Chapter Three
Sorcha
Sorcha spent the day watching the clock. She knew it was silly, she didn't even know Finley, but she was really looking forward to their date. She had no idea where he was taking her, but she hoped it was good.
At 5:30, Acadia walked in. “Hey, boss lady. I'm here, go get ready for your date.”
“One little problem, I have no idea where we're going,” Sorcha said.
“Well, he's probably going to take you to dinner, with it being 6, so go with dressy casual. What about that gauzy violet skirt with your lavender peasant top?” Acadia suggested.
“That's perfect! Thank you,” Sorcha replied while Zen hooted from behind her.
“Even Zen thinks so,” Acadia said with a laugh.
“Come on, Zen,” Sorcha said, picking him up from his perch and heading for the back where the stairs that led to her apartment were located.
She put Zen in his cage, made sure he had something to eat, then went to get ready. She debated leaving her hair in the braids but decided to wear it loose instead. Once the braids were out, it was wavy from being braided while wet. She touched up her eyeliner, added a mauve lipstick, and a pair of ankle boots, and considered it done.
Sorcha made her way back downstairs, and two minutes to six, Finley walked in.
“Holy moly, he's fine,” Acadia whispered.
“Uh huh,” Sorcha said. Then she smiled at the man who approached.
“Hi, Finley. Don't you look sharp?” He wore black dress slacks and a royal blue button-down.
“Thanks. You look beautiful,” he said and held out a bouquet of tiger lilies. “These are for you.”
“Tiger lilies. My favorite of the lilacae family,” she said, taking the flowers from him. “Let me go put these in water and I'll be ready to go.”
“Sure thing,” he replied.
She went upstairs quickly, got the flowers in water, and headed back downstairs. “Now I'm ready,” she said, grabbing her bag.
“Have fun you two!” Acadia said from behind the counter.
When Finley offered his arm, Sorcha arched a brow but took it and let him escort her out. He led her to his SUV and held the door open for her.
“Such a gentleman,” she said as she climbed in.
“My mama raised me right,” he told her.
“So, where are we headed?” she asked once he was in the driver's seat.
“I thought we'd get dinner at Vertigo, then go dancing at Club Prophecy,” he replied. Vertigo was an Italian restaurant.
“Oh, good choices. And when we get to the club, we can bypass the line. I know the owner, so I'm on the VIP list,” she told him.
“Well, that's beneficial,” Finley replied. “I'm glad you approve,” he added as he drove to the restaurant.
“I've only been to Vertigo once, but the food was really good, so I definitely approve,” she said.
They reached the restaurant, and after he parked, he came around to help her out of the SUV. He held her hand as they entered.
“Table for two?” the hostess asked and Finley said yes. “Follow me,” she told them and led them to a table near the back.
When they reached the table, Finley helped with her chair. Then he sat across from her.
“So, tell me a bit about you,” Finley said while they waited for their server.
“Well, let's see. I'm a Virgo, you already know I'm a witch, my favorite color is purple, I'm the middle child, I have an older brother and younger sister, I hate sauerkraut, I love to dance, and I have a pet owl named Zen who is definitely not zen,” she replied.
“I noticed the owl yesterday. I think that's really cool. He's a snowy owl, right? I'm assuming it's a he, anyway.”
“Yes, it's a he,” she replied.
“Hi, I'm Sasha, I'll be your server tonight. Can I get you something to drink?” the server asked.
“I'll have the strawberry lemonade,” Sorcha told her.
“That sounds good. I'll have the same,” Finley said.
“Okay. Do you need a few moments to decide, or are you ready to order?”
“Can you give us a few minutes?” Finley asked.
“Sure thing. I'll be right back with your drinks,” the server replied and left.
They both looked over the menu while she was gone.
“I think I'm going to go with the Cotoletta alla Milanese,” Sorcha said after looking over the menu.
“I think I'm going to go with the Risotto alla Milanese,” Finley said after a moment.
When the server returned with their drinks, they gave their orders and she left.
“Now, tell me a bit about you,” Sorcha said.
