Finn Again (The Finn Factor Book 5) (6 page)

1 day to Christmas Eve…

“I can’t believe you ate Jeremy’s penis cake.”

Ken smiled, his long black hair spilling across the pillow as he looked up at Brady with hungry eyes. “Good morning. I was wondering when you’d find your way home.”

Brady just stared until he laughed. “What? I was only trying to get in the familial spirit of things. Tasha was so pleased with herself for making Jeremy uncomfortable I couldn’t resist. It even had filling. How’s the groom holding up?”

Brady grimaced, pulling his t-shirt over his head. “As well as can be expected considering. Still spoiled. I swear he’d be fine if no one told him he
wasn’t allowed
to see Jeremy until the wedding. It took a lot of distraction and liquor to knock him out after the goodnight call to his fiancé. I left the boys to deal with his hangover, so we won’t have to go back until tonight.”

“We?”

Ken opened his arms as Brady crawled in naked beside him. He inhaled deeply and felt himself truly relax for the first time in hours. “God, you smell good. I missed you.”

“I like hearing that.” Hands caressed and massaged his back, soothing and arousing at the same time. “You said we,” Ken reminded him softly.

“I have best man duties. We have to be there to make sure Owen gets to the wedding in one piece. I don’t trust the boys alone. Not for something this important.”

Noah, Wyatt and Rory were the perfect choices to distract Owen. It was the main reason Brady had enlisted them. They’d drive him so crazy he wouldn’t be thinking about the big day until he was standing next to Jeremy saying his vows.

He’d had no idea James would help him with his plan, however unintentionally. Owen spent hours last night—not enjoying the strippers Tasha had hired for him—but wondering what was wrong with Brady’s brother. Had he been made by the mob? Was he sick and not telling anyone? Pregnant with an alien love child? What? Brady didn’t have any answers, other than the obvious. Hell, he didn’t even know there’d been a question.

“I’m a bad brother,” he mumbled into Ken’s neck, kissing him as his hand started to wander.

“Boy Scout, you couldn’t be a bad anything,” Ken assured him. Brady could feel his heartbeat race against his lips. “What happened? In between the beer and firemen I mean.”

“Something’s wrong with James.”

“Any specifics?”

“I have no idea, but it doesn’t sound good. And if Owen’s drunken ramblings when I put him to bed have any merit, he’s not the only one. Rory’s unhappy too.”

“That’s harder to believe. Someone sent over a picture of Rory last night and he looked like he was having his usual amount of fun. And by that I mean too much with two men.”

“I’m serious.”

Ken wrapped one strong, slender leg over Brady’s hip, squeezing seductively. “And you should have already known your brothers were having problems, because your Finn blood is magically delicious and links you psychically?”

“I should have known because we’re brothers.” He shivered at the way Ken was scraping his short nails along his skin. He was practically purring he loved it so much. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Ken slid one hand between them in answer and did something that made Brady’s breath catch in his throat. “I know you have a big…hero complex, but you can’t solve all their problems right now. We have the wedding and Christmas to think about first. But we helped one Finn catch his bride. We could do it again if we put our heads together.”

Brady couldn’t help but smile. Ken always took the credit for that. They’d removed the last obstacles sure, but those two were like magnets. Eventually Stephen and Tasha would have come back together with or without Tanaka’s hacking skills. Brady’s fingers circled Ken’s growing erection and tightened on hot, hard flesh. “Our heads? Is that what you’re trying to put together?”

“Among other things.”

Brady stroked him once. Teasing. “So you want to make Sol’s single boys our next project? What if their problems have nothing to do with being single?”

Ken thrust himself impatiently into Brady’s tight fist. Someone missed him. “Ken?”

“Yes,” Ken gasped. “You know I love our projects. And we can solve any problems they have…but we can’t leave Seamus out. He’s the only single cousin you have left and he definitely needs help in the romance department. Oh God, do that again.”

“You’re impatient this morning,” Brady growled, lowering his head to bite Ken’s hard stomach teasingly before flipping him over on the bed and dragging him up to his knees. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“There’s my beast.” Unmistakable satisfaction clung to Ken as he looked over his shoulder at Brady. “I was worried you might be too tired out after that all night stripper party to give me what I wanted.”

