Chapter 42
FINN
Monday morning, I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside the window and the hot wetness of Daniel’s mouth around my cock. He sucked me off quickly and quietly, swallowing down every drop of cum before dropping his head back on the pillow and closing his eyes.
“I heard that,” Sophie murmured from my other side.
I reached over and tickled my fingers across her hip and lower.
“I don’t even know how you’re conscious after last night.”
She hummed something that sounded like a laugh but didn’t have the energy to fully realize itself.
We’d spent Saturday night in a gorgeous hotel on the beach, then hopped on a plane for Denver on Sunday afternoon.
The drive to the hotel took a couple of hours and once we got settled in, it was dinnertime.
We ate at the hotel, enjoyed some of the best snickerdoodle cookies I’d ever had in my life, then returned to the room early to enjoy a free bottle of wine and a private hot tub.
Daniel and I had lavished Sophie with all the attention we could muster, sucking and fucking and teasing her to within an inch of consciousness.
She fell asleep first, and Daniel went second, he and I face to face on the bed, noses almost touching.
After his lids grew too heavy to hold open and he went under, I rolled onto my back and waited for my turn.
I’d dreamed of things we’d never discussed, of the home we’d build together, the things we’d fill it with.
The possibilities for our future were endless.
“Will someone get me coffee?” Sophie asked.
“They have breakfast at the restaurant.”
“Just coffee.” She kicked the sheets down. “I don’t want to get dressed.”
“I don’t want you to get dressed either,” Daniel said.
“I’ll get coffee.” I tugged the waistband of my boxer briefs back up, ignoring the way my cock was still half-hard even after Daniel had sucked me dry.
The hotel was nice, but not overly fancy, so I threw on a pair of joggers, an old college t-shirt, and my sneakers before grabbing the room key and heading for the main lobby.
The Lodge at Cherry Creek was gorgeous and old, the interior of the lobby made up of wide-planked wood floors and exposed beam ceilings.
There was a stone fireplace in the middle of the room, a seating area around it made up of overstuffed leather couches that looked like they’d seen their fair share of conversations.
There was a small office behind the front desk, a middle-aged man with light hair leaning on the counter, attention focused on his phone.
The restaurant was tucked into the back of the lobby through a wide doorway and the place was already set up for a buffet-style breakfast. I didn’t believe Sophie for one second when she said she didn’t want food, so I made sure to grab her a decent assortment of baked goods and pastries along with some bacon and waffles.
“No, you don’t listen.” The doors to the kitchen were pushed open and a man in tight black jeans, a black t-shirt, and a dirty white apron bustled into the room. He’d used his butt to open the door, a tray of danish in his hand, wavy dark hair falling out of a loose knot on the top of his head.
Seconds later, someone followed him out of the kitchen, mouth full of danish.
“I’m allowed to taste the food so you don’t poison the guests,” the second man said, which earned him a middle finger from the first.
“I’m not poisoning anyone, Cameron.”
“You haven’t yet,” the other man, Cameron apparently, said.
The two men squared off, and it didn’t take long for me to realize there was no real animosity between them, just an abrasive kind of playfulness.
“I came over here as a favor for you. I have to get back to the cafe, and then after that, home to my husband.”
“James can wait, Levi.”
“I don’t want him to,” Levi snapped, shoving his hair out of his face before shouldering Cameron back into the kitchen. Their voices carried through the swinging door until Cameron stumbled back into the restaurant area with an undignified huff.
“Being reality TV famous really went to your head,” he shouted into the kitchen before turning around and seeing me there. His expression faltered and he gave me a very apologetic smile. “That was—”
“Nothing,” I supplied. “I have brothers.”
“He’s not my brother. Well, he’s my brother-in-law, but…he’s also never poisoned anyone. He’s probably the best baker I’ve ever met.”
“If the cookies last night were any indication, I believe it.”
“Did you just check in?” Cameron asked, wiping his hands on the front of his pants.
“Last night, my…” The words caught in my throat just as Daniel walked into the restaurant. He scanned the room, smiling when he found me.
Cameron watched him walk up, clocked the rings on our left hands, and nodded happily.
“Your husband,” he said.
I hadn’t really thought much about what I would call Daniel and Sophie after they were married. I’d barely gotten used to calling them boyfriend and girlfriend before September arrived and everything changed. Daniel was certainly Sophie’s husband, but what was I to either of them?
Daniel made a pleased sound in the back of his throat and he smiled at me, lips still shiny with spit from the blow job he’d given me back in the room.
“And our wife wants her coffee,” he said. “She sent me to help you carry everything.”
Cameron pulled his lips between his teeth, fighting a smile.
“You know where to find us if you need anything at all during your stay.” He grabbed a plastic serving tray from the side of the buffet table and passed it to Daniel. “We’re always happy to help, and again, not a single case of poisoning since my family has owned the place.”
Daniel blanched. “What?”
“Nothing,” I told him, setting the plate of food on the tray and flipping over a coffee mug to fill it from the carafe on the table. “I like it here.”
“It’s peaceful.”
“You know they do have Wi-Fi, though.”
