Finn Again (The Finn Factor Book 5)
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Authors: R.G. Alexander
Finn Again
A Curious Wedding
Plus
A Finn Family Christmas
The Finn Factor
, Book 5
R.G. Alexander
Finn Again
Copyright 2016 R.G. Alexander
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Dedication
I will never be able to thank the Finn Factor fans and Finn Club readers enough for their patience, support and love for these characters. In my mind, you embody all the best qualities of our favorite family and I’m so glad to have you on this journey with me.
This little Christmas story is all for you.
And to Cookie—Love is the reason. Now more than ever.
Table of Contents
2 days to Christmas Eve…
Owen Finn was having one hell of a good dream. Or—he smiled inwardly when the sound of his own moans made his heavy eyelids lift—his favorite kind of wake up call.
“Mmm. Morning.” He watched Jeremy through his lashes and tangled his fingers in mussed dark hair, each tug of his lover’s mouth setting small fireworks off through his body. “Is it Christmas?”
Jeremy’s mouth was too occupied to answer.
Owen’s teeth scraped across his lower lip and he rocked his hips as his cock disappeared down the talented throat of his fiancé. “Fuck, never mind. Will you still do this after the wedding, or do I need to add it to the vows? Do you, Jeremy Porter, promise to love, honor, obey me anytime I ask you to suck my dick?”
Jeremy let Owen’s cock slide out from between his lips to fall heavy and hard on his belly. He climbed up the bed and kissed Owen’s chin. “You can
not
add that.”
“That sounds like a dare.” His low laugh morphed into a surprised groan as cold lube slipped between the cheeks of his ass, swiftly followed by Jeremy’s talented fingers. “Wait. I want that mouth back on my—Oh Jesus, that’s good.” He bent his knees and spread his legs wide, gasping raggedly when two large fingers pushed inside. “God, it must be Christmas. I don’t know what I did but it looks like I’ve been a damn good boy.”
Jeremy skimmed Owen’s lips with his own as he thrust deep, hitting his prostate with every stroke. God he had talented hands. Artist’s hands. “Good isn’t the word I’d use,” he whispered hotly. “In fact, I see a lump of coal in your future, because you’ve been a giant pain in my ass.”
Owen bit down on Jeremy’s lower lip. “As often as possible,” he agreed, breathless. “And you love it.”
Desperate sounds escaped his throat as Jeremy looked into his eyes without a word while he stretched his ass. It was intimate and powerful, and it took all of Owen’s willpower not to beg.
He was slowly coming to terms with how little control he had with Jeremy. The need was too consuming and it never faded. Never eased. Owen reached down to grasp the big, brutally large cock he loved and gripped as much of it as he could. “You planning on returning the favor this morning, big guy? I could take that kind of pain in my ass all day.”
Jeremy grit his teeth and his fingers plunged deeper, making Owen gasp. “Oh I will, Owen. But you know that’s not what I mean.”
“I know you want me. You always want me.”
“I do.”
“Get used to saying that.” Owen’s hips were restless, practically lifting his body off the bed when Jeremy started to pump faster, harder. A thumb grazed his tight balls and he shuddered. “I swear as soon as the wedding is over I’m going to take you back to our cabin and consummate the hell out of your ass if you don’t fuck me right now.”
“That’s not exactly a threat.” Jeremy’s breath panted against his lips, close enough for a kiss. “After all you’ve put me through the last few months, I should make you wait. Torture you the way you love to torture me.”
“You know what happens once it’s my turn.”
I’ll tie you up and paddle your ass until you’re shouting for release. I’ll make you do the begging. And then I’ll bury myself inside you until we both get what we want. Until neither one of us can walk.
The visual only made him hotter. “Fuck me.”
“Say please.”
“
Please, damn it
.”
Jeremy moved in between his thighs like a warrior claiming his spoils. He was fucking glorious. He’d grown his beard back for the wedding at Owen’s request, and between that, all his muscles and the stunning Maori tattoos on his ass and thighs, Jeremy looked fierce. A predator. In this moment he wasn’t the buddy who’d let him cheat off his papers in high school, or got drunk with him when he snuck bottles out of his father’s pub and lounged around playing videogames instead of meeting his deadline, just because Owen was bored.
