Cooked Books
Finn
Monday seems to last forever. My mind is still spinning on the files Tom had that we’ve been reviewing. But right now, I need to focus on the financials I’m auditing for a client.
I keep coming back to the idea that there has to be something additional we can use in Tom’s files. Something we just haven’t found yet.
Theo hasn’t finished unencrypting some files, but his time on them is limited to outside his normal workday. Morrigan Technology is busy. Just like we are. Tom being gone for weeks and us missing the week before last made us fall behind.
I’m tempted to call my dad and ask him for his help finding a way to stop Alexander from coming after us. There are things he knows that might push us in the right direction. After all, he gave something to the Feds to help with their case.
He might help us find a way to neutralize Alexander as a threat. But would he help us without insisting I marry Sara? Much as I love her and want her to be tied to me in all ways, I’m also not selfish enough to think that any one of us marrying her wouldn’t hurt this budding relationship.
We need to figure out how to move forward in society and around our families with all of us dating Sara. Without making one of us seem more important than the others. Because without all of us, this falls apart.
A knock on my open door makes me glance up. Sara’s smile captures my attention as she moves into the room.
“Close the door, flower.”
Her eyebrow arches, but she closes the door before coming forward. “I need to talk to you about work.”
“Good. I need a break.” When she tries to sit across from me in the chair for visitors, I shake my head. “No, I’m definitely going to need you closer.”
Her lips tip and her eyes sparkle with mischief. She rounds the desk.
“How close were you thinking?”
I turn my chair to the side and pat my thigh.
She arches her eyebrow, but sets her notes on my desk and sits on my lap. I turn us both so we’re facing the desk and put my chin on her shoulder.
“Show me.” I want more, but just being this close to her and inhaling her citrus scent into my lungs will be enough until tonight when I can have her all to myself.
She sets her papers in front of us and runs through the trial balance. It’s not balanced and she can’t seem to find the error. Together we search through the source documents and I pull up the account to make sure there isn’t an error in the spreadsheet.
We have it narrowed down right when the door opens.
“Hey, Finn, do you know—” Tom looks up from his tablet and covers his eyes. “What the fuck?”
“Calm down,” I say. “She’s sitting on my lap, not my dick.” I smirk. “Well technically, she’s sitting on my dick, but not in the fun way.”
Tom gapes at us for a few seconds more.
“If you had a sister—” Tom runs his hand through his hair.
“You wouldn’t come anywhere near her because my dad would have had your head if you pulled any of the shit you normally pull.” I let Tom see that hard piece of me I don’t bother hiding anymore. “What do you need, Tom?”
Tom sighs and looks between me and Sara. If he’s hoping I’ll move her away from me, he can go fuck himself.
“There’s something different about this file.” Tom takes the chair Sara tried to sit on earlier.
She leans back against me, watching Tom. But she doesn’t say anything. Someday she’ll forgive Tom because she loves him that much. I don’t think I’ll ever forget he did this and what it almost cost me. But I might learn to live with it. Only because Sara is safe in my arms.
“It’s one of the encrypted files Theo unlocked and sent over.” He swallows and looks at me from the page. “With your background, I wanted your opinion on what you think this looks like.”
My background…or my father’s. It doesn’t matter. I want this done.
“Share it on the screen.” I nod to the TV on the wall as I hit the remote to turn it on.
“We could have done that,” Sara says softly to me.
I chuckle. “I like you close, flower.”
Tom flinches, but he doesn’t comment on our low conversation. He seems to be learning that this isn’t going to end. Ever. Sara is ours.
Tom sets up his laptop to cast to the TV and I look at the spreadsheet. It seems to be intakes of money. There are dates, times, initials, and a lump sum of money. Along with what appears to be a percentage. Maybe a payout?
“It’s probably an accounting of something, but it has no context to tell us anything about it.” I lean back in my chair, wrap my arm around Sara’s waist, and rub my knuckles against her arm.
She melts into me. Without context, it’s useless, but maybe there’s another spreadsheet that fills in the blanks.