We headed back through the lobby and out onto the walkway that led to our first-floor room. Sophie was still in bed when we got back, still naked, but half-covered by the sheets. She was on her phone, and right when we walked in, she looked up at us and tossed her phone onto the nightstand.
“My heroes.” She made grabby hands for the coffee, and as I’d expected, went right for the bacon.
On the dresser, Daniel’s and my ignored phones vibrated nearly simultaneously, and he handed me mine before swiping his screen.
It was a message from Sophie, sent to both of us in a group text thread. I sipped my coffee and stared at the message, waiting for it to load. It was a video, but it didn’t show up on my screen as anything more than a gray box.
“Is it loading for you?” Daniel asked, glancing over my shoulder.
I shook my head.
“That’s a shame,” Sophie said.
“How did you get service here?” I asked.
“I connected to the Wi-Fi, sent it, disconnected.”
“I thought we agreed no internet,” Daniel grumbled.
The gray box on my screen loaded a cover photo, pixelated and grainy, but it looked a lot like Sophie’s knees spread, her hand between her legs.
“You’re mean,” I told her, trying to connect to the Wi-Fi with half-awake, fully-horny, and under-caffeinated hands. She took pity on me, grabbing the phone and keying in the password before handing it back.
The video loaded quickly after that, and Daniel and I watched her finger fuck herself to another orgasm.
After the playback restarted itself, Sophie took the phone back from me, disconnected the Wi-Fi, and set it face down on the nightstand next to hers.
She took Daniel’s out of his hand next and added it to the pile, then took a long and indulgent sip of her coffee.
“Maybe after we get back home, we can go to Rapture again,” she suggested.
“I’m sure we can.”
“Maybe we can leave the playroom door open next time.”
Daniel cursed under his breath.
“I’m sure we can,” I rasped a second time.
Daniel breathed hard, the three of us waiting for someone to make a move. Finally, he blurted, “One of the guys who works here thought Finn and I were husbands.”
“Aren’t you?” she asked.
“He said you were our wife,” I said.
It was the first time I’d referred to her as anything other than Daniel’s out loud, and I didn’t even wait for jealousy or envy to rear its head. I knew there was none of that between us, especially not in the privacy of our own hotel room.
“Aren’t I?”
“Yes.” I swallowed, handed her my coffee, and she set it on the nightstand.
“And how lucky am I to have two men who wear my ring on their fingers. Two men who worship me the way you do.”
She pushed the sheets down and off, and I tossed them behind me onto the floor.
“I’m the lucky one,” I told her, lifting her ankle and resting it on my shoulder, kissing the arch of her foot.
Behind me, Daniel stripped out of his clothes and fought me out of my shirt.
His chest pressed against my back, his mouth against my hairline.
He kissed me there until I shivered, then drew his hand down the length of my spine.
“Get the rest of your clothes off, Finn,” he whispered, pushing me onto my back.
Sophie climbed on top of me while I struggled out of my pants.
Once I was free of them, he joined her, arm banded across her chest as he pulled their bodies flush.
Sophie’s fingers reached for my cock and she stroked until my hips arched off the bed, searching out something wetter and hotter than her hand.
“Just like that,” Daniel whispered, moving her until she was lined up and ready to take me inside of her. “God, I love watching you disappear inside of her.”
My jaw quivered, and he and I watched the same thing.
“What if, someday, Sophie went off her birth control?” Daniel asked.
She moaned, grinding down harder on me.
“What are you…”
“What if one of us could put a baby inside of her?”
Sophie’s cunt clenched down hard around the base of my shaft, and I grabbed her thighs to steady us both.
“Not right now,” Daniel said. “Obviously, but…”
“Maybe someday,” I whispered.
Sophie’s lashes fluttered and she nodded against Daniel’s shoulder.
“Until then.” He opened a bottle of lube and slicked his fingers, reaching down behind my balls to tease my hole. “The only thing I want to do is fuck my husband and my wife.”
My entire body shuddered, cock pulsing deep inside Sophie’s cunt.
“I like the sound of that,” I agreed.
“Soph?”
“You better.”
Daniel stretched me with careful fingers while Sophie rode me slow and deliberate.
Sweat beaded on my temple, the base of my throat, by the time Daniel adjusted Sophie on top of me so he could get his dick pressed into my asshole.
My eyes rolled back when he entered me, the sensation different from any other position we’d done before.
“Fuck, you’re tight like this,” he said, grabbing me just above the knees.
He turned Sophie’s face toward his and kissed her hard against the mouth.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he told her. “I wouldn’t have this life if it wasn’t for you.”
I bit the tip of my thumb and worked it across Sophie’s swollen clit until he she came, pouring breathy little moans into Daniel’s mouth.
With her limp and sated between us, he pushed her chest against mine and fucked me harder than he had.
His dick dragged over my prostate with every thrust and when Sophie sucked a bruise into the base of my throat, I held her body against mine and filled her with everything I had.
Daniel held out two strokes longer, pumping his load into my ass with a low grunt.
“You are the best thing,” I whispered to Sophie, tucking her hair behind her ear so I could see the soft lines around her mouth when she smiled.
Daniel grabbed my hand and kissed it, tangling his fingers around mine and not letting go. To have and to hold, he told me without words.
He was the best thing.
She was.
This was the best life.
And it was mine.