An angel in the streets, a wild man in the sheets, and mine every day
, Owen thought proudly, knowing it was true. Jeremy Porter—soon to be Porter-Finn—was his best friend, his heart and, whenever the mood struck them, a willing submissive that could take whatever Owen dished out. But he wasn’t submitting now. At the moment he was coating his monster erection with lube, his hard gaze daring Owen to stop him.
He never would. It didn’t matter what he’d thought he wanted before. What kink he’d called his own or what his sexuality used to be. His orientation was Jeremy. All he wanted was Jeremy. Anything and everything they did together felt right.
Right and too damn slow. “Stop showing off,” he demanded, shamelessly gripping his thighs and lifting them so his ass was spread and on display. “I need that big fucking cock inside me.”
“You are a cocky, shameless bastard.” Jeremy groaned and guided himself inside. Owen’s body shook with that first, forceful thrust. The stretch was so good. He was so full he saw stars.
“Yes. That’s it. God, that’s what I want. All of it. Don’t you fucking stop. Give the bastard what he deserves.”
His knees pressed against his chest as Jeremy kept sinking deeper, stretching him almost to the point of pain and giving him exactly what he asked for. Every thick, delicious inch. Owen blew out a rough breath and took more, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head from the raw pleasure.
All of it. All of you, Jeremy. All mine.
Jeremy’s expression was tight, his cheeks ruddy when their bodies finally pressed flush against each other. “Owen.” That one word was so full of lust and love and need that he couldn’t resist lifting up, cupping the back of Jeremy’s head and pulling him down for a deep, carnal kiss.
Love you so much.
“I want this to last,” Jeremy grunted as he started to roll his hips, his cock so deep that Owen could hardly breathe. “I want to
make
this last.”
“Later,” he promised, biting Jeremy’s neck in a way that made the bigger man shiver. “Much later. For our thirtieth anniversary we can go slow. Maybe by then you’ll be able to resist my sexy ass.”
Not if I have anything to say about it
. “I don’t want slow and easy now. I want to ache every time I sit down tomorrow, and I want to finish inside
your
ass.”
Jeremy made a ragged sound Owen took as agreement, pulling back and starting a hard rhythm that had them both shouting in ecstasy.
Yes. Fucking me so hard. Love you.
Owen’s erection was dripping and painfully hard but he bit his lip until he tasted blood and held back. Jeremy claimed him again and again, his muscular body straining over him.
Not yet
. “Come, Jeremy. Give it to me.”
He let go of the flexing body above him, his body on fire and his lungs struggling for every breath as he searched the bed for the bottle of lube. When he found it he opened it and poured a liberal amount on his dick, watching Jeremy’s eyes darken.
Owen stroked himself, coating his heated flesh and hissing as the sensation nearly made his cock explode. “This is for you,” he growled. “As soon as you let go I’m going to get you on your knees and fuck you into this mattress.”
He didn’t want him to stop, but the way Jeremy reacted to his promise was too satisfying. His hips jerked and his rhythm sped up, the sound of their skin slapping against each other filling their bedroom. “Fuck,” Owen gasped, gripping the base of his shaft. “That’s so good. Keep doing that and I’ll lose it. I’ll have to fuck you with your second favorite toy until I’m ready for round two. I know you love it but it won’t be as goo—”
“
Christ
.”
Jeremy came with a shout. Warmth filled Owen’s ass and dripped down his ass cheeks, and he shivered when the still-hard shaft slid out of him.
“My turn.” Owen didn’t hesitate, flipping the trembling Jeremy onto his stomach and gripping his hips. “On your knees,” he ordered roughly. “I can’t wait.”
“Owen,” Jeremy moaned, obeying him instantly. “Please.”
“You don’t have to beg. I know what you need.” Owen slid one hand up Jeremy’s back until he was cupping his head, pressing it into the mattress. “Keep your hands on the bed or I’ll stop and get the handcuffs. And I don’t want to stop. Do you understand?”