Chapter 23
Co-Mingling
Dante
While we eat pizza at the dining room table, we talk about the week. Afterward, we move into the family room. Sara picks her comfort movie for the night, Happy Death Day.
When I settle on the couch, she sits beside me, but I pull her against me. Wanting her close, needing the connection. We’ve shifted a few times and now my back rests in the corner while she leans on my chest with the popcorn bowl on her lap.
As far as big reveals go, Sara being a virgin isn’t one I was expecting.
My fingertips trail along her upper arm. I keep wondering if I should have known, but at no point did I feel she was that inexperienced.
Fuck, I shoved my cock into her throat.
Tom’s going to kill me.
If Wyatt doesn’t kill me first.
If Wyatt knew how deep her devotion to him went, he would have claimed her long ago. There’s no way I can take that from her and him. Not even if she thinks that’s what she wants. She may be mine now, but she’s always been Wyatt’s.
A friend of Sara’s is in a relationship with four men. It was a publicity nightmare for a few months, but things have settled since they went public. They go out on dates all together. I’ve seen them. She gives them all attention and they all clearly adore her.
Could I imagine sharing Sara with Finn and Wyatt? Honestly, it’s not hard to envision. Will Tom murder us all in our sleep? Probably. But add in Drew? Where the hell does he fit in? He’s not one of us.
But if he means something to Sara, can I look past that? Because she doesn’t seem to want to let go of any of us and no one has asked her to choose yet.
Wyatt doesn’t know about any of this but Drew... He might be the tipping point for Wyatt.
Sara squirms on my lap, making my cock harden. Fuck, I wasn’t lying about being able to go all night with her. The things I’ve imagined would make her blush. And that just makes my cock ache more.
Imagining showing her all the ways I can make her come.
When she squirms again, I draw her closer.
“What’s wrong, pip?” I angle her chin so I can see her beautiful, frustrated eyes.
She wets her lips. “I’m... restless.”
Her thighs shift together. When I grabbed her pajamas, I didn’t realize they were a tank top without a built-in bra and shorts that bared her legs. After the kitchen discussion, I tried to keep my thoughts neutral and ignore her hardened nipples poking against the soft fabric.
The girl on the screen screams. I arch an eyebrow.
“Do horror movies turn you on, pip?” The backs of my fingers graze the side of her breast as I trail them down her arm.
She sucks in a breath. “No. But apparently Vikings do.”
I chuckle, but she presses her ass back against my erection. “What do you want to do about it?”
She shivers against me and her legs fall open. Her hand slips beneath her shorts, but I grab her wrist.
“No, pip.” I can’t watch her fuck herself again. My self-control barely made it through the first time. “Let me take care of you.”
I draw her arms up and wrap them around my neck, stretching her body over mine.
“Yes, please,” she whispers and my cock jerks.
I skim my hands over her breasts. The cotton tank is soft to the touch, but I need to feel her skin. I gather the hem and slowly drag it up to reveal her breasts. I tug it off over her head and drop the tank on the floor.
Her fingers grab my hair tie and pull it loose, freeing my blond hair as she settles back against me. She slides her hands into my hair, sending little bolts of lust through my veins.
I move her slightly so I have the best view of her perfect breasts. In the shower, I held one and she pressed them against my back and chest. On her bed, they lifted with her every breath. But here and now, they’re finally mine to explore and admire.
They fill my hands as I take their weight. She gasps softly. Her nipples are pink and small, pebbled into two peaks, begging for my touch, my tongue. I want to suck them into my mouth, but I don’t want to move her again. Not yet.
Holding my finger in front of her lips, I whisper in her ear, “Suck on it, pip. Make it nice and wet for me.”
She moans and takes my finger into her mouth, sucking, licking it to perfection.
Her thighs shift against each other. I draw my finger out and rub the wetness around her nipple.
She whimpers and arches into my touch. I hold my other finger in front of her mouth and she takes it in, sucking it, while I play with her nipple.
I remove my finger and use her saliva to slide around her other nipple. She releases a small moan. Her legs move restlessly as she squirms on me. When I pinch her nipples, she gasps at the sudden bite of pain.
“Tell me, Sara,” my voice low and soothing, “what does a good girl do?”
She moans as I torment her nipples. “Whatever you want, boss.”
“Mmm, good girl.” I slide my hands down her sides and push her shorts down.
“I want to be your good girl.” Her fingers dig into my hair.
I lift her hips and slide her shorts and panties off, dropping them with her tank on the floor. Her breath shudders in and out of her.
When my fingers slide along her wet pussy, she sucks in a harsh breath.
“I want to taste you.” I kiss her temple as I shift with her. “Ride my face, good girl.”
“Dante,” she whimpers as I shift us into a position that will work.
I’m flat on the couch when I lift her and turn her. Dragging her up my body, I find her mouth with mine, while my hands explore her breasts between us. Her tongue slides against mine.
My shirt rode up when I shifted her so her bare pussy caresses my abs. How easy would it be to push my shorts down and slide my cock into her warm, wet heat? How good would she feel? So fucking tight. Fuck.
I drag her the rest of the way up until that pussy is right above my mouth. She kneels over me in the corner of the sectional and leans her arms on the back of it.
“You’re so wet, pip.” I part her pussy lips to look at her. Fuck, pink, glistening, beautiful. “Give me a taste.”
I grab her hip and pull her down so my tongue can swipe along her pussy.
