Stir (The Sizzle TV Series Book 5)

Chapter 26 – Finn

“You turned Alex into a stuttering mess,” I say, still laughing as we file into Nic’s apartment. “Elliot’s going to be giving him grief about that for years.”

“Oh, no.” Natalie blushes brilliantly. “I don’t want to upset Joelle. Do you think?—”

“I think they’re all human, is what I think. You’re not the first woman Alex has been attracted to. Or Elliot, for that matter. For all I know, you might not be the first woman to catch Joelle’s eye, either.”

Natalie goes perfectly mute. Nic snorts, topping off Cat’s water dish before washing his hands.

“I’m just saying you’re amazing and beautiful, and you made people spill their drinks on their fancy, overpriced designer clothes tonight.” I tug on her hand, bringing her close to kiss her gently. “Does it feel good?”

“What?”

“Being the belle of the ball. Knowing you made hundreds of men want you and all their dates jealous.”

“I don’t want to make anybody jealous.” Natalie’s blush deepens to red.

“Tough.” Nic wipes his hands, throwing the towel on the counter. That look on his face spells trouble for Natalie, trouble of the very best kind, and I cannot fucking wait to see how this plays out.

He got more and more tense throughout the night despite his smiles, small talk, and rich-boy manners. I’m still surprised he cut loose enough to dance with me. In public, no less. But I know Nic well enough now to understand all those eyes, and all that attention on Natalie was not easy for him to bear.

Who knew he’d turn out to be such a possessive sonuvabitch? And who knew I’d find it hot as hell?

“You?” Natalie asks. The meek tone doesn’t match that dress. That dress says, million bucks and worth every penny. I want to frame that dress. I’m sure as hell going to frame that photo of the three of us we took tonight.

Who am I kidding? The dress isn’t going anywhere but the floor. Natalie looks like a million dollars, and it’s got nothing to do with fabric.

“Me.” Nic stalks—there’s no other word for it—toward her. “Do you have any idea how you look tonight?”

Brave, beautiful Natalie squares her shoulders and looks him dead in the eye. “I look fantastic.”

Nic slides a hand into her hair, using it to tilt her head back to look up at him. “Fantastic is exactly the word. You look like a walking fantasy. There’s not a man in that building who didn’t look at you and want you.”

“Probably not many women either,” I chime in. Might have got hung up on that. Sue me. It’s sexy.

“I don’t care about that.” Natalie’s voice comes out strong this time. “There were only three people in that building I dressed for tonight.”

Nic’s scowl matches the one I feel cropping up on my face at the word three. Natalie laughs softly, reaching for my hand and cupping Nic’s cheek with the other.

“It’s me,” she says. “I’m the third. Just us.”

She leans up to kiss him softly. Like magic, the tension just drains away from him. She smiles, turns to me, and gives me the same soft, sweet kiss.

“You’re incredible.”

“And you are so, so good at telling me things that are good for me to hear, Finn.” She tugs at my tie and starts undoing the buttons of my shirt. Nic makes swift work of the zipper on her dress, watching me watch him.

“You are,” he agrees. “Both of us. You tell us what we need to hear, even if we don’t want to hear it.”

“You mean I annoy you.” It’s true. Hell, it’s one of my favorite things to do to Nic.

Well. Maybe not a favorite anymore. I can think of a few things I’d rather do now, for instance.

He must have some idea what I’m thinking because his eyebrows slowly start to rise.

“Bedroom,” he says abruptly. Without warning, he sweeps an arm under Natalie’s knees and hoists her in the air, carrying her back down the hall.

“You’re going to hurt yourself! Nic, put me down!”

I’m grinning like a fool, trailing behind them, pulling off my dress shirt, and kicking off my shoes as we go.

Nic sets her down at the edge of the bed.

“You’re being dramatic,” accuses Natalie.

“You’re the most important thing in the world to me.” He looks at me, making sure I know he’s talking to us both. His voice turns rough. “I want to show you.”