“That’s what I thought, but there’s a few hidden columns.” Tom does something on his laptop and a few additional columns show up. “They were locked and Theo had to figure out the password.”
These two additional columns have a purpose. Fuck.
“Is Peter skimming from his own company?” I lift Sara off my lap and walk over to the TV to look at the numbers. That’s the thing about criminals though. There’s very little trust amongst thieves.
Tom stands beside me. “That’s what I thought it might be. If Peter was skimming from his own companies, it’s possible he wasn’t paying his people on the full amounts.”
“That kind of information could topple an empire,” I say. “If that’s what it really is.”
“Or maybe keep Peter from coming back into power.” Tom meets my eyes with a little triumph.
Sara stands next to me and leans into my side. I put my arm around her and rub her shoulder.
“We need more information. Bank statements, offshore accounts. Anything we can find where Peter was depositing funds.” I glance at Tom. “This is really good.”
He nods. His cheeks are still a little red as he sees how close Sara and I are. But he doesn’t say more about it. “I’ll get the files we need.”
Dinner is spent discussing what Tom found and how that could help all of us.
We order takeout and all seven of us sit at the table talking it over.
Natasha is going to look for more accounts.
Her father would have left her a nest egg, but to find that information, she needs to go to her father’s house.
Tom doesn’t want her to go alone. No one wants those two off by themselves. They’ll always be seen as a flight risk, and we can’t protect them if we don’t know where they are. She could go talk to her father, but that’s also a risk no one wants to take.
We end with an agreement to discuss this in the morning. Tom and Natasha go down to their suite and we head up to the living room on the third floor. We stay up for a little while longer and watch some TV. Everyone seems lost in their own thoughts.
None of us wants to separate again, but it’s the only thing that makes sense. Tom needs help with whatever he finds and we can’t leave them unprotected. It doesn’t make sense for all of us to go and abandon our jobs again, but maybe it does, because none of us want to be away from Sara.
Dante rises from the couch and pulls Sara up to give her a lingering kiss. “Good night, pip.”
“Night, boss.”
Wyatt goes next. “Be good, trouble.”
“Yes, sir.” Sara practically salutes Wyatt.
He chuckles and smacks her ass before claiming her mouth. When he pulls away, she sways after him. His dark eyes flash to mine filled with conceit. Cocky bastard.
Sara comes back to the couch and sits between me and Drew.
I lift my gaze to Drew’s.
“I’m not tired.” Drew leans back and strokes his hand across Sara’s shoulders. “If you want me to leave you two to it, I’ll go in my room and fuck my hand to the sounds of you fucking.”
I smirk. “The sound quality would be better in my room.”
“Are we bargaining?” Drew raises an eyebrow.
“Always.”
Sara strokes our thighs but she’s quiet. This is all my decision. After all, it’s my night.
“I want to tie Sara to my bed and make her come so hard she sees stars.” I lean in and kiss Sara’s neck.
She whimpers and tips her head to give me better access.
“I’d watch that show.” Drew leans in to her other side and Sara lifts her head for him to kiss her neck too. Her breath catches.
“You watch my show on my night. On your night, I get to slip in and fuck Sara in her sleep.” I lift my head and wait for Drew to meet my eyes. “Deal?”
“Deal.”
“Deal,” Sara says.
Chuckling, I stand and pull Sara up with me. Drew rises and straightens his pants over his erection. I can’t say much. I’m always hard for Sara.
We all walk into my room and close the door. Drew sits on the comfortable chair in the corner. I sit on the end of the bed. She moves to stand between my legs. Close enough the warmth of her body bathes me. I look up at Sara. She waits patiently for me as her fingers slide through my hair.
Fuck, I could just sit like this all night. Her hands teasing my hair, comforting. I could press my forehead to her stomach and slide my hands up her thighs under her dress. But I only get her to myself one night this week.
“Take off your clothes, flower. I want you naked for me.”
She steps back and reaches behind herself to undo her dress. My patience ends. I stand and spin her around and pull down the zipper.