Brady’s smile was wicked. “Were there strippers? I didn’t notice. And I could be comatose and it wouldn’t matter if you were around.” Brady lowered his body over Ken’s for a kiss filled with biting lips and tangling tongues. His body reacted the way it always did to this man. Only this man.

He could hardly remember what his life was like before Kenneth Tanaka. Hardly believed he’d ever tried to resist him. His heart started beating the day he’d woken up in Ken’s bed with a hangover from hell and no memory of the night before. He’d teased Owen for his codependence on Jeremy, but if someone told him he couldn’t be with Ken? If someone tried to keep him away, even if
Ken
was that someone? Well, he already knew from experience he wouldn’t be worth a damn without him.

Ken was groaning into his mouth, arching his hips in a not-so-subtle plea. Brady reached for the lube by the bedside and coated his erection, rubbing the excess between the cheeks of Ken’s tight, tawny ass and slipping two fingers inside.

“What is it you want?” He wrapped long thick hair around his fist, tugging. “This?” The head of his cock pushed inside those tight clenching muscles and he made a raw sound of need. “What about this?”

Ken moaned. “
Yes
. All of it.”

That primal feeling that overtook him every time they were together was back, filling Brady with the need to possess. “All of it,” he snarled as he felt his lover’s muscles tighten around his shaft when he was all the way in. “This is what I spent the night imagining. Waiting to come home to.”

Ken’s laugh was ragged and broken. “Did the firemen get you hot, baby?”

“You get me hot and you know it,” Brady muttered, his jaw pulsing with restraint, his body focused on drawing this out. “Your mouth full of cock cake drove me insane. It reminded me of the last wedding we went to. Remember? You were on your knees, taking every inch of me down your throat.”

“Oh God,” Ken moaned when Brady’s hands tightened in his hair. “It was just cake. I’d rather have you. Harder, Brady.
Please
.”

Yes.

Brady heard the guttural sounds escaping his throat as he gave Ken exactly what he asked for. What they both needed every time they came together.
More.
They were perfectly matched in this, the way they were in everything. Better together. Stronger together.

More together.

He lost track of time, of everything but this—watching his cock disappear inside Ken’s tight ass and feeling that bruising grip around his shaft. Listening to Ken’s needy cries, the sensual sounds he never held back. They got Brady hot enough to combust. His skin was slick with sweat and his muscles ached with the effort to stay in control. He didn’t want it to end. Not yet.

Ken took one hand off the bed and reached for his erection, but Brady was ready for that, forcing it back to the bed. “We both know you don’t need help,” he murmured hotly in Ken’s ear. “Not when I’m fucking you.”

“You’re not fucking me. You’re teasing me and I need to come, damn it.” The plaintive admission tore at his control. Decimated it completely.

Jesus.
Brady let go and the bed groaned with the force and speed of his next thrusts. Ken arched his back and let out a choked, “
Yes
” before pressing his head down onto the mattress and clawing at the sheets beneath him.

“Is this what you wanted?” His voice was thick with lust, all thoughts of control long gone. “Were you thinking about this when you knew I was in a room full of naked men without you?”

“Yes.” Ken’s throat was raw. “God yes.”

“Did you imagine me bending you over a table and showing them how it’s done? How much you can take? I know what an exhibitionist you are.”

“
Yes
.”

Brady reveled in the feel of their bodies coming together, hard and fast, but he wanted more. He pulled out, making them both groan out loud, then turned Ken onto his back and lifted his legs until his knees were pressed into his shoulders. One forceful thrust had him deep inside again and he stayed like that for a few gasping moments, trying to see Ken through the haze of need blinding him.

“Rope Master Tanaka thinks a few college boys who pump iron on the weekends can hold a candle to him? I don’t believe it.” He pulled back and thrust deep again, making them both shudder. “That’s not my super hacker.”
Thrust.
“That’s not my—
Fuck
.”

Ken squeezed his internal muscles and lifted his hips for the next thrust, making the fit so tight and deep there were dark spots behind Brady’s eyes. “Stop talking, Brady.”

“Yes, Master.” Brady saw Ken’s blown out pupils and knew he was close. He picked up the rhythm that would push them both over, holding him down with the weight of his big body so he couldn’t do anything but take it.