“I'm the oldest of four, at thirty, I took dance lessons when I was younger, I have a black cat named Seline, I can play the guitar, self-taught, let's see, my favorite color is black, and I hate spiders.”
“Oh, another spider-hater! You, me, and my best friend Zaine have that in common.”
“Your best friend is a guy? How long have you known him?”
“Twenty years. We met when I was six and he was eight. At the time, he was friends with my brother,” Sorcha replied.
“How did you two become friends then?” Finley asked.
“A bully was harassing me at the playground and Zaine stepped in to stop it. We just started hanging out after that, and continued as we got older.”
“Ah, that would definitely do it.” The server arrived with their food and they turned their attention to eating.
“What kind of dance lessons did you take?” Sorcha asked after a minute.
“Jazz, tap, and street dancing, so I'll be able to keep up with you on the dance floor,” he told her.
Sorcha laughed. “Good to know. I like it when my partner can keep up.”
“I look forward to seeing your moves,” he told her.
The rest of their conversation was light as they ate. They talked about their childhoods and their jobs. She found out he was in finance and he asked how she became a baker, to which she'd replied, “I love to bake.”
When they took their last bite, he looked at her. “Would you like some dessert? I hear their tiramisu is really good.”
“Oh, that sounds delicious,” Sorcha replied. “Want to share it?” she asked.
“Sounds good,” he replied.
Their dessert was delivered and Sorcha took a bite. “Oh, this is really good,” she said.
“Yeah it is,” he agreed.
When they finished dessert, Finley paid the bill and they left. He drove them to Club Prophecy and found a parking spot a block away.
They held hands as they walked to the club. Already, Sorcha felt connected to him, which was crazy since they'd just met.
When they reached the club, she led him past the line to the bouncer. “Hey, Bruno, how's it going tonight?”
“Hey, Sorcha. It's going pretty good tonight. Zaine's inside if you're looking for him. Go on in,” Bruno said.
“Thanks, Bruno.” She patted his arm and led Finley inside. She started moving to the beat of the music the moment they walked in.
“What can I get you to drink?” Finley asked her once they were in the VIP section.
“Bourbon and Coke,” she replied after sitting down.
“Coming right up, Sweetheart,” he said and went to the bar.
When he returned he had a shot glass full of amber liquid for himself, along with what looked like a glass of Coke, and her drink, which he set down in front of her.
“What's your poison?” she asked, taking a sip of her drink.
“Fireball. It's my only drink since I'm driving,” he replied and downed the shot.
“Smart man,” she replied.
They sat there drinking for a few minutes before Sorcha stood. “Let's dance,” she said, taking her drink with her.
They were halfway to the dance floor when Zaine stepped in her path. “I thought that was you I saw in the VIP section.”
“Zaine! Hey!” Sorcha said, hugging him. “Zaine, this is my date, Finley. Finley, my best friend,? Zaine,” she added, introducing them to each other.
She watched as they shook hands. Finley was just a little taller than Zaine's 6-foot frame. She had an image of them naked, side by side, and had to suppress her shiver.
“Nice to meet you,” Finley said over the music.
“Right back at you,” Zaine said. “I'll let you two get to your dancing.”
“You should join us,” Sorcha told him.
“Maybe I will in a bit,” Zaine replied.
Sorcha and Finley made it to the dance floor,? and she closed the distance between them. She sipped her drink as she danced, twirling and swaying to the beat.
Ten minutes later, Zaine slid up behind her and Sorcha leaned back against him as she danced. What she wouldn't give to be between them for real.
“I'd love to get you naked between me and Zaine,” Finley leaned in and growled. “It would be hot as fuck.”
Sorcha's eyes widened. “A man who speaks his mind. Refreshing,” she said. She glanced back at her best friend, to find him watching her with a hooded gaze. Had he heard Finley? “It would be hot as fuck,” she agreed, making sure Zaine heard her too.
A growl came from behind her and she looked up at Zaine. She arched a brow in question.
“You want us both?” he asked her. “You want us to fuck you together?”
“Oh, fuck yes,” Sorcha replied.
“Then let's get the fuck out of here. My place is ten minutes away, and my bed is big enough for three,” Zaine said.
