Chapter 11
SOPHIE
Iwoke up the next morning with the slightest pressure behind my right eye, a sure sign that last glass of wine had been a bad idea.
Confident I would still be in better shape than Finn, I untangled myself from Daniel’s heavy arms and padded barefoot into the bathroom.
I grabbed some painkillers and a glass of water, then made my way down the hall to the guest room.
Finn had slept with the door cracked open, and there was no real explanation for how endearing I found that.
I tapped my fingernails against the doorframe loudly enough he could hear it if he was awake but not so loud it would wake him prematurely if he wasn’t.
“I’m alive,” he muttered.
“Can I come in?”
“Your house.”
I knocked my shoulder into the door and pushed it open, not bothering to pretend the sight of Finn either half naked or more than that didn’t draw a reaction out of me.
He was in bed still, bedding bunched around his hips and head resting against the pillows.
Finn absolutely didn’t have a shirt on, and I did at least try to not wonder if he was wearing underwear or not beneath the sheets.
“How’s your head?” I asked, passing him the water and the bottle of pills.
“It’s been better.”
He propped the glass on his thigh and twisted open the cap, dropping three pills into his hand. He made quick work of swallowing them, letting his head bang against the wall as he did.
“Finish the water,” I suggested.
“Is that an order?”
He didn’t even look at me when he said it, but I heard the sharp intake of breath after the words left his mouth. Glancing up, I caught him pull his lips between his teeth and groan.
“Finn.” I set my hand on his leg, the blankets and sheets still between us, the bottle of medicine in his lap. “There aren’t wrong answers.”
“Not sure that’s the truth.”
“There aren’t wrong answers here,” I corrected.
“Yet.”
“I don’t want to do this with you if you’re convinced it will fail,” I said, and even though I hated the taste of them, the words were the truth.
Finn closed his eyes and nodded. “You’re right, that’s not fair of me.”
He held my stare, blue eyes searching mine. I wasn’t sure what he found, but it must have satisfied him because the tension left him on the next breath. I gave his leg a quick squeeze, then grabbed the bottle and tested the cap to make sure it was on tight.
“How do you take your coffee?” I asked.
“Too sweet.”
Just like Daniel, I thought. I wondered if they knew that about each other or if it was a secret I discovered the two of them were yet to find out.
“There’s spare toothbrushes in the cabinet under the sink in the bathroom,” I told him. “Not because we make a habit of this, but because we buy in bulk.”
Finn chuckled. “I appreciate the clarification.”
“Daniel sleeps late on the weekends, so when you get up, try to be quiet?”
“As a mouse,” Finn whispered.
I wanted to kiss him, but I could taste the sour bitterness of sleep in my mouth and as romantic as that could have been, I didn’t want it to be our first kiss. I…was surprised to even be thinking about our first kiss, shocked that it mattered to me in a way that hadn’t mattered for anyone before.
I left Finn in the guest room, pulled the door to the primary closed so Daniel could sleep longer, then headed to the kitchen to make coffee.
Down the hall, I heard Finn in the bathroom, but the man was exceedingly capable of being quiet.
The toilet flushed, the water ran, and I dumped three and a half spoonfuls of sugar into the mug of coffee I’d poured for Finn.
When he joined me in the kitchen, he hesitated.
I crooked my finger and beckoned him closer until there wasn’t much more than the mug between us.
He hadn’t bothered getting dressed. Instead he’d put on his pants but left the button undone.
The waistband of his underwear was visible above the zipper; so was the dark line of curls that led up toward his navel.
“My eyes are up here, ma’am,” he said softly, taking the mug out of my hand.
I let my stare drag up his stomach, his chest, his throat, before leaning back enough I was able to see his face. Finn obviously hadn’t shaved, a little bit more than a five o’clock shadow coloring his jawline. He had dark bags under his eyes, but if anything, they made him look more attractive.
Unfair.
I looked like a raccoon when I didn’t get enough sleep, not a sex god carved from marble.
“How’s the coffee?” I asked. “Sweet enough?”
The corner of Finn’s mouth twitched and he took a sip, eyes going wide before a quiet moan slipped out of him.
“You heard too sweet and knew exactly what to do,” he murmured, reaching past me and setting the mug on the counter. He boxed me in with his arms, slowly settling his hands on my waist. He was definitely giving me enough time to tell him no, but I wasn’t going to.
“Three and a half scoops,” I told him.
Finn hummed, nodded, then dragged his hands over my hips and down to my thighs.
His fingers dug into my skin, and I raised onto my toes, making it easier for him to pick me up and lift me onto the counter.
I hadn’t even thought about getting dressed for the day yet either.
I’d gone to bed in an oversized button-up and pair of cotton panties.
My ass hit the cool counter, and Finn’s warm hands traced their way back to my waist. I hooked my ankles around the back of his thighs and drew him closer, happy to be almost eye level with him.