“Ahh.” She tries to lift off me, but I grab her thighs and growl against her pussy. “Dante, oh, fuck.”
I latch on with my mouth, suctioning against her clit. Needy little noises come from her throat as I circle my fingertip around her entrance before sliding inside, thrusting it in and out. She finds a rhythm, grinding against my face.
Needing more of her, I draw my finger out and slide my tongue into her pussy, taking her essence. She’s heady, like a drug, and I want so much more.
“Oh, fuck.” Her hand clutches at my hair as her first orgasm bears down on her.
I return to sucking her clit and thrust two fingers deep into her pussy, shattering her around me one more time. She cries out as she rides my mouth and fingers. I lick her clean while she comes down.
Dragging her down on my body, I find her mouth with mine and kiss her, letting her taste herself on my tongue. When her hips begin to rock, I break away from the kiss and lower her head to my chest.
“Just relax, pip.” I stroke my hands down her bare back as she cuddles into me. I grab the blanket off the back of the couch and cover us.
Sara
Light hits my closed eyelids and something hard pokes into my hip. I blink open my eyes and see Finn sitting in the armchair. I fell asleep. On top of Dante. Naked.
Heat floods my face as I realize what this looks like. A blanket at least covers me.
“Good morning, flower.” Finn’s green eyes smile.
Dante grabs my ass cheek and grinds his erection up against me. I moan as awareness floods my body and my pussy grows wetter.
I lift to look down at Dante’s sleeping face.
“You might want to wake him, flower.” Finn gives me a flirty look. “He’s likely to forget himself and plunge into your pretty little pussy.”
“Fuck off, Finn.” Dante shifts beneath me, making me acutely aware of how naked I am and he’s not at all.
“That’s not very nice. After all, I brought you both coffee and sweets, but I see you’ve already sampled the sweets.” Finn reaches down to the floor and plucks up my pajamas and panties. “Yours?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“I take it Wyatt is the odd man out of who’s seen you naked?”
My mouth opens and closes. “Technically, you and Drew haven’t seen me naked.”
“Care to change that, flower?” Finn’s green eyes are alluring and I want to fall into them, but I’m also still a little sleepy and need to use the bathroom.
“Maybe after breakfast?” I pull the blanket around me and slide off Dante. I pause in front of Finn and hold out my hand.
“There’s a fee.” He lifts a dark eyebrow.
I roll my eyes but open the blanket. His gaze takes in every inch of me and I know Dante is watching. Fuck it. I drop the blanket entirely and hold out my hand for my pajamas.
Finn’s darkened eyes meet mine. “Very nice, flower.”
A shiver ripples through me, but he doesn’t touch me. He holds out my pajamas and I take them and head into the bathroom. It’s only a half bath, but Mom keeps spare toothbrushes and paste in there so I freshen up after I dress.
When I walk out, Finn and Dante both sit with their hands clasped between their knees and their heads practically together.
I clear my throat. “Am I interrupting?”
“No, pip.” Dante stands and towers over me. His hand caresses my ass as he makes his way to the bathroom and closes the door.
“Come here, flower.” Finn holds his hand out to me and I take it.
I’ve stopped trying to overthink this. I like each of these guys and I’m attracted to all of them, so who cares if I want to see where this can lead.
He pulls me down to straddle his lap. His thumb grazes my jawline as he wraps a hand around the back of my neck. “I heard something rather interesting. Something I suspected, but didn’t have proof of.”
I set my hands on his shoulders and tilt my head at him. “What’s that?”
He smirks and gestures for me to come in for a secret.
I blow my hair out of my face and lean in.
He tips my chin to the side so his mouth touches my earlobe. A little shiver chases through me along with the tingles his touch causes.
“You didn’t tell me you’ve never had sex, flower.” He catches my earlobe in his mouth and sucks on it.
I gasp and squirm in his lap at the aching throb in my pussy.
He releases my earlobe and whispers, “Tell me, was I the first to put my tongue on your pussy?”
My breath catches and I whisper, “Yes.”
The sound of approval he makes ruins my panties. “Good girl.”
“You said you brought coffee.” Dante’s voice makes my cheeks flush as I turn my attention to him.
“Yes, we should have breakfast and help our girl pack.” Finn helps me stand before rising and tipping my face up. His green eyes search mine. “To be continued, flower.”
He captures my lips in a soul-searing kiss. Fuck, he’s an excellent kisser.
Finn lifts his mouth from mine and groans. “You make me want to behave badly.”
I laugh. “Isn’t that how you always behave?”
He grins and tugs me into the dining room. Dante holds a coffee out to me.
“Mocha latte.”
“Mmm, my favorite.” I take it and sip with a little moan. My eyes widen at the box of pastries and my stomach growls. I pick a cinnamon scone and sit at the table.
Finn appears with a few plates and slides one under my scone. He returns my smile before sitting next to me and grabbing his own pastry.
Dante grabs the remaining pastries and puts both on his plate, taking the seat on the other side of me.
“So you’re finally moving in with us?” Finn sets his coffee down, tears off a piece of his chocolate croissant, and pops it in his mouth.
I swallow my mouthful of coffee and blow out a breath. “Looks like.”
I’m still not sure how this is going to work with Wyatt. Working with him is hard enough. Seeing him all the time, knowing I can’t have him. What if he has a woman over? What if any of them have women over?
“So...” I pick at my scone and glance at Dante and then Finn. “You know what would make me more comfortable about moving in?”
“What, pip?”
I swallow. “If we have a no-women policy?”