Chapter 31
DANIEL
We finished our coffee and Finn gave us a tour of his house, ending in the bedroom instead of the office where we’d started.
There weren’t words exchanged, but Sophie took Finn’s hand and led him to his own bed, stripping out of her pajamas on the way.
I pushed Finn’s pants down to his ankles and struggled out of my clothes, and then the three of us were on the bed, naked and breathing hard.
I pressed my chest against Finn’s back and reached around, taking his cock into my hand and stroking him from root to tip.
He moaned and dropped his head back against my shoulder, entire body shuddering.
Sophie crowded him from the front, peppering kisses up his chest and the long curve of his throat.
The distance made sense, and when he’d told me he loved me, alone in his office, I understood him with a startling clarity.
Even though he knew Sophie and I were not like them, Finn still carried the hurt from his last relationship.
He did an amazing job at trying to shove it to the back of his mind, his heart, but it was still there.
It would always be there, or at least for a very long time.
I was lucky to have had so many years with Sophie.
There was no chance of heartbreak with her, and I found myself wishing Finn had met her sooner, that I had met him sooner.
“We have to be quick, I think,” Finn murmured, words thick with want.
I jerked his cock with long and measured strokes, the tip of his dick grazing over Sophie’s clit with each pull.
She writhed in front of him, against him, like the goddess she was, raising her leg and hooking it over mine and Finn’s hip.
I eased him into her, the three of us pressing even closer together as he sank into her pussy.
I wanted to fuck him myself, wanted to come inside of him and watch it bubble out while his thighs shook, but it was a weekday and we all had places to be.
We were in love, and that wasn’t going to go away when the sun reached the top of the sky.
For the first time in weeks, it felt like we had time.
Between me and Sophie, Finn’s body trembled.
He pumped into her with shallow thrusts of his hips, my own erection pressing at his back.
There was no sense of urgency, but that didn’t mean what was happening wasn’t important.
I shoved two of my fingers into Sophie’s mouth and she sucked them greedily, eyes rolling back as I pressed down against the back of her tongue.
When she’d gotten them wet enough, I reached down between my stomach and Finn’s back, teasing against his hole.
“Is it wrong to want you both to come inside of me?” Sophie asked, a little breathless. Her tits bounced as Finn fucked up into her, and he grabbed one in his hand and kneaded her against his palm, pressing back against my fingers while he was still deep inside of her.
“Not wrong,” he promised.
“None of this is wrong,” I told them both.
Another full body shiver out of Finn, and I managed to get the entire length of one finger into him.
It took no work at all to find his prostate, to tease it, press against it, and then Finn had Sophie wrapped tight in his arms. His muscles clamped down on my knuckle and he came inside of my fiancé.
Sophie moaned, hips chasing after more friction as Finn pumped her full.
“Daniel.” Sophie moaned my name when Finn finished and slipped out of her.
I climbed over the top of him, slanting a rough kiss against his mouth before crawling on top of her and thrusting into her with one sharp snap of my hips.
She bucked off the bed, legs spread and shaking.
She was so hot, so wet, and knowing part of that wet heat was Finn’s cum sent me spiraling over the edge in an embarrassingly short amount of time.
I traced a hard circle around Sophie’s clit, making sure she went first, and when she turned her head to the side to search out Finn’s mouth as she came, it was over for me.
I pumped my load deep into Sophie’s body, burying my face into the crook of her neck.
She kissed Finn, and he touched me softly against the small of my back as the aftershocks of my orgasm rippled through all three of us.
After I pulled out, I notched my way into the space between the two of them and closed my eyes.
Finn kissed the back of my neck, and Sophie slid her hands up my chest and around, skimming her nails over my shoulders and the outside of Finn’s arms. The three of us lay there in a perfectly sated bubble until Finn’s phone went off on the nightstand.
He let out a tired laugh, rolling over to silence it, then he flopped onto his back and covered his eyes with his forearm.
“Time to get up,” he announced.
Sophie laughed and kissed my chest, using my body as leverage to push herself into a seated position. Finn’s bed was a mess, still unmade from sleep and worse now from our assault on it. He didn’t seem to mind.
I looked over at him, the nervous way he scratched the outside of his forearm while all three of us tried to figure out what to do next.
“Did you mean it?” I asked before he could.
“Of course. Did you?”
“Obviously,” I said at the same time Sophie said, “Yes.”
There was a beat and then Finn sat up, feet on the floor and elbows resting on his knees.
“Have you thought about where you want to go for your honeymoon?” he asked.
Sophie made a noise that to me sounded a lot like amusement. She clocked his change of topic as quickly as I had, but if all three of us had been honest about our feelings, that was enough for the moment.
“I don’t even know where we’re getting married,” Sophie said.
“Don’t you need to send invitations?”
I snorted, tapping my fingers against the middle of his back. “Neither of us have a big friend group, but the people we want to be there will be fine with a text message.”
