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“That makes perfect sense. Tell me everything.”

Thank God for reality. He needed a good dose of it right now.

***

Seamus swam in the full-size indoor pool until he’d gotten out most of his restless energy. He’d texted Bellamy, telling him he needed a few hours to think before they looked over the files on his family.

“So think,” he muttered to himself.

If he did that, he’d have to concede that he’d been acting like a chickenshit for the better part of a week. Using Gill, his own inexperience, and even his kids as an excuse not to face what was happening to him head on. Like the adult he’d assured his brother that he was.

He wanted Bellamy Demir.

Denying it was only making things worse, making everything feel dysfunctional and unhealthy. It wasn’t unhealthy to want sex. He hadn’t had it in six years, and the last time he’d lost his head the way he did every time Bellamy touched him?

Never.

After advising his family to make brave choices, and even giving his mother shit for denying her true feelings, what kind of hypocrite would he be to do the same?

Just sex. It didn’t have to be more than that. Hot, life-altering sex that would tide him over as long as it took to find someone he wanted who’d fit into his life with the kids.

Bellamy was the perfect choice. The only choice, because Seamus couldn’t find it in him to resist anymore. It felt inevitable. Necessary.

I knew from the second I saw you I wanted to fuck you.

“So did I.”

“Talking to yourself? I was looking for you.”

Seamus swallowed some water and sputtered as Bellamy entered the luxurious poolroom, pushing a large silver trolley weighed down with food. His nerves were doing belly flops in his stomach. “You found me.”

“It wasn’t hard.” Bellamy shrugged. “A little bird told me you come here every night.”

“I don’t have one of these at home so…” Seamus stopped talking to swallow when Bellamy opened his robe and let it fall to the floor. “I’m taking advantage while I have the chance.”

“Good philosophy.” Bellamy pulled a file out from underneath a bowl filled with chocolate-covered strawberries and waved it toward Seamus. “I have what you want.”

“You do?” Jesus, did his voice crack?

He set it down and watched Seamus tread water, completely comfortable with his own nudity. “I found Finns everywhere, but only a handful in Galway that are directly related to your father. Two young thugs, a wildcat and a senior citizen. Their contact information is in this file.”

Seamus kept his eyes on Bellamy’s, refusing to let his gaze wander lower. Not yet. “I never asked, how did you put that together so fast?” And why had he done it at all?

“I have people.” Bellamy started walking toward the pool. “I pay them an obscene amount of money and they give me whatever I ask for.”

Seamus wanted to say something clever. He wanted to walk out of the pool, grab Bellamy and take what he needed. He wanted…

He finally took a good look.

This wasn’t fair. It just fucking wasn’t. No one looked this good completely naked. There was always something. An inch you could pinch. An oddly shaped mole. Something.

Except on Bellamy. He was like a Spartan. Maybe he did that 300 workout because goddamn. Every ridge and curve of his body was perfect and lightly dusted with dark hair. His big, strong thighs framed an erection Seamus couldn’t stop staring at. Long and thick and flushed with arousal.

It was as perfect as the rest of him.

Dammit, his mouth was watering again. “Jesus, Bell, are you coming in here or not?”

“I’m planning on doing a lot more than that,” Bellamy said as he lowered himself into the pool. “The last few hours all I could think about was you jerking off in your car like a teenager with my cum still covering your chest.”

Seamus moaned and dunked his head into the water, desperate to cool himself off. When Bellamy reached him, Seamus didn’t resist the hands that slid his swim trunks down his thighs until he was just as naked. He had no desire to try.

“If you thought I could leave you alone after that, you’re delusional.” Bellamy paused. “Unless you aren’t ready to admit what you want.”

“This is crazy,” Seamus whispered harshly as Bellamy touched him and tugged him against his naked body.

“Let’s be crazy.”

“Yes. Oh God.” He shuddered. “I’ve never—I don’t know if I can—”

“You’re a natural. Trust me, you’ll figure it out,” Bellamy spoke against his throat, walking them toward the sloping wall of the shallows. Seamus felt his back scrape against it, and the rough treatment actually turned him on.

Bellamy guided him up until he was leaning on his elbows out of the water, then covered him with his body and took his mouth to mute the surprised cry that escaped him.


Tags: R.G. Alexander The Finn Factor Erotic