Finley pressed against her and she groaned. “You sure you want this, Sweetheart? You want us both?”
“I'm sure, Finley. I'm not a shrinking violet when it comes to sex. I want you both,” Sorcha assured them.
“Thank fuck. Let's go. We'll follow you,” Finley told Zaine.
“Let me pull my bike around the front,” Zaine said. “Then I'll lead the way.”
“No problem. We're a block south of the club,” Finley replied and slipped his arm around Sorcha to lead her to the exit.
Sorcha couldn't believe what was happening. She'd wanted Zaine for a long time, and now she was going to have him. The scary thing was, she could see this as more than a casual fling with both of them. Would they want more? Zaine, she was sure he would, but she'd just met Findley. She didn't know him well enough to know if he would or not.
“You're thinking too loud,” Finley said as they made their way to his SUV.
“Is this just a one-time thing for you?” she asked. “Spend a few hours with the witch, then be on your way?”
“Not if I have any say in it. I don't proposition every woman I take out, but you're different. I can't explain it other than, I feel this strange connection to you.”
“I feel it, too,” she told him. “It's totally crazy, but I'm a firm believer in fate and soulmates. With soulmates, there's an instant connection. And you can have more than one. I felt the connection with Zaine, too. I always have.” They got to the SUV just as Zaine pulled up beside them.
Finley held the door for her and she climbed into the passenger seat. Then he got in and waved at Zaine to let him know he was ready to follow him.
Sorcha couldn't help her excitement and nervousness as they followed Zaine to his home.
Zaine
When he'd heard Finley's words to Sorcha, he'd expected her to flip her shit on him. He knew Sorcha had casual sex. Hell, he wasn't exactly pure himself, but when she looked at him, and he saw the lust in her eyes, he'd known what her response was going to be.
Now he was leading them to his house and he had to remind himself to do the speed limit. He'd wanted her for years, and now he was getting her. He couldn't wait to get her naked. Oddly enough, he didn't mind sharing her with Finley.
He pulled into his garage, parked, and got off his bike. He was at Sorcha's side of the car before Finley could get there, and he offered his hand to help her out.
“Thanks,” she said, a little breathlessly.
Zaine led them into his house, and once the door was closed he pushed Sorcha against it. “I've wanted to do this for so long,” he said and lowered his mouth to hers. When their lips touched, he felt an electric shock go through him and he groaned.
He felt Sorcha's fingers grip his shirt and he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth when her lips parted for him. A mewling sound escaped her that went straight to his cock.
When he finally broke the kiss, they were both breathless. He was pleased with the dazed look in her eyes as he stepped back, giving Finley room to taste her as well.
?“That's fucking hot,” he growled as Finley devoured her.
Sorcha moaned and Zaine had to adjust himself.
“I think we need to get our girl naked. Let's go upstairs to the bedroom,” Zaine growled.
“Yes, let's,” Sorcha panted.
Zaine took her hand in his and led them up to his bedroom, which was done in his two favorite colors, red and black. Once there, he turned to her. “Strip for us, Angel. But go slow, entice us.”
Sorcha stepped away from them and swayed as if she were dancing. Her hands slid down to her top, gripped the hem, and slowly lifted it up her body, exposing her lacy lilac bra. She dropped the shirt and swayed, running her hands over her exposed skin. She pushed her breasts up, then moved to remove her skirt, revealing her lilac thong.
“Fuck, you're gorgeous,” Finley groaned. “You're killing us here, Sweetheart.”
Sorcha smiled at him and reached behind her to unhook her bra. She held it in place for a moment, before she let it fall to the floor.
It was Zaine's turn to groan. “Don't keep us waiting, Angel. Let us see all of you.”
She hooked her fingers into the sides of her thong and slowly slid them down her legs.
“You're shaved. Fuck, that's sexy,” Zaine growled. Both he and Finley held a hand out to her and she took their hands.
“Let's get you on the bed,” Zaine told her.
“Lay down and spread those sexy legs, let us see you,” Finley put in.
Sorcha stretched out on the bed and when she parted her legs, both men groaned.
“Beautiful,” Zaine breathed. He shared a look with Finley and they both began to strip. In silent agreement, they left their boxer briefs on as they climbed onto the bed with her.
