have tried to flirt my way into another ticket so I could spend more time imagining you, me and handcuffs. I would have done something to make you frisk me.”
The idea didn’t make Brady cringe at all. It made him hard. Painfully hard. He glanced up at the freeway exit and hit his blinker, crossing two lanes to get onto the feeder.
“Brady, that’s not our exit.”
“I know.”
There was a place nearby. It must still be there.
Driving with one hand, Brady reached across Ken’s body with the other to open the glove compartment. He moved some papers out of the way and hit the jackpot—a flashlight. That would do.
“What’s going on? Is something wrong with the car?”
Brady turned onto the dark, vacant cul-de-sac and sighed in relief. Still here. He used to come here for lunch and to do paperwork. It had always been his place. He’d never told his brothers about it. The last thing he’d wanted was Solomon or James showing up in another squad car to chat. After so many years he couldn’t believe that nothing had changed. But he was damn glad it hadn’t at the moment.
He put the car in park, letting the engine idle. “Stay there, Tanaka. Don’t move.”
He got out and wished a little absently for a sedan as he walked around the car’s small hood. It didn’t matter. It would still work and he would still get what he wanted. What he had to have.
He turned on the flashlight and used it to tap on the window. “Excuse me, sir.”
Ken frowned and rolled down the window. “I didn’t hear a pop. Do we have a flat tire?”
Brady skimmed the light over his face, watching his pupils contract in reaction. Damn, the man had beautiful eyes. “I need you to step out of your vehicle, sir.”
Ken’s expression changed from concern to surprised pleasure the moment he realized Brady was playing a part. “Oh. Yes, Officer.”
The words got Brady hotter than he’d imagined. Harder. It made him wish he still had his uniform and everything that came with it. A few minutes ago all he’d wanted was to get inside Ken again. To race for the satisfaction he always found there. Now he wanted to draw it out. To please his lover. To give them both what they wanted.
Ken opened the door and climbed out, holding his arms out to his sides. “What seems to be the trouble?”
Brady pointed the flashlight in the direction he wanted Ken to go. “We’ll get to that in a minute. First I want you to face the car and put your hands on the hood. You look like the kind of guy that knows this drill, so don’t give me any lip. Just assume the position.”