Page 76 of Outside the Veil
“Perhaps a bit of both,” Finn whispered, and nipped his shoulder. “Would you mind if I took a nibble or two?”
“Dios… Do whatever you want with me.” Diego gasped at the invasion of a third finger, all three stroking deep inside him to caress his gland. Finn often took the initiative, but there was something demanding about his current need, his sudden dominance new and exciting.
“I’m fairly certain you know what I want,” Finn murmured against his neck as he withdrew his fingers.
A moment later, Diego felt the nudge of Finn’s slick head against his entrance. He lifted his hips in invitation, expecting the usual slow, careful approach. He cried out when he was impaled in one hard thrust instead. He clawed at the table, the pain only driving his desire higher. Finn slowed, covering him, kissing his shoulder while he adjusted.
“Cariño… I’m so close already. Take me, please. Don’t wait for me.”
Finn’s growl vibrated against his back and sharp teeth fastened on his shoulder as Finn began to thrust in short, forceful strokes. Each downstroke hit unerringly on that sweet spot deep inside, and Diego squirmed with need, rubbing his cock against the oak supporting him.
“Oh, yes,” he gasped out as his balls drew up in a sudden rush. “Oh, God, yes. Just like— Finn!” He lost the power of speech as his orgasm slammed up from his core, his cries echoing off the kitchen walls. Finn’s joined his only a moment later, his thrusts frenzied, his sharp nails digging into Diego’s hips.
For a moment, Finn lay panting against his back. “How long before Miriam arrives?” he asked as he pulled out with greater care than he had entered.
“An hour, maybe,” Diego murmured, dazed and sated, the sticky remains of his pleasure threatening to glue him to the tabletop. “And since it’s that time of year, she may even bring presents.”
“Time of year?”
“Christmas. Yule. Solstice. Whichever you prefer for the season.”
Finn heaved himself up, and a visible shudder ran through him. “I should have a shower then, I suppose, even if it’s not as if she has never seen me just after waking, though you will most likely tell me this is not the same thing, so an hour should provide enough time, one would think—”
Diego stared after him as Finn wandered out of the kitchen, still chattering on in rapid-fire phrases. He shook his head. “I hope that wears off before she gets here.”
Unfortunately, by the time Miriam pulled up the long drive, it had only gotten worse. Finn still rambled on and on, apparently without stopping for breath, while he paced in agitated circles.
With a palm to his chest, Diego halted him. “Christ. Your heart’s going like a jackhammer.”
“It is rather rapid, I’ll grant, I can feel it throbbing in my fingertips, does this often happen? With the coffee, that is? Or is it simply a matter of—”
“Shh. Hush.” Diego gave him a soft kiss to stop the ceaseless flow of words. “No more coffee for you,querido. I liked the aphrodisiac part, but now you’re scaring me.”
They watched through the floor-to-ceiling front windows, Finn trembling in Diego’s arms, as Miriam levered her bulk out of her SUV. Body-type labels such as ‘plus-sized’ were completely inadequate for her presence. He often thought of her as a human tank—the original unstoppable force—and thanked the twists of fate that she had agreed, years ago, to be his agent. More than his agent, she was his friend and his eternal champion, lending him her New Brunswick house when the city made Finn ill, and badgering him to believe in his writing when even he had given up.
“Try to calm down.” He gave Finn one last hard hug before he answered the door.
Finn sucked in deep breaths, arms wrapped around his chest, his eyes huge as saucers. “Trying, trying, trying, my hero. With all I have.”
“Anybody home?” Miriam called as she stomped up onto the porch.
Diego flung open the door with a bright smile. “Hey! Hope the drive up wasn’t too bad. Come in, please.” He laughed at himself. “Not like I should be inviting you into your own house.”
Miriam let out a little snort. “Don’t use it much except in the summer, anyway, kiddo.” She put her bags down and caught him in a bone-crunching bear hug. “Damn, it’s good to see you. And you, too, gorgeous.” She turned to Finn, arms held wide. He came to embrace her, his nervous energy turning the gesture into a little impromptu waltz around the foyer before he let her go.
She laughed. “Well, that’s not a hello I get a lot of.” Hands on his arms, she held him back to look him up and down. “Little on the skinny side. Isn’t Diego feeding you? What’s the matter, pretty boy? Silver tongue not working?”
A strangled sound caught in Finn’s throat, panic in his eyes. The flood of words exploded as if they had been held underpressure. “Hello, Miriam, it’s so good to see you, we haven’t had a visit from you since before the leaves turned and Diego said you might stay for a day or two and he said there might be presents and I’ve so wanted to show you some of the new paintings I’ve done since then, since you were here last, that is, I think I shall, what a perfectly splendid idea—”
He broke off and dashed down the hall to the back of the house, presumably to the study that he used as his artist’s studio in bad weather.
Miriam blinked twice before she cleared her throat. “Hon, you know I love your gorgeous hunk of man, but what the hell’s wrong with him?”
Diego ran a hand back through his hair, certain that gray ones would join the black before the end of the day. “Bad coffee reaction.”
“How much did you give him? A tanker truck?”
“Closer to a cup and a half.”
