Chapter Eleven
Sorcha
Two days later, Sorcha was watching as her belongings, including Zen's cage, were loaded into the moving truck. She couldn't believe she was really doing this. She was moving in with her best friend. But he was so much more than that. He, along with Finley, was her world.
“I can't believe you're really moving in with me. I've wanted you with me for so long,” Zaine said.
“I can't believe it either,” Sorcha replied. She leaned against him as the last of her boxes were loaded up. She had Zen in a crate, and he would be loaded into the back of Finley's SUV.
“Have you given any thought to moving in with us, Fin?” Zaine asked.
Fin? I kind of like that. I'm seriously considering it,” Finley replied. “I have to admit, I've slept like shit since we got back from Scotland. I miss having our girl curled up between us.”
“It's a standing offer. When you make up your mind, let us know,” Zaine told him.
“We're ready to go,” the driver of the moving truck said after loading Zen's crate into the SUV.
“Right. Follow me. See you at home Angel,” Zaine said and kissed her. He got on his bike, revved the engine, and headed out with the moving truck behind him.
“Let's go, Sweetheart,” Finley said, opening the passenger door for her. Her car was already at Zaine's, they'd taken it over earlier.
She slid in and put on her seatbelt then waited for Finley to get in. She leaned over and kissed her cheek before she laughed at Zen hooting in the back.?
“Sounds like he's ready to go too,” Finley said with a laugh of his own. He started the SUV and headed out, following the moving truck and Zaine.
Zaine
When he got to the house, he parked in the garage next to Sorcha's car and went out to unlock the door for the movers. By the time they'd started unloading, Finley and Sorcha arrived.
“Let's get this boy inside,” Zaine said, going to the back of the SUV. He and Finley each took a side of the crate and carried it inside. All while Zen hooted and flapped his wings.
Once they got the crate inside, he watched as Sorcha opened it and took him out. “There now beautiful boy, we're all moved. Your cage will be set up soon,” she said soothingly as she petted him. “He'll settle down once he's in his cage. He's not used to being in a car,” she told them.
Zaine approached and Zen nipped at him before letting him pet him. “Poor boy,” he said gently.
Sorcha smiled up at him. “He's always liked you.”
“He's a good boy,” Zaine said. Zen made a noise that was almost like a trilling at all the attention he was getting.
Finley approached and reached out slowly to pet down his back too.
“He might nip at you, but he won't bite. He's just nervous from the move,” Sorcha told him.
“He's a beautiful bird,” Finley said.
Once the cage was set up along the living room wall, Sorcha carried him inside and put him on his perch. He ruffled his feathers and then settled down.
“I have a question, Angel. What are you going to do with the apartment, since it's furnished?” Zaine asked.
“I was thinking of putting a lock on the door that's inside the shop and renting it out. That way I'll get some residual income from it,” Sorcha replied.
“That's actually a good idea,” Finley said. “As long as you vet anyone you rent it out to. You don't want a bad element staying over your shop.”
“Yeah. It's something to think about,” Sorcha said. “By the way, is there any word on your boss?” she asked.
“Not yet. I'm going to check on him tomorrow,” Finley replied.
“Keep us posted,” Zaine said. “How about I order dinner and we get this celebration started?”
“Yes, feed me. I'm starving,” Sorcha said with a grin.
Half an hour later they were chowing down on supreme pizza and drinking wine. “If you're going home, you can only have one glass,” Zaine told Finley.
“I figured I'd stay the night,” Finley replied. “If that's okay with you two,” he added.
“That's perfect,” Zaine said. “We can take good care of our girl then.”
“I am one lucky girl,” Sorcha said, finishing her wine and pouring a second glass. “I've got two sexy men waiting to ravish me.”
“Yes, you do,” Zaine said.
“And we are definitely going to ravish you,” Finley put in.
Zaine smirked at her shiver. “Yes, we will,” he growled. “Starting now,” he said and moved behind her. He dipped down and trailed kisses along her throat.
Sorcha tipped her head to the side, giving him better access, and gasped when Zaine gently bit her.
Finley crawled underneath the table and slipped beneath her skirt. “Lift,” he commanded, and she lifted her hips so he could remove her panties.
“That's a good girl,” Zaine said and removed her shirt, and then her bra. His hands went to her breasts and tweaked her nipples while he knew Finley tortured her sweet pussy.
Soon Sorcha was writhing on the chair, and he leaned down to nip her throat again. “Come for him, Angel,” he ordered and tweaked her nipples again.
Sorcha cried out, her hips bucking, and Zaine smirked. “Good girl,” he growled.
When Sorcha collapsed back against the chair, Finley crawled out from under the table. “Delicious,” he said and kissed her.
Zaine waited until Finley pulled back before he kissed her too. Then he scooped her up out of the chair.
“What about the dishes?” Sorcha said.
“They can wait. I need to be buried inside you,” Zaine replied.
“Okay,” she breathed and nuzzled him.
He carried her to his bedroom and put her on her feet. Then he knelt and slowly slid her skirt and panties off. He picked up one leg and draped it over his shoulder. He leaned in and buried his mouth against her pussy.
Sorcha cried out and threw her head back. When Finley moved behind her, she leaned back against him, which put her at a better angle for Zaine to devour her.
Zaine slid two fingers into her and watched as Finley fondled her luscious breasts and tweaked her nipples.
“Oh, Goddess yes,” Sorcha moaned as her hips bucked.
“That's it, Angel. Come for me,” Zaine told her before he suckled her clit.
That seemed to be all Sorcha needed to send her crashing over the edge with a shout.
Zaine kept thrusting his fingers and suckling her clit, prolonging her orgasm, until she stopped bucking against him. Then he withdrew and stood.
“Finley, it's time we strip and give our girl what she needs—our cocks,” Zaine said.
“Fuck yes, it is,” Finley replied, and they both stripped quickly.
“I'll let you have her sweet pussy tonight, I want her fine ass,” Zaine growled as he handed Finley a condom and grabbed the lube.
Finley moved to lie down on the bed and rolled the condom on. Zaine helped Sorcha onto the bed and groaned as she lowered herself onto Finley's cock.
He crawled onto the bed with them and gently pushed Sorcha down so she was laying on Finley, giving him access to what he wanted. He lubed up and slowly eased into her ass.
Sorcha moaned as she was filled, and soon Finley's and Zaine's moans joined hers.
They moved together, each chasing their own orgasms, and Zaine slid a hand between them to stroke Sorcha's clit.
“Oh yes…I'm so close,” Sorcha panted.
Finley moved a hand to her breast and tweaked her nipple.
The combination of pleasure and pain seemed to be all she needed to fall over with a scream.
Zaine and Finley roared with their releases as her body tightened around them.
Zaine collapsed on her for a moment before he slowly withdrew and got rid of his condom.
“I don't think I can move,” Sorcha mumbled.
Zaine chuckled and helped her roll off of Finley without hurting him.
Once Finley disposed of the condom, the trio curled up in bed together. Zaine caressed Sorcha's side and felt her relax against him. “Sleep, Angel. You've earned it.”
“Mm. You too,” she mumbled.
“I will, beautiful,” he promised. He watched as first Sorcha and then Finley fell asleep. He nuzzled Sorcha and kissed her temple. Then he let himself relax. His last thought as sleep claimed him was my family is almost perfect. We just need Finley here too.