She stands there, openmouthed, either unsure or unable to speak. He sets to work peeling that dress off—carefully, thank God—for a minute there, I thought he’d rip it to shreds; I probably would have. I put myself to use working on the buttons of his dress shirt. My fingers graze the crisp hair just above his waistband, making Nic suck in a breath.

He grips my fingers before they go any farther south, bringing them up to his mouth, kissing them, and then nipping with his teeth. My blood heats.

“I want to watch you,” says Natalie. The lust in her eyes as she watches us turns the heat up to boiling.

“Not yet,” he says.

“I don’t know about you,” I say to Nic, all eyes on Natalie as he starts removing her gown, “but I spent most of the night wondering about what’s under this dress.”

Nic nods as he pauses. Natalie’s smile turns impish.

It’s lace. Tiny, elaborate, expensive-looking lace. Black, of course, because this woman is determined to be the death of me. Nic, too, judging by the sound he makes when the dress finally comes off.

Catching Nic’s eye, I point him toward the head of the bed. Clearly curious but willing to play along, Nic drops his pants, keeping his tight—God help me, that’s hot—black briefs on. He stacks pillows behind him, sitting up against the headboard. Dragging my eyes away from that mouthwatering sight, I ignore Natalie’s protests and pick her up by the waist, setting her down between Nic’s splayed thighs.

“This is cozy,” she says, looking over her shoulder. Nic’s smile is absolutely filthy as he pulls her back into the cocoon of his body, running his hands all over her. He turns that smile on me, and I press the heel of my hand to my cock, already aching for some friction.

He cups her breasts, his mouth moving over her neck, making her moan and shift, both of them staring up at me, waiting. I climb on the bed, keeping my weight on my hands as I kiss her. The kiss goes on, and on and on until I’m drowning in her, and her fingernails are digging in on my shoulders.

I fell for her faster than I’ve ever fallen for anybody, and I can’t kid myself anymore that it has nothing to do with the man watching me kiss my way down her body. It works. I don’t understand how, but the three of us… it works. I need him every bit as much as I need her. Tonight I’m going to show them.

Holding Natalie’s ankles together over my shoulder, I pull the tiny scrap of lace between her legs off one-handed. Nic makes quick work of the bra clasp, and for once, without any urging or fanfare, Natalie is bare between us, lights on and everything, if you count the dim table lamp across the room. Baby steps. It’s enough that she gives us this for now. One day we’re going to make love to her in front of the mirror, just to prove to her how lovely she is, how much we want her.

How much we love her.

The words pound, echoing in my head as I kiss my way down her body. Too big to say out loud but still too big to keep it to myself.

Instead, I show her. I kiss every inch of her, loving in a way I didn’t know I could, persuading Natalie with every touch what she is to me. Precious. Like Nic said. It fits.

By the time I slide inside her, she’s flushed, shaking with need, begging for me. Nic pulls me closer to them, kissing me deeply as I thrust into her body, desperate and shaking for them both. Natalie comes with a cry, raking her nails down my back. It sets me off, groaning into Nic’s mouth, pouring everything I’ve got left into the condom, into her body, my heart laid open for anybody to see.

Nic breaks the kiss and I hover in that hot space between the two of them, my lips only just brushing his, Natalie’s body still clenching around me with aftershocks. I sit back to give her air, trying to catch my breath.

“God,” Nic breathes, staring down at our bodies still joined together.

“Mm.” Natalie arches back against him, winding her arm back around his neck.

I know, somewhere in the back of my mind, that not so very long ago, I had a life without these two in it. As Nic shifts around to kiss Natalie, his lean, strong body taut with need, I can’t imagine life without them now.

He reaches out with one hand, pulling me forward in a kiss. It shouldn’t work. None of this should work.

I’ll never be able to live without this. Not anymore.

My dick jerks, unbelievably. I should be down for the count.

“Need you, Nat,” says Nic, breaking the kiss on a gasp, stroking his fat cock. She pulls him on top of her, hand wedged between them, trying to take him inside her as though she hadn’t already come just moments ago.