Zaine caressed her right side, lifting his hand to massage her breast and tweak her nipple, while Finley dipped his head to trail nibbling kisses down to her left breast.
“Oh, gods,” Sorcha moaned and arched into their ministrations.
“That's it, Angel,” Zaine said as his hand slid down to trace her folds. “She's already wet for us,” he told Finley.
Finley reached down to trace her pussy lips, too and groaned. Together, they slid a finger into her and Zaine smirked at her gasp. “Like that?” he asked.
“Oh, yes,” she panted and her hips arched as they thrust their fingers in her.
“I need a taste,” Zaine said and removed his finger. He slid between her welcoming thighs and lowered his mouth to her pussy. When Finley moved his hand, he dipped his tongue into her and groaned. “So sweet,” he said and slid two fingers into her while his mouth moved to her clit to suckle it.
While he did that, Finley teased her nipples with his mouth and hand, so she was getting double stimulation.
Sorcha writhed and her hips bucked as moans of pleasure escaped her.
“Come for me, Angel,” Zaine said as he stroked her g-spot.
Finley gently bit her nipple, and the bite of pain seemed to be what she needed to send her over the edge with a cry.
Zaine kept up his ministrations, prolonging her orgasm, before he eased his fingers out of her.
“You're fucking beautiful when you come,” Finley growled. “My turn,” he added and he and Zaine switched places.
Soon enough, Sorcha was crying out again as they sent her crashing over the edge.
“I could get used to that sound,” Zaine growled.
“You and me both,” Finley put in.
“Sorcha, Angel, have you ever had anal?” Zaine asked.
“Yeah, I have,” she replied.
“Good. That's really good because I want to see you writhing between us,” he told her and kissed her. “I'll let Finley have your sweet pussy, while I take that sexy ass,” he told her.
Sorcha shuddered. “Yes, please. I want that, so bad,” she told them.
“Finley lay down and let our girl ride you while I get the lube,” Zaine said, handing him a condom.
He watched as Finley rolled on the condom and laid down, and groaned when Sorcha straddled him and lowered herself onto his cock. He went to his dresser got the lube and returned to the bed. He positioned himself behind Sorcha and gently pushed her down so she was laying on Finley. He poured lube onto his fingers and worked two of them into her ass. Then he worked a third in, stretching her for him.
“Please,” Sorcha whimpered.
“I can deny you nothing,” Zaine told her. He slid on a condom, lubed himself, and moved into position. He pressed into her slowly and groaned. “Fuck, you're so tight.”
“Damn it, Zaine, move. I'm not going to last long at this rate,” Finley groaned out.
Zaine eased back until just the tip was in, then thrust back in. Soon he set up a steady pace, and they built up a rhythm between them.
“Oh fuck, I'm close,” Sorcha panted.
“Come for us, Sweetheart,” Finley said, thrusting up into her at the same time Zaine thrust down.
“Ohhhh…” Sorcha cried out and her body clenched around the cocks inside her as she fell over the edge.
Her clenching tugged them both over with cries of their own and Zaine collapsed on Sorcha's back. Then he withdrew, removed the condom, and tied it off.
He tossed it in the bedside trash can and then helped Sorcha off of Finley. He watched as Finley removed his condom and tied it off before tossing it in the trash can too.
“I don't think I can move,” Sorcha said from where she lay in the middle of the bed.
“Then don't.? Stay the night. It's Friday and you don't work at the bakery tomorrow.” Yeah, he knew her schedule by heart.
“What about you, Finley?” Zaine asked. “You want to stay?”
“And wake up with our girl between us? Fuck yes,” Finley replied.
They stretched out on either side of her and Zaine pulled the covers up. “Sleep, Angel, because we're far from through. Now that I've had you, I'm not letting go.”
“I second that sentiment. I'm not going anywhere either,” Finley said.
“M'kay,” she replied as they snuggled against her.
Zaine turned off the light and turned his attention to the woman who was finally in his bed. He watched as she slowly fell asleep. Finley soon followed, but it took a little longer before sleep finally claimed him.