Chapter 12
DANIEL
This was either heaven or hell, I wasn’t sure.
But knowing I’d been missing out on something like this for the past eight years was enough to make my chest ache.
There weren’t many things I found more beautiful than Sophie mid-orgasm, but Sophie mid-orgasm with Finn Covington’s face buried between her legs was absolutely one of them.
“I hope we didn’t wake you,” Finn murmured, easing his slick and dripping fingers out of my fiancé’s cunt. He rocked back onto his heels and stood, his undone slacks doing nothing to hide the massive erection he sported.
“You did,” I said, stare flickering to Sophie. “Rather, she did. She doesn’t have it in her to be quiet.”
“Far from a flaw.”
Sophie’s chest heaved as she caught her breath. Her legs hung limp over the edge of the dining table.
“Did you want coffee?” Finn asked, dragging one of his fingers across his lower lip. His lashes fluttered a bit and he rolled his neck before angling his head toward two abandoned coffee mugs on the counter.
“He takes his like yours,” Sophie murmured.
Both Finn and I turned to look at her, to watch her put herself back together. She propped herself on her elbows, righted her spine, then gently eased herself off the table and situated her panties back into place. That had to be miserable, all wet and soaking and cold between her legs.
“Pardon?”
“Three and a half sugars,” the both of them said at the same time.
Something unexpected tightened in my chest, and I didn’t think I could look at Finn without betraying myself. The start of us had been so unfair. Finished before we’d gotten a chance to start. I’d never even known how he took his coffee, if he even liked coffee.
Sophie slinked between us and poured a coffee for me before topping their mugs off.
She rested her hips against the counter, me on one side and Finn on the other, both of us hard and probably leaking.
It had to be worse for him, having been on his knees with his tongue inside of Sophie.
I’d only walked in on the end of it, caught the arch of her back and the quiver of her chin as she came on his tongue.
Not to mention the way he’d looked at me as she did it, the raw, unbridled hunger in his stare.
Finn didn’t just want her. He wanted me too.
I studied him while he raised the mug to his mouth, both hands wrapped around the ceramic.
Sophie’s cum was still on his fingers. I could see it shine in the light as he tilted the mug and took a drink.
Sophie looked from him to me, her cheeks flushed and one delicate brow arched toward her hairline.
Without words, she asked me, Is this okay? Are we sure about this?
I wasn’t sure about many things, but I was sure about her and I was sure about him.
Even back when we’d had our first few days together, I’d seen the person Finn was at his core.
Or maybe it was the man he wanted to be.
The distinction didn’t make any difference to me—I still knew he was there.
And if I could wait eight years for Sophie, I could wait a little longer for…
No.
Maybe.
Was that wrong? To think of Finn in such serious terms? And to do it so soon?
But Sophie’s eyes betrayed her. She was on the same page as me.
“Can we sit down and talk about this now?” I asked.
“Probably a good plan,” Finn agreed.
We made our way to the couch again, the same positioning as the night before with far less alcohol between us.
“How’s your head?” Sophie asked Finn, who snorted and gave her an unimpressed look.
“Really?”
“Oh, my God, you know what I meant.”
He huffed out a laugh and stared down at his lap, dick still hard but ignored. “It’s better, thank you.”
A small silence fell as we all drank our coffee, as we all waited. Finally, Finn spoke up, “I’ll start then?”
“Yes, please,” Sophie coaxed.
Finn’s tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth, and he didn’t lift his stare as he began to speak. “I am no longer interested in doing things by half.”
He paused, licked his lips but kept his gaze down. “I know what I want for myself, and I would rather have nothing than settle for less.”
“And what do you want?” Sophie asked.
“I want more than one partner,” he said softly. “Maybe it makes me greedy—”
I cut him off, reaching for his knee. “It doesn’t.”
“Spoken like a man who also wants more than one partner.”
I smiled, exhaling a laugh because he wasn’t wrong.
“I don’t want to be a third wheel, and I don’t want to be a toy.”
“Of course not.”
Finn swallowed hard, chasing whatever lodged in his throat with some coffee. “The two of you are engaged, about to be married.”
“We haven’t even set a date yet,” Sophie told him.
“You know what I mean.”
“Don’t do this,” I warned, squeezing his leg and digging my nails into the grooves around his knee joint. “Not again.”
“I’m trying to be practical. Trying to keep myself safe.”
“You haven’t even given us a chance,” I said.
Finn shook his head, finally looking up. His eyes were sharp and clear, not hungover and certainly not drunk anymore. The shining blue irises were glassy, though, a sheen of tears ready to fall.
“How do you see this working?” he asked. “Knowing that I am needy and I am selfish and I want so much. I want so fucking much.”
“There are no rules and we have nothing but time.” Sophie set her coffee on the table and crawled over my lap to wedge herself between me and Finn. She still smelled like sex, the soft floral of her shampoo wafting around her hair as she grabbed Finn’s face in her hands.
She would fight for what she wanted. I hope Finn understood what he’d gotten himself into with her.
Sophie was driven and goal-oriented. There wasn’t a single thing she’d wanted in the last eight years that I hadn’t seen her find a way to get.
I didn’t imagine he would be the first exception.
I rubbed my hand up the length of her spine, supporting her while also urging her forward.
We wanted him.
We’d talked about it at length before falling asleep the night before. Finn was smart and he was funny. He was handsome and he was hurt, but Sophie didn’t see him as a project. She saw him as a man worth saving, and so did I.
“I would love to play with you, but you are not a toy,” she promised, stroking her thumbs across his cheekbones.
Finn blinked hard, and his lashes darkened. He was trying so hard to fight back those tears, and I almost wanted to leave the room at the sight of it. He was such a fighter, and under Sophie’s gentle touch, he had already started to crumble.
