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If he only realized just how close both she and my father were…“Yeah.”
He sipped his wine, and all I could do was stare as he swallowed and licked his lips and…oh, sweet potatoes, Easton Kooper was ticking all my boxes.
“It’s okay to tell me you don’t want to talk about it.”
The wine was delicious. I could taste the crisp fruits, and the breath of life nature sang into it, and while I never favored wine because it was always bland and there was never that buzz humans spoke of, this was different.
“There’s not much to say. My family has always been different than most, and we go our own way when we get older.”
“I get it. Both of my parents passed away before Tru or Milo were born, and Laura’s folks live on the other side of the country and since she died, they rarely come to visit.” He shrugged as if it didn’t bother him, but it was there in all the words he wasn’t saying.
“Families are hard.”
He snorted. “That’s an understatement.”
There was a crackle in the air as we sat in silence, sipping wine and unable to look away from each other. I was going to kiss Easton Kooper this night, and all hell was going to break loose.
“After Laura died, I never felt the urge to get together with anyone. Not even a one-night stand, certainly not to date anyone.”
I wasn’t going to interrupt and ask any of the questions buzzing through my brain; I needed to see where he was going with this.
“No one ever made me feel the need to even try connecting with them.”
I drank while he spoke, a flutter of excitement, nerves, and some fear very much present.
“And until recently I was only ever with women.” He placed his half-full glass of wine down, never once looking away from me.
“Are you saying you’re attracted to someone who isn’t a woman?”
He reached out, gently removed the glass from my hand, and put it next to his own on the table.
“I’m saying that I really like you, Finch, a lot. And for the first time since Laura died, I very much want to kiss another person.”
“That person is me?”
The side of his mouth tilted up. “Yes, Finch.”
“Well, Jimmy Crack Corn, I very much want to kiss you too, Easton.”
Like a magnet to metal, Easton and I connected. Lips, tongues, and…Oh, wow when did I straddle him?
I felt how much he was loving this and as he sucked my tongue, I grinded my cock against his, reveling in the vibration of his moan.
“Finch,” he whispered, his breath on my damp lips sending a shiver up my spine. He plunged back in, forcing me to swallow my need to shout his name.
His hands gripped my butt, pulling me even closer, and if we kept this up I was going to come in my pants…and I didn’t care. I didn’t want to move—at least not before I knew what it felt like to have Easton Kooper give me an orgasm.
He pushed up as I slammed down, both of us chasing our climaxes. His tongue tasted like wine and memories I’d never known I craved. My heart beat against my chest as if it wanted to be free to tell the world this man was everything.
“Shit.” Easton pushed away, and I latched on to his neck, licking and sucking until I came, his filthy moan telling me he’d reached his climax too.
We stayed like that for a minute, trying to calm ourselves.
“Jesus.” Easton released a sigh, but when I looked up at his beautiful face, he was grinning wide.
“That was amazing,” I said, and he grinned even wider and the second his gaze met mine, a rush of magic slammed into me, forcing me to leap off his lap and catch my breath.
“Finch?” He reached for me, but I stepped away.
