Chapter 20
DANIEL
Dinner was hell, knowing Sophie had on that matching set beneath her beige loungewear.
I barely made it through the meal, cell phone burning a hole in my pocket with the photo she’d sent to me and Finn after her shower.
To pass the time, we talked about the wedding cake tasting, if she wanted to try another baker (she didn’t), if we were okay with not having a vanilla tier (we were), and what frosting colors would go best with the theme (we didn’t know).
There were so many things about the wedding we hadn’t discussed, mostly because for so many years it had seemed like an impossible thing.
The distance had always existed between us, and I would have happily lived the rest of my life with Sophie a continent away if that was what worked best for us.
Her moving to LA was icing on the cake, but wedding planning had proven to be a bit more than I’d bargained for.
Put that on top of Finn, and sometimes I found myself feeling a little overwhelmed by how amazing my life had turned out to be.
After we finished eating, Sophie pulled out her laptop and her wedding mood board, both of us agreeing we needed to settle on colors for the wedding. We also needed to settle on a location.
“What about the big courtroom in Santa Ana?” Sophie’s nails clacked against the keyboard and she pulled up some images of the courthouse. I leaned over her shoulder and looked at the screen.
“It’s a vibe,” I agreed.
“And we’d just get married by a clerk, then?”
“Probably.” Sophie leaned her head back until I kissed her. “I don’t know.”
I reached past her and closed her laptop, and two seconds later, the doorbell chimed announcing Finn’s arrival.
I gave Sophie one more kiss against her temple, then went to answer the door.
I was nervous, palms sweaty when I unlocked the deadbolt and grabbed the doorknob.
When I pulled the door open, Finn was there and instead of being dressed for work as I expected, he looked like he was fresh out of a shower.
His brown hair darker than normal, slicked back with a few loose strands falling in front of his forehead.
He had on a plain white t-shirt and light denim jeans, cuffed above his bare ankles and an expensive-looking pair of white sneakers.
Finn also had a bag slung over his shoulder and an expression on his face that did nothing to hide his nervousness.
“Hey,” I greeted, stepping out of the way to let him in.
“Hey.”
This was different from our dinner date the night before, certainly different from his outing with Sophie. There was no hiding what the intent of our weekend was, and while we’d already explored various forms of intimacy together, all of us knew whatever happened next was going to be big.
“Do you want to put your bag in the bedroom?” I asked.
“Yours or the guest room?”
“Whatever feels best. Sophie’s in the dining room. Come find us after you decide.”
Finn eyed me warily before disappearing down the hallway. I didn’t wait to see which room he chose, knowing either would be fine. When I got back to the dining room, Sophie had poured herself a glass of wine and she stood in the middle of the kitchen frowning at the whiskey.
“What’s got you looking so out of sorts?” I asked.
“I don’t know how to make a Manhattan,” she said.
The quiet slap of Finn’s bare feet against the floor grew louder behind us, and he slid one arm around Sophie’s waist and propped his chin on her shoulder. “Do you want me to show you?”
Sophie made a demure little sound that had no place coming out of someone who had on such an indecent set of lingerie under their clothes.
Finn skated his hands up her sides, taking her top with him until his fingers brushed against the dark lace of her bra.
He kissed the side of her neck, baring his teeth against her skin.
“Very simple, alright? Cold glass with ice. Shaker.”
I’d already planned for this, knowing it was Finn’s drink of choice and anticipating we’d all need a little liquid courage.
I opened the freezer and pulled out a crystal tumbler, three ice cubes already stuck together inside.
Finn’s stare flickered up to mine, softening as Sophie took the glass out of my hand and set it down in front of the liquor tray.
“Two shots of whiskey, one shot of vermouth.” Finn’s hands danced across Sophie’s ribs while she twisted open caps and did her best to pour the liquor into the glass without spilling.
“Then what?”
“Dash of bitters.”
She found the bottle, shook some out.
“Mix it well,” he murmured, hands sliding down her ribs to the waistband of her pants. “Then into the glass with a cherry or two.”
Sophie swallowed hard. It was so rare to see her unsettled sexually, but I didn’t think I’d get tired of it.
Even when Finn was over the first time, Sophie had no issues taking charge and telling us what she wanted.
I expected the same. Finn and I had even talked about the soft submission I often displayed for Sophie, but that wasn’t what I was getting.
His fingers dusted across her bare skin until she dropped the second cherry into the glass and shoved the bottle away and grabbed the counter to brace herself.
“What do you want to drink?” he asked her.
“I’ve been drinking wine all night.”
“Okay.” Finn angled his head toward me. “And him?”
“Daniel?” Sophie asked, a little breathless.
Finn’s hands had moved from her waist to her belly, toying with the few inches of skin between the band of her pants and her navel. All I could think about was Finn tugging down the soft cotton and finding more of that gorgeous blue lace against Sophie’s flushed skin.
“Vodka soda is fine for me,” I said.
“Do you have another glass in the freezer?”
I hadn’t thought that far ahead, too focused on wanting the mess of a man who’d gotten away from me this time last year. I opened the cabinet and took out a clean glass, filled it with ice, then slid it down the counter to where Sophie and Finn stood.