“Brady…God, baby.
Yes
!” Ken’s orgasm hit them like a wave breaking hard on the rocks. He was shaking, his come pumping out onto his smooth chest.

“
Ken
.” Brady jerked and shivered hard as his orgasm seized him and wouldn’t let go.
Love you
, he thought, filling Ken with his release.
Love you…

***

It was late afternoon when Brady padded out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, searching for Ken and—when his stomach grumbled loudly—something to eat. They’d spent most of the morning wearing each other out, Ken more insatiable than usual. Brady passed out around noon and when he opened his eyes again, he knew he was alone in the bed.

He poured a cup of eggnog and grabbed a handful of mixed nuts from the bowl on the counter, looking around the living room. They’d decorated a few weeks ago, after Brady told Ken about holidays with Sol. Elder wasn’t that big on…well anything really, but he seemed to have an extra dose of hate for this holiday season. Brady used to think it was because he’d been a cop for so many years. Christmas wasn’t all carols and tidings of joy. There was generally an uptick in crime as well. Whatever the case he and his brothers rarely had a reason to look forward to December.

Ken hadn’t celebrated the holidays since he’d lived with Patricia and her sons, so they decided to go all out. Now the classy loft looked like the damn North Pole and smelled like a pine tree…and Brady loved it. He also loved that Ken had done this for him. The memory of them standing naked in the living room stringing lights and trying to come up with new lyrics to their favorite childhood carols would stay with him forever.

Ken’s phone and keys were on the coffee table and his shoes were by the door, which meant he was still in the building, just not the loft. What was he up to?

Not bothering to dress, Brady opened the front door and stepped across the hall to the newly renovated office. A few months ago Ken had trashed the large room filled with computers and hardware he’d used to create and improve anti-hacking software for the government. As a freelancer, of course. Ken liked being his own boss. And he wasn’t a stickler for rules or
Keep Out
signs.

Clad in a pair of boxer briefs, Ken was typing furiously on his keyboard, his hair tied back in a sloppy bun and his focus absolute. Or so Brady thought. “You’re finally awake. I thought I broke you.”

He walked in and grabbed a chair, setting it beside Ken’s. “I’m a fast healer. What’s up? Already starting the Finn Project?”

Ken’s lips twitched. “That’s happening in another window and already looks promising. I’m multi-tasking. This,” He nodded at the screen as a numeric message popped up. “This is your Christmas present. One of them.”

Now he was intrigued. “Feel like giving it to me early?”

“Hang on. I just have to… There.” He spun his chair toward Brady and took the cup, setting it on the desk beside his monitor and holding on to both his hands. “I think we did it. With a little help from Trick.”

Brady tensed, completely alert now. He knew what Ken was talking about. “Which one?”

“Your favorite. He’s alive, in custody and singing like a bird as we speak. They aren’t taking any chances this time. He says he can connect the others to everything. Terry’s disappearance. Cal’s death. Vargas. I’m verifying some of his information for the authorities now. Including an offshore account used specifically for their more nefarious purchases.”

They had Pony Boy. That was the name Brady had given to the youngest member of the Slaver’s Club—a group of mega-rich untouchables that Brady and Ken had been chasing for months now. Ever since they’d teamed up to find Terry Wahl.

“I can’t believe it.” Brady shook his head, his fingers tightening on Ken’s in reaction. “This is—”

“This is one hell of a domino, Brady.” Ken’s eyes were molten. “If he falls…”

“He will. I know he will. And by this time next year it’ll be over. It was about time for the good guys to take home a win.” Brady frowned. “He’s already in custody? When did you find out this was going down?”

“A few days ago.”

“And you didn’t tell me because…?”

Ken tugged his hands away. “It was a Christmas present. I wanted to wait, to be sure, so I could tell you it was almost over and we could move on without this obsession between us.”

Brady’s eyes narrowed. His lover had pushed him away before when it looked like there was no winning this fight. Was he worried about the backlash that might come if they didn’t do everything right? Worried about Brady’s safety again? “This is a good thing, Ken. This is
fucking-a
-fantastic. It means Patricia and Terry won’t have to be in hiding forever. It means we don’t have to be on high alert and hire people to watch our family day and night. We can relax and focus on better days.”