Finn glanced over his shoulder at me, expression incredulous. “You deserve something more than that.’
“This is all we want,” Sophie said.
And it was true. She and I had talked at length about the wedding, and while we were excited to be married, the act of getting married itself was more like a box to check. Sophie deserved a big wedding if she wanted one, but it had never been about the party for us.
“I think a honeymoon to the mountains sounds nice.” Finn’s stare drifted between my face and Sophie’s. “A place with good views and no cell phone service.”
“Not a beach man?” Sophie asked.
“One of my brothers lives in San Diego. He tried to teach me how to surf, and I love that he loves it, but I don’t think it’s something I want to try again.” Finn chuckled and shook his head, maybe lost in a memory. “The beach is fine, but we have it here.”
“This is LA; there’s mountains here too.”
“Not like other places.”
“That’s fair,” I agreed, rolling over and leaving a kiss against the base of his spine.
Finn’s alarm went off a second time, and all three of us sighed in unison.
“Do you want to shower here?” he asked.
“All my hair stuff is at home,” Sophie said, crawling over me to get to him. She straddled him, took his face into her hands, and kissed him hard. “I love you,” she whispered against his mouth. “I’m so glad to say it.”
He touched her with the same level of care he always offered her, smiling as she pulled away and climbed off his lap in search of her discarded pajamas.
I did the same thing, flinging one leg over Finn’s lap and grabbing his face in my hands.
Before I kissed him, I looked at him, waiting to see the relief in his eyes before kissing him just as Sophie had.
Finn mewled into my mouth, hips lifting off the bed.
“I want you to fuck me again,” he rasped.
I nodded, kissing his chin.
“I love you too,” I told him.
Sophie stopped to use the bathroom before we left, and Finn promised he wouldn’t ignore us again.
Not even for a day. Leaving him at his house was hard, but it wasn’t really any different from leaving him to go to work for the day, which is what we were all trying to do.
Though, it was a little different because Sophie and I were going together back to a house we’d made our own, and Finn was alone at his house.
I understood how eight years of history might feel insurmountable to Finn, but I would just have to try harder to make him understand the way I felt for him was the same way I felt for Sophie.
“How long have you known?” I asked her when we closed the front door of our house behind us.
Sophie unlaced her sneakers and leaned against the front door. “Not long, probably not much longer than you’ve noticed.”
“You should have told me.’
She scoffed. “You should have told me.”
“I didn’t want to wake you up.” I took her hand and walked down to our bedroom, stripping her out of her pajamas in the doorway to the bathroom.
“I meant that you loved him.”
I huffed a breath. “I thought it was obvious.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, raising her engagement ring to my lips. I kissed it, kissed each of her fingers, her palm.
“It was.”
“I think we can agree we’re in uncharted territory here,” she said.
I turned the shower on for her, checking the water before getting out of the way so she could take down her hair and step under the spray.
“We have to be upfront with each other,” she said, speaking up over the shower. “All three of us.”
“I know.”
“We need to talk about the wedding.”
“I know.” My shoulders sagged.
“I’m still marrying you,” she said sharply, rapping her fingernails against the shower wall to get my attention. “But I don’t want to hurt Finn. I want…”
“To include him, somehow.”
Sophie nodded and squirted some shampoo into her palm, working it into a rich lather. “Exactly.”
“We’ll figure it out,” I promised her. “Save me some hot water.”
I left Sophie to her shower, sitting on the edge of the bed and scrolling through Sophie’s wedding board on my phone.
I sent her my top suggestions for venue and honeymoon, reiterated that I agreed with Finn about green being a good color for the wedding.
Not like we’d have lots of decorations. Sophie was pretty fixated on the courthouse, and I didn’t hate the idea.
I didn’t think she wanted me in a tux, so maybe a green suit or something.
The door to the bathroom opened, steam billowing out from behind her. “I left the water on for you.”
I plugged my phone back into the charger and traded places with her, sinking under the warm side of tepid shower.
Neither of us had said a word about how quiet the bedroom had been since we got home, neither of us talked about how wrong it felt to be in a space that we’d spent so much time carefully curating to our own likes without Finn also being there.
But when I finished my shower and found Sophie dressed for work and staring at her reflection in the mirror on our dresser, I knew she felt it.
“We can’t ask him to move in,” I said, shoving my legs into clean underwear. “You’ve seen his house. It’s as much him as this place is ours.”
“I know,” she agreed. “But there has to be something.”
“We could do it all again,” I suggested, even though the idea of starting home renovations with an interior designer and the brother of two architects terrified me more than admitting I was in love with two people at the same time.
Sophie drew in a deep breath, chest inflating. She held it, counted to herself, and I counted alongside her. She exhaled, shoulders sagging, and I did up the belt on my pants.
“We’ll figure something out,” she announced.
I went to her, brushed her hair over one shoulder, and kissed the side of her neck, catching her stare in the reflection.
“We always do.”