Calm down, you creep, he’s not checking out your friend. And even if he was, he’s not yours to be jealous of.
Jaime ran his fingers through his messy hair and motioned for Finn and Silas to follow him, and Finn reminded himself that he was here in a professional capacity, and absolutely should not lean forward to scent him better.
Sweet, like lemon bars. He still smells like warm bed sheets.
What would the bed sheets smell like after I woke him up with his cock in my mouth?
He was so, so fucked.
Finn took stock of the home. For security purposes, of course. An A-frame made up the main structure, with a two-story section built into the side that added a couple of additional rooms upstairs and a kitchen area downstairs. Floor to ceiling windows covered the A-frame section of the house, overlooking the backyard and encroaching wilderness.
They entered a living area off the foyer which connected to the kitchen, an archway dividing both rooms. He circled around the oversized, plush couch, noting the gas fireplace and large built-in bookshelves. Peering into the kitchen, there was a dining nook at the very back, framed by a large bay window, and french doors led outside toward an overgrown garden.
A small shed sat at the back of the lawn, and a green meadow separated the property from the rocky lake shore.
Circling back toward the living room, he noticed the smaller details of the home. Jaime clearly had an eye for making a space cozy and lived-in, with throws and pillows on the furniture and the shelves were full of books and trinkets. There were paintings of all different sizes; some hung alone and some clustered together in an unexpected but artistic way. Most were landscapes, but some were portraits of animals and people.
There were a few pictures of Jaime with another man, shorter than him, but with similar features. His brother, maybe?
Despite the layer of dust and the unruly landscaping outside, the house and property were gorgeous.
And so was the man living there.
Pictures really had not done him justice. Even as he nervously paced the room, fingers tangled in the hem of his shirt, he was graceful. Finn again thought that he could be some far-removed descendent of the fae. Jaime certainly looked the part, all lithe muscle and long legs that went up, up, up…
Finn had gathered the basics of him through their video chats; red hair, pale freckled skin, and green eyes. But standingbefore him, Jaime was truly stunning. His hair wasn’t just red, it was more like cinnamon with highlights that shone copper when he passed by the vaulted windows that flanked the living area. His eyes were a muted, mossy green, accentuated by the red flush of his cheeks. And his freckles were far more pronounced and numerous than Finn had seen before, all nutmeg and spice dusted along his cheekbones, down his neck and arms.
How far did they trail down his shoulders and torso?
The poor man is probably having one of the worst days of his life, and you’re wondering if he has freckles on his ass? Focus.
His wolf rumbled.
It is a fantastically perky ass.
He shook his head to clear it, and sat next to Silas on the giant couch. Which was a mistake, because their combined weight tipped them inward toward each other, sucking them so far back into the comfortable monstrosity that there would be no way to stand up.
At least not with their dignity intact.
Jaime sat across from them in an armchair, and the corner of his full mouth tipped up at the sight of the two giant men struggling to look professional while being swallowed by the furniture. So, maybe it wasn’t such a disaster.
Silas assessed Finn’s tongue-tied state and took the lead on the conversation. “Your brother asked us to do a full security analysis and technology setup of your home, which will be completed by Mr. Winters,” he gestured toward Finn.
“Finn. Please call me Finn.” He couldn’t stand the thought of Jaime calling himMr. Winters.
Silas gave him yet another sidelong glance. “Right, yes. And you can call me Silas.” He smiled at Jaime in that way that had twinks throwing themselves at him during their youth, and Finn barely suppressed the growl that rumbled up his throat.
Silas looked exasperated.
Jaime glanced between the two. “Nice to meet you, Silas and, uh, Finn. Please call me Jaime.”
There hadn’t been a moment for them to address that they clearly knew each other, which Silas seemed to be quickly picking up on, and Finn wasn’t keen on having that conversation in front of his best friend. Up until this point he hadn’t let on that he had previous contact with Jaime, and he wanted to see how things went before disclosing that to Silas and Sheppard.
Finn cleared his throat. “With your permission, I’ll conduct a full security sweep of the home. That includes noting entry and exit points, areas to set up cameras and motion detection technology, and developing a security plan based on the most likely scenarios in case of an intruder. Once you’ve approved that plan we’ll forward it to our technology partners who will install everything.”
“You don’t set that up yourself?” Jaime asked.
“No, we’re a small team and don’t have an in-house technology expert right now. But I promise the people we work with can be trusted. All monitoring is done by the bodyguard assigned to you.”
