“Ken…Ken, I’m close.”
Tanaka moaned again and sucked hard, and Brady started to shake. “Please. Please, baby. Deeper. Oh yeah, I’m so close…I can’t—Ah, yes. I love it. Love it so much. Love you so much. Fuck!”
Live wires and lightning and fucking rockets shooting into the sky. It was too much. Everything he was feeling, like he would shatter, like he had never been more whole…all of it happening at once and sending him hurtling into space.
His first thought, when he could form one, was that if this was what rope was like, he might definitely be kinky.
A few hours later, after a shower and dinner in bed, Brady rose up onto his elbow and looked down at Ken. “I was thinking…”
“Again?” Ken laughed, his body curled around Brady’s in a loose embrace.
“I was wondering if you’d given any more thought to letting me have that job.”
He didn’t say Do you love me? He didn’t want to push.
No, that was a lie. He didn’t want to push Ken away. It might take time for someone as independent as Tanaka to embrace the idea.
Ken lifted his hand and slid his fingers through Brady’s hair. “You want to know all my secrets, Finn?”
Brady tried to smile. “Just the one would do for now.”
“That night when I brought you home, the night you can’t remember? You were a perfect gentleman. You just talked. About your family, about not knowing where you fit anymore. You told me that you were waiting for the right thing. To do something that mattered. To have someone love you the way you were now.”
Brady felt his throat close. “I’m really glad I don’t drink anymore.”
Ken shook his head. “No, it was beautiful. Everything you said was beautiful. And I knew that night that I might be falling for you. I wanted you since I saw you standing in the doorway guarding Tasha, but in that moment I wondered what it would be like to be loved by someone like you.” He pulled Brady’s head down to kiss him passionately, making his cock stir and his mind go blank before easing him away again.
“I don’t have to wonder anymore. And neither do you. I love you and I need you. I belong to you. Whatever happens next, I want it to happen with you.”
Brady groaned as Ken pulled him down for another kiss. “Good answer.”
Chapter Eleven
Brady raised his voice so Seamus could hear him over the sounds of happy patrons and music. “Why are we having another Finn Again? And why is it in the bar?”
Seamus grinned proudly at the wall to wall crowd. “We’re celebrating.”
Ken joined them, his hand slipping instantly into Brady’s. Where it belonged.
Seamus smiled at them both, then puffed out his chest until Brady and Ken noticed his shirt.
“Are you kidding?” Brady laughed. “Did Owen make that on his vacation?”
Seamus was wearing a Finn Club t-shirt. And of course there was a shamrock on it. Because anything connected to Owen had to be shaped like a shamrock or taste like pizza. “Where is he and how did he convince you to wear that?”
“He’s on his way. But he didn’t need to convince me. I got one of these for everyone. Even Uncle Necky.” Seamus reached behind him and came back with two identical shirts, handing one to Ken before waving at someone else.
“Your family is crazy, Brady,” Ken said as they walked back to their small table in the corner.
Brady smiled. “I know. But I promise, you’ll learn to love it.”
Ken winked at him and took off his shirt, baring his tattooed back to the packed room. Brady heard a few catcalls from male and female strangers who happened to be looking his way before Ken slipped the ridiculous t-shirt over his head, pulled out his braid and posed for Brady. “How does it look?”
Brady was blushing. “Who’s the crazy one?”
“I am.” Ken smiled his siren smile and slipped his fingers into the belt loops of Brady’s jeans. “For you. Want to go check out the new restrooms?”
“Don’t tempt me like that. Every member of my family is in this bar.”
“Owen’s not here yet.”
And old Sol had told James he wasn’t coming. Brady was disappointed, but not surprised. He’d wanted to introduce Ken to his father, but he knew it would happen eventually. Ken wasn’t going anywhere. The rest of this Finn Club wouldn’t allow it.
“Most of my family,” he amended, looking around the room.
Ellen and Shawn both looked good after their recent health troubles. They were waltzing near the new stage where the band was playing. Stephen sat close to Seamus with Tasha cradled in his lap, caressing her rounded stomach as if he were holding the most valuable treasure in the world.
Rory was at the bar with an ER doctor who was separated from his wife, Wyatt and Noah were making Jen laugh…and Trick was leaning against the wall, not far enough away from her for Brady’s peace of mind.