“Condom, baby,” he says, already in the process of sliding one on. The sight is mesmerizing as he presses into her, one long, slick stroke, and not for the first time, I wonder what that cock would feel like sliding into me, watching his hips flex as he thrusts and his excellent ass as he works into her. He must feel really good inside her, given her cries.

I’m no stranger to anal sex… with women. I run my hands over his hips and his cheeks. Nic slows to a stop, taking a shuddering breath.

“No?” I ask. I’ve never touched him like this. He might not want this. My stomach bottoms out, and I drop my hands.

He looks over his shoulder, his body still as Natalie writhes beneath him, trying to get friction where she wants it. I know the feeling.

“Come here,” he says. I move forward, covering his back, keeping my weight off them, afraid to touch. I haven’t felt this unsure in a bed since I was a teenager.

Nic takes my hand, sets it firmly on his hip, then, holding my wrist, guides my fingers back to brush lightly along his center. He shudders, moaning in his throat, then looks me square in the eye.

“Yes,” he says, arching back into my touch so my fingers bump against that tight pucker between his cheeks. “Lube is in the drawer.”

Swallowing hard, I grab the bottle and, after only a second’s hesitation, another condom.

Exploring him is an exercise in wild frustration and breath-stealing awe. He responds beautifully to a lighter, teasing touch, but the first time I penetrate him, he shivers like he’s about to come already. Two fingers are enough to make him start talking, babbling heated, filthy nonsense as he tells me to finger him harder, plowing into Natalie as she comes again. A third finger, and he begins to beg.

“Now, Finn, now, fuck me now, please, God.”

Natalie’s face is flushed and awestruck and so fucking perfect, smiling the same joyous surprise I feel right back at me when our eyes meet over his shoulder. I line up my cock to press just the slightest way inside him.

“Do it. Fucking do it, Finn, I can take it. Now.”

I grip his shoulder, holding us steady, and do as he asks, slowly but steadily pushing into the tight heat of his body. He stops moving—we all do—when I’ve bottomed out, no sound in the room but heavy breathing and Natalie’s tiny whimpers.

“Nic.”

He doesn’t answer me.

“Nic. Baby.” I kiss his shoulder, his neck, his upper back, anything I can reach. “Baby, please.”

He’s trembling. Eventually, a lifetime goes by, and I’m on the verge of calling the whole thing off, sure I’ve hurt or harmed him, when he takes a full breath.

“I’m good,” he says, sounding strained. “Keep going.”

“Not a chance.”

“I’m good, Finn.” Natalie gasps beneath us as he begins to move, and then all three of us are groaning into the dark because we’re all connected.

The intimacy is overwhelming, so thick we’re drowning in it. Not three people anymore. Just one. It’s staggering.

I have a moment to be grateful for the dark, because I can’t stop the tears from gathering.

It’s more than I can bear. Moments later, Natalie cries out, coming again, and Nic begins to shake beneath me, kicking off my own climax as he comes. I manage to keep from crushing them as I break apart, losing my mind, my heart, and my soul in the biggest climax of my life. For long moments after, Nic continues to tremble, twitching every so often in the aftermath.

“Holy smokes.” Natalie gasps, still catching her breath. Nic tries to laugh, sucking air when it jolts all three of us. I pull back slowly, away and out of him, sitting back to wipe my eyes before either of them catches on.

Nic collapses inelegantly on the bed, half-squashing Natalie and making her laugh. His eyes are closed.

“Nic?”

He doesn’t open his eyes, doesn’t answer right away, and fear stabs my gut. I’ve hurt him, I did something wrong, I’ve wrecked it, ruined it.

Then, eyes still closed, he smiles, slow and sweet and wide. My heart fills to bursting, and I laugh too, tackling Natalie, kissing Nic, ready to spend the rest of our lives doing this or anything else at all, not caring even a little so long as we can be together.