“You are not a novelty,” she went on. “Daniel or not, I would have asked for your number in the paint store either way.”
He smiled, angling his head to place a puckered kiss on her wrist. She moved it over so he could reach and held her against his mouth like her skin was an offering from a higher power none of us could see.
Sophie’s shoulders sagged as she breathed, as Finn held her against him like that.
It was so chaste but also so fucking filthy.
“Be with us,” she whispered, stroking the fingers of her other hand through his sleep-mussed hair. “One at a time but also together. Yeah?”
Finn didn’t say anything at first, but he nodded slowly, then quicker, and then Sophie was in his lap.
She slanted her mouth against his, and she kissed him and she kissed him, and Finn was ours.
I could tell by the way his body weakened beneath her weight, the way he went pliant and let her take what she wanted from him.
It was impossible for me to not give Sophie what she wanted, and it appeared Finn was not an exception to that rule.
He fumbled his arm over the edge of the couch, searching out the side table to set down his mug.
It sounded like there was a spill, but nothing that wouldn’t clean.
Nothing that wasn’t worth it. Finn grabbed Sophie’s face in his hands and kissed her senseless, and she reached blindly for my face, trailing her nails across my cheek until I leaned in close enough to smell the coffee on their breath.
She tore herself away from Finn’s kiss and urged the two of us together, and when Finn slipped his tongue into my mouth, I could still taste her there.
I let him take control of the kiss and when he broke away to once again kiss Sophie, I groaned at the loss but knew what I’d gain with them together was far greater.
We spent the morning like that, taking turns making out, fondling and kissing and humping.
Sophie refilled our coffees and made us toast and eggs.
After we finished eating, she encouraged me between Finn’s legs.
Down I went onto the floor, and Finn stretched his arms across the back of my couch while Sophie undid his fly.
His cock sprang free, desperately hard and thick and leaking.
Proportionate with the rest of him, Finn’s dick was perfect, and I wanted more than anything to see him fuck Sophie.
I wanted to watch the thin and pinked skin of his shaft disappear inside of her.
Wanted to see him ease out covered in her slick wetness.
And I also wanted them to have that for themselves.
I wanted Sophie and Finn to have their moments, and I wanted my own moments, and then I wanted more of this.
The three of us tangled and panting and needy together.
Finn was right.
I was greedy.
All of us were.
“Suck him,” Sophie said, and I didn’t need to be told twice.
I stretched my mouth and took as much of Finn’s dick in as I could without gagging.
His eyes rolled back and his knuckles went white against the back of the couch.
Sophie made a happy sound, then sank down to the floor beside me, reaching into my pajamas and taking my dick into her grip.
I grunted when she stroked, and then Finn whimpered as I sucked.
Fuck, it had been so long since she and I had been with a third.
Before she moved, our threesomes had always been novelties.
Fun little adventures to pass the time when we had a week together.
There was something different about Finn, though, and we both knew it.
I’d known it before, but he’d been in and out of my life before I’d even had a chance to tell Sophie about him.
The fact she’d met him on her own felt like it was more than luck.
The fact his precum smeared against the roof of my mouth and mine against Sophie’s knuckles had to be more than chance.
“Daniel,” Finn murmured my name, over and over and over again. “You’re so good. So fucking hot like…”
“Can he come in your mouth?” Sophie asked, a little louder than a whisper and clearly meant for both of us to hear.
I nodded eagerly, hollowing my cheeks and sucking him harder. I wanted to taste him, but more than that, I wanted him to taste me. I wanted Finn to have my cum and Sophie’s in his mouth as he finished his next cup of coffee, and I wanted him to go home with the flavor of us on his tongue.
“Are you sure?” Finn asked.
I slid my hands up his thighs and squeezed.
“I’m so close,” he warned.
“So is Daniel,” Sophie teased, twisting her wrist on the upstroke the way she knew I liked.
I saw stars, everything blinking in and out of existence at the same time and then Finn’s hand was in my hair, his hips lifted, and he held me down in his lap as he came.
One streak of cum and then another and another against the roof of my mouth and the back of my tongue, and I’d forgotten how much Finn sounded like an unbridled animal when he came.
I spilled next, coating Sophie’s fingers—and probably the couch—as I finished in her hand.
Finn came for ages, hips twitching as his body ran through the whole of his release, and even after his fingers left my hair, I kept my face buried between his legs.
Intoxicated by the smell of him and the taste of him, by the tingling pleasure of Sophie’s fingers loose now around my shaft.
She petted her hand down the small of my back before uncurling her fingers from my cock and pushing to her feet.
“Nobody move,” she said lightly, as if there was a chance. “I’ll go get some towels. The two of you have made quite the mess.”
Finn reached blindly for me, fingers searching out my face.
He didn’t leave me alone until I looked up at him, until his softening cock fell out of my mouth.
He wiped the corner of my mouth, his eyes dark with something feral and unspoken.
I felt it in my bones, in the shiver that tore through me and tightened in my already empty balls.
And then Sophie was back with wet and warm towels, and she made it her job to wipe us clean and put us back together, to make us fresh coffee, to cut up an apple and make sure we ate.
Finn and I both pulled slivers off the plate for her, which she begrudgingly ate with a soft smile.
She’d been the one on her back when I woke up and how quickly the energy of the morning had shifted.
We’d gone from the two of us inviting over a stranger for God knew what anymore, and ended up with a man who wanted to not just belong with us, but to own us himself in equal measure.
It was a sharp shift Sophie’s and my future, but even at his worst, Finn had always reminded me of the tide, dangerous and unstoppable…
worthy of all the reverence we could offer.
I’d told Sophie as much the night before, her warm body in my arms, the smell of her hair in my nose. And she had wanted.
And I had wanted.
And Finn…he also wanted.