He exhaled a soft breath against my chin, his hands finally reaching my face. Again, he studied me quietly, but his expression didn’t give away what he was looking for…or what he found.
“You can kiss me,” I told him.
Finn huffed out a laugh. “You can kiss me,” he said, but his mouth was already moving toward mine and it was no work at all to meet him halfway.
Our lips touched, tongues next, and then it was the taste of coffee and toothpaste and the desperate low groan from the back of Finn’s throat.
He leaned into me hard, holding me upright so I didn’t fall, and I grabbed him by the hair, threading my fingers into the very soft and slightly too long strands.
“God,” Finn groaned into my mouth, and I pulled his hair harder, smiling when I got the same reaction as the first time.
We kissed until we were breathless, until I was wrapped around him so tight I couldn’t even feel the counter beneath me anymore.
Finn held me in his arms, his hands roaming my back as he explored my mouth with a long and curious tongue.
God, the man could kiss. He lifted me off the counter, walked me to the dining room, and laid me down on the table.
I was glad I’d taken the time to clean up before going to bed the night before, and as my back hit the wood and Finn spread himself out over top of me, I closed my eyes and let him.
His hands finally made their way beneath my shirt, skating up my ribs to the sides of my breasts.
He took my nipple between his fingers, kneading gently until I arched away from the table and right into his chest. Finn broke the kiss then, gasping for air and burying his face against the crook of my neck.
He palmed my breast and groaned, stilling himself entirely.
“Not gonna fuck you on your dining room table,” he whispered, nipping at my earlobe.
“Ever?”
Finn laughed, and pulled me up until I was sitting. “Not now,” he amended.
He took a step away from the table, and I tucked my hair behind my ears, suddenly feeling very exposed. The hot ache between my legs was hard to ignore, and I shifted my weight, trying to alleviate some of the want Finn had put there.
I wasn’t a jealous woman, but damn I wanted to know what it had been like for the two of them before.
Two forces of nature, crashing together in the middle of something beautiful and horrible, burning and smoldering before they even had a chance to start.
How many times had they seen each other before it went wrong?
What had they done together? What would they do now?
“You can’t seriously leave me like this,” I murmured, spreading my legs a little and lifting the hem of my shirt.
Maybe it was bold and forward of me. Maybe it was the way I would have gotten what I wanted from Daniel, but he and Finn were far too alike for their own good, even if they didn’t know it yet.
I rubbed my fingers over the damp material between my legs, shivering when my nail dragged across my clit. Finn’s stare lingered where I touched myself, just as I’d kept my attention below his hips when he’d first woken up.
“I imagine not,” he agreed, stalking back toward me.
“Your coffee’s gonna get cold.”
“I’m sure you have a microwave.”
Finn grinned at me and hooked his arms under my knees, hauling me toward the edge of the dining room table.
He buried his face between my legs, lapping his tongue over the soaked cotton before shoving it to the side and sealing his mouth against my dripping cunt.
I fell backward, forearms braced against the table and my head flung back, biting the inside of my cheek to stifle my moans.
I wasn’t trying to hide the sex from Daniel.
I sincerely wanted him to sleep in if he could.
He’d always been a horrible sleeper, tossing and turning until far too late in the night for an early alarm to be reasonable.
The weekdays were hell and giving him peace on the weekends was the least I could do.
But Finn made it impossible to stay quiet.
He dragged his tongue up to my clit, and he kissed me there, swirling his tongue and sucking up the wetness that followed. Finn dug his fingers into my thighs, and I grabbed his hair again, making sure he couldn’t get away from where I wanted him the most.
“Use your fingers,” I managed to tell him, desperate to be licked and filled at the same time.
Much like Daniel, he didn’t need to be told twice.
Finn eased one finger into me and then another, easily searching out my g-spot before applying the perfect amount of pressure.
He set a steady, torturous pace, and before long the sound of his fingers thrusting in and out of me drowned out the happy growls coming out of his mouth.
I was so hot for him, so wet, and so close to coming all over my dining room table.
A quiet rustle of clothing from the hallway caught my attention, and I looked over just in time to see Daniel there, standing in his plaid pajama pants, his hand pressing urgently at the base of his cock.
Finn hesitated, paused, then put a third finger into me, his stare locked on Daniel the whole time.
Daniel’s heavy breathing quickly joined the morning noise, and then Finn dragged his teeth against my already over-sensitive clit and sent me cannonballing over the edge.
With Daniel awake, I didn’t need to stifle myself, I didn’t need to be quiet.
I came with a high-pitched cry, my body jerking under Finn’s attention, hips bucking hard against his jaw.
He held on tight, in me and on top of me, making sure he didn’t lose contact or speed until I smacked his head to shove him off of me.
Finn rocked back onto his heels and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and I collapsed on the table, boneless and sated.