“Just be glad I’m not Wyatt.” I push her dress off her shoulders and it slides down her body to pool at her feet. “I’d have to spank you for disobeying. Wearing panties in the house.”
I tsk her.
She bites her lip and her darkened eyes meet mine over her shoulder. We talked about that particular rule though, since Tom and Natasha are staying with us. She wets her lips.
“Greedy, flower.” I undo her bra and slide it off those pretty breasts.
Drew sits with his arms on the armrests. His cock obviously hard as he enjoys drinking in our girl. I slip my hands over her hips and drag her panties down until they flutter to the floor.
“I want you nice and wet.” With my hands on her hips, I steer her toward Drew. “Down on your knees, like a good girl. Take that cock out and suck on it while I get the bed ready.”
She follows my commands easily and opens Drew’s pants, drawing out his hard cock. I wait for a moment to watch her take him into her mouth. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of watching her suck me or the others off. Her beautiful body naked and flushed with need.
But I have other things to do. I walk to my bedside and open the drawer. There are things that are necessities, like lube and the ties. But there are things I might want to play with that I take out. A vibrating butt plug and a large vibrator. Along with a bullet vibe.
I take the toys into the bathroom and wash them thoroughly while keeping an eye on Sara working Drew’s cock with her mouth. Her hair is still pulled up from the day. She pushes past her gag reflex to take him deep into her throat.
Her eyes flick up to meet his. Fucking perfection.
I set the dried toys on the nightstand and shed my clothes. When I’m naked, I bend down and pick up my tie. This could be useful. I wrap it around my hand as I stalk over to where Sara kneels.
I slide to the ground behind her. When our skin brushes, sparks ignite through me. “Are you dripping wet for me, flower?”
Pulling her hips out a little, I trail my finger between her legs.
She hums around Drew’s cock.
“Fuck, you’re soaked. Such a good girl.” I line up my cock with her entrance and thrust in deep.
She shatters and moans as she comes. She stays still with our cocks buried inside her. Her pussy pulses around me, trying to drag me into my release.
“Remember to keep count, so you can tell Wyatt how many times I make you come tonight.”
Drew chuckles as he takes hold of her hair and waits for me.
I nod and we work her together. He fucks her mouth while I fuck her pussy in sync.
Honestly, I’d take any piece of her and be happy.
I’m good to share, but I also can’t wait to have this woman to myself.
Her skin aching for my touch and my touch alone.
Her hips tremble beneath my hands as she comes undone. Drew groans his release as she tightens around me, milking my cock. I let go, shuddering my release as it pulses into her. Drew lifts her head and trails his thumb across her swollen lips.
“Thank you, princess.”
I drag her naked body back against mine as Drew puts his cock away and does up his pants. He leans back in the chair as I lift Sara off my cock and turn her in my arms to carry her to the bed.
I lower her to the mattress and put her arms and legs where I want them. “Stay still, flower.”
Her green eyes meet mine with so much trust and love. I lean in and capture her lips, kissing her thoroughly before straightening. I unwrap the tie from my hand and put it over her eyes, tying it like a blindfold.
When it’s fixed in place, I grab the ties to hold her spread open for me. I kiss each of her wrists and then her ankles as I bind them to my bedposts.
Something buzzes and Sara sucks in a breath, tensing.
“That’s me,” Drew says with a chuckle. “Sorry to disappoint.”
I glance over at him as I lube up the butt plug. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and looks at the screen.
“Fuck.” Drew stands. “Really hate to disappoint, princess, but I need to go. Emergency at the club.”
“Don’t go alone,” I say. It’s still not safe out there for any of us right now.
He meets my gaze and nods. “I’m calling a redo on tonight though. Next week?”
“Sure, might be something different to make Sara squirm.” I nod toward the door. “Max should be on duty with a couple of other guys, but see if Dante or Wyatt can go with you, just in case.”
He runs a hand through his hair as he takes in Sara’s body spread out on the bed. “Tell me about it in the morning, princess.”
“I will. Be careful.”
Drew nods and heads out the door. I wait to close it until I hear Dante’s voice. Drew will be fine. I’ve got plans for my night.