Breathless Read online R.G. Alexander (Finn Factor #11)

Categories Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Finn Factor Series by R.G. Alexander
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
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He remembered that? “I know! That’s why I thought it was a stupid question.”

Wyatt closed his eyes and rubbed his temple. This was giving him a headache. “If ordering dinner is this complicated…”

“It’ll be fine, Wyatt.” Thoreau’s warm hand landed on the back of his neck and squeezed. It was comforting. “Tapas is really just a trendy word for fancy-looking appetizers at this restaurant. But I know that’s not what has you rattled, is it?”

“Probably not,” Wyatt admitted. “Sorry.”

“I was going to wait, but I think it might be time to break this out early.” Thoreau opened the refrigerator and handed him one of his special beer bottles.

“Another taste test? Now we’re talking,” Wyatt said as he popped it open and took a healthy swig. Any other beer, he’d be chugging, but this was too delicious for that—he savored the mouthful, letting the flavor infuse every taste bud before it slid down his throat like liquid velvet. “Is this the same one you brought to the hospital?”

“The cream ale, yes. I thought we’d start out with what I know you like. I’ll get your input on the other one later.” Thoreau leaned back against the counter. “Don’t stress about tonight. We’ll go slow. Take things one step at a time until we see what you’re comfortable with. You set the pace, and I’ll have your back, as long as we remember this isn’t about our personal hang ups. This is about working together to give Fiona what she wants.”

Thoreau was the man with the plan. He also seemed to be the one without any discernible sexual hang-ups. No doubt due to all his “experimenting in college.”

If he weren’t so on edge, he’d be tempted to ask for details.

Wyatt was still working through his issues about going through with the threesome plan, but he wasn’t freaking out as much as he would have been a few months ago. His reaction to watching Thoreau and Fiona the other night might have something to do with it. He wouldn’t mind seeing that again. Letting her know he was watching. Making sure Thoreau was giving her what she needed.

His cock got a little harder and he took another swig of his beer. Not yet.

The reason he was tense had nothing to do with living out his own porn and everything to do with the man beside him. He’d seen Thoreau’s junk now, but would he be okay watching him use it on Fiona? Would he be able to handle it if swords accidentally crossed in the heat of the moment?

Okay, so maybe he wasn’t as fucking evolved as the rest of his family. Every man who wasn’t named Finn wondered about shit like that. The basic mechanics of it all. He couldn’t stop thinking about the possibilities and how he might react.

If sexual contact with another man crossed his mind more than the average guy, his family was to blame. At this moment in time, somewhere in this city, two of his cousins and three of his brothers were gay. So far. You didn’t have to be into statistics to get your mind blown by those odds.

“No man is one hundred percent straight. That’s a fact.”

Rory used to say that all the time, and Wyatt had joked that it was wishful thinking, but his brother’s facts were getting harder to ignore. He and Noah had even discussed it once or twice, wondering why whatever was going on with the rest of the family had skipped the both of them entirely.

Now he was starting to wonder if it really had.

“So how is the omelet-that’s-not-an-omelet supposed to help again?”

Thoreau’s smile bordered on smug. “First of all, she loves it. Not as much as the other three I circled, but I think you’ll like it too. We had it all the time when she was helping me study for finals. Secondly, it’s the kind of food that invites conversation. No one wants to hear you talk about your feelings with a mouth full of greasy cheeseburger. And you know her, she will want you to talk about your feelings.”

“Oh, joy.” But he knew Thoreau was right. Fiona loved to talk about shit like that.

“And finally…” Thoreau rubbed his hands together with an evil grin, “it’s light enough that it won’t slow anyone down for what comes after.”

Wyatt smiled at his antics. “You’ve got that mad scientist thing down,” he told him approvingly. “You’ve really thought this out, haven’t you?”

“This is all about chemistry, Finn.” Thoreau buffed his nails on his shirt. “And chemistry is my marmalade.”

“Your what?”

“Everybody says jam. I was being original.”

Wyatt couldn’t let that level of lame go unchallenged. “You’re being sphincter. You thought I was going to say weird, right?”

Thoreau gave him a look. “I see your point.”

“Everybody says weird,” Wyatt continued innocently. “I was being original. Like you.”



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