“Do you know how to do this one?” he whispered into her ear.
Sophie’s lashes fluttered. “Tell me, just to be sure.”
She could make a vodka soda in her sleep.
“Two shots of vodka,” Finn told her anyway, the curve of his smile making it clear he knew she didn’t need instruction.
Sophie popped open the bottle and poured two shots on top of the ice.
A little clear liquor splashed against her finger and before she could wipe it off, Finn grabbed her wrist, lifted her hand to his mouth and sucked it off her knuckle.
Sophie moaned, pressing into him, and I wondered if we’d been ambitious thinking we could make it an entire weekend together.
“Delicious,” he murmured. “Now top if off with soda. Squeeze in a lime.”
She managed her way through the instructions, knife steady when she reached for the lime.
She cut it, squeezed, and pushed the drink toward me with a desperate glance.
Sophie was beyond horny, to the point where her thoughts were overrun with sex.
It was rare for her to allow herself to get so caught up in the moment, her need for control and oversight more prevalent than almost anything else in her life.
Maybe getting herself off in the shower had been the right thing to do.
Her blood was flowing, anticipation for Finn heightening her senses.
Mine too.
She wasn’t the only one affected by him, by the sight of him. Watching him touch her softer than a feather, seeing the gooseflesh break out across her skin in the wake of his fingers, had my own cock thickening against my thigh. As much as Sophie wanted, so did I.
So did Finn.
“Now what?” she asked. Finn pressed his body against hers, and she moaned, going pliant against him. It was the first time I felt jealous of my fiancé, the first time I wanted to be in her place instead of by her side.
“Is this a safe space?”
Knowing what I knew now about Finn’s history, I understood the question wasn’t something he asked in jest. Finn truly needed to trust that Sophie and I were solid and steady or else there was no way for him to relax enough to really find pleasure in being with us.
And we did want that. We wanted it with him more than we’d wanted it with any partner before him.
Sophie and I were not new to being open.
We’d shared partners more times than I could count, but this thing with Finn was different, and this weekend was our chance to prove it to him.
“Yes,” I told him.
Finn rubbed his cheek against Sophie’s hair and looked at me from the corner of his eye, fingers still working circles and swirls over her waist and her hips.
“Then I want you to suck my dick.” He buried his nose in Sophie’s hair, thrusting his hips against her ass. “I want you to suck my dick.”
Sophie took a drink of her wine and then she turned to face him.
Finn leaned in for a kiss but Sophie sank down to her knees.
Her clever fingers undid the fly of his jeans, tugging them open enough for her to get his underwear down and his cock out.
Finn’s erection sprang free, and Sophie curled her long fingers and manicured nails around his swollen and flushed shaft, then she took him all the way into her mouth.
Finn cursed under his breath, bracing himself against the counter with one hand and threading the other through her hair.
He slowed her pace, head lolling back as Sophie settled into sucking him off the way he wanted.
Again, the sounds leaving her mouth were indecent, wet and sloppy and desperate, and it was all I could do to stand there in my kitchen and watch her bring him off.
“Touch yourself,” Finn panted, tugging Sophie’s hair bur leveling a stare at me. I didn’t know if the instruction was meant for one of us of both of us, but Sophie reached into her pants and so did I.
Finn’s nostrils flared when I stroked my cock, shuffling closer until he could get a hand on me as well.
Sophie grabbed my thigh with one hand, her other working quickly between her legs.
Her breathing grew unsteady, and so did Finn’s.
His grip on my cock faltered and I stared up at him in awe as the beginning of an orgasm overtook him.
“Sweetheart, I’m gonna come,” he warned.
Sophie groaned, blinking up at him from behind the fan of her wet lashes and the sight of my fiancé like that was my undoing.
She was a sight there on her knees with tears on her cheeks, mouth stretched wide and stuffed with another man’s cock.
She doubled her efforts, and less than a minute later, Finn was coming.
With a strangled moan, he thrust a little too deep into her throat.
Sophie gagged, but took as much of his seed as she could.
The trickle of cum that ran down her chin was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life, and paired with the tight stroke of Finn’s grip, I was seconds away from chasing after him.
“Daniel is close,” he told her, voice rasping on each syllable.
Sophie understood the instruction, releasing him from her mouth and swatting both of our hands out of the way to get me into her throat.
After almost a decade together, she certainly knew how I liked to be handled and she hollowed her cheeks until I shot my load into the back of her throat.
Finn’s breathing stuttered as I pumped my hips against Sophie’s face, and then she whined, body trembling as she found an orgasm on her own.
“That’s perfect,” Finn murmured. “You’re gorgeous. You’re perfect. I’m so fucked.”
I didn’t think the last part was meant for me to hear, so I didn’t say anything about it, even as my heart twisted over how afraid Finn sounded.
Even as he yanked Sophie to her feet and slammed their mouths together.
He kissed her hard and deep, sliding his arm around her back to support her when her knees gave out, and then he handed her off to me to kiss the rest of our taste out of her mouth.
I lost track of how long he and I passed her back and forth, but by the time our breathing settled back to normal and the urgency of our making out died down, the ice in his Manhattan had already melted down to nothing.