Chapter 21
FINN
Ihadn’t been under some false pretense that my spending the weekend with Daniel and Sophie was for anything other than sex, so I was marginally surprised when, after the cocktail session in the kitchen, we ended up on the couch with drinks in hand and a bad movie on their giant flatscreen.
All three of us had our feet propped up on the coffee table, Sophie with her pedicured toes and bright red nail polish the outlier between Daniel and me.
“I had an interesting meeting at work today,” she said out of nowhere.
The movie had been turned down as soon as we hit play, all of us more focused on easy and casual conversation than watching whatever was happening on the screen. But instead of devolving into horny adults with nothing better to do, we’d instead started to talk about our days, about ourselves.
“Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I never imagined interior design to be a thrilling career path,” I teased.
“It has its moments.” She crossed her arm over her stomach so she could pinch my hip with the tip of her nails. “But I was sitting at my desk enjoying that message you sent me at lunch.” Her cheeks darkened even though she didn’t stop talking. “And your brother walked in.”
That was certainly interesting.
“Which one?” I asked, knowing the possibilities at this stage in my life were nearly endless. Was it one I knew? Another one? A missing twin? There was no telling of this thing with Willem Covington.
“Marshall,” she answered. “He wanted to work with me on a mixed-use proposal he has coming up. You haven’t told him about us, have you? This isn’t a favor or something?”
I didn’t know what to be more horrified by.
The implication that sleeping with me would curry her favor with my brother or the thought of telling Marshall I was involved with another couple.
Although, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I was somewhat interested in leaving breadcrumbs for my brother about the whole thing and letting him know I was sleeping with a spoken-for woman first and foremost.
“I had nothing to do with that,” I assured her. “And no, I haven’t told any of my brothers about you.”
Would I pick one to tell first or would I rip the bandage off at dinner and tell all of them at the same time like Smith had done with Riggs?
That seemed to work out well for him, with me and Hunter being so shocked he’d finally stood up to Marshall that it made sense to gang up on our oldest brother to defend the youngest.
“I assume you told him yes?”
“Of course.” Sophie swirled her wine around, fidgeting her toes.
“Is there a reason you haven’t told them?” Daniel asked, resting his head on Sophie’s shoulder. “About us, I mean.”
“There’s plenty I don’t tell them, but also…this is still so new.”
“Do you think we’re not invested in you?” Sophie asked quietly.
This was not the conversation I wanted to have. Ever, if I was being honest, but certainly not in that moment.
“Can we talk about anything other than that?” I asked, sipping at what was left of my second Manhattan. I hadn’t had anything to drink at dinner with my brothers, knowing where I’d planned to end the night. “Like, have you made a decision on the cake flavors?”
“Lemon and chocolate,” Daniel said. “We just settled on it before you got here.”
“Cake and no date?”
“September 24th,” Sophie answered. “Daniel suggested it.”
I licked the sharp taste of whiskey off my lower lip and stared at the movie, trying to catch up with whatever action was happening on the screen.
The clock was ticking. Five months until the expiration date on this little experiment.
I could keep them secret for that long if I tried hard enough.
There was no reason to let any of my brothers know about Sophie and Daniel, especially not if everything was going to change before Halloween.
“I can see your face working overtime,” Daniel murmured, staring at me from Sophie’s other side.
It maybe gave him an unfair advantage to have known me before. He had a better read on my face than Sophie, but she was still annoyingly observant in her own right.
“It’s not.”
“It is,” she agreed with her future husband, and I was faced with an annoying glimpse of my future.
She dropped her feet off the table and set down her wine, then she took my drink out of my hand and set it beside hers.
Sophie climbed onto my lap and stripped out of her beige sweater, revealing the sexiest navy-colored lace bra I’d ever seen in my life.
I didn’t know if she’d picked it out on purpose, but it was hard to think about anything other than her tits when I saw it.
With the gap between us now open, Daniel scooted a little closer, his thigh pressing against Sophie’s knee.
“Daniel and I would get married with or without you, Finn. That part of our relationship wouldn’t change, but…” She swallowed hard, glanced at Daniel for guidance. They’d obviously talked about me, which made sense, even if a tight jealousy burned in the center of my chest about it.
“Whether we’re married or not has no bearing on our desire to be with you. We both want you. We both want this,” Daniel said quietly. “The only person here who’s unsure about it is you.”
“I’m not—” I stopped myself, because he was right.
“It’s new. I get it.” Sophie brushed her finger across my cheek and it took all my strength to not come apart under the absolute slightest touch. “But I wish you trusted us.”
“I do.”
It was hard to think straight with Sophie’s half-exposed breasts in my face, but I imagined that had been part of her design. She wanted to remind me of the thing that kept the three of us tied together, and she’d done it well.
“Be an equal part in this,” she said.
“There’s no equal between eight years and two weeks.”
Daniel made a dismissive noise in the back of his throat. “I knew from the first day I met Sophie that we’d wind up at the altar. If I can be sure about her, I can be sure about you.”
It was a scary thing, being faced with the promise of everything I’d wanted while simultaneously being too overwhelmed to take it.
I’d sat on this very couch with the two of them and asked to be taken seriously, to not be treated as a toy to pass between them for fun, and they’d taken that to heart.
They’d each gone out of their way to spend time with me, to get to know me, to open up.
And we had these together moments, laced with so much sexual tension it would have been easier to cut it with a knife than talk through it.
In all, Daniel and Sophie were giving me exactly what I wanted when I’d been brave enough to ask for it and I was the one now pretending it either wasn’t enough or it wasn’t real.
“You look distressed,” Sophie murmured, taking my face in her hands and brushing a kiss across my lips. “That’s not what we wanted.”
“I’m not distressed.”
“Don’t lie.”
How could I explain to her I was happy and that terrified me? How could I say it without sounding like a coward who wasn’t trustworthy? How could I rightfully ask them to bring me into their life, their marriage, if I wasn’t even ready to take the things I told them both I wanted?
I was worse off than I’d thought.
“Words are hard sometimes,” she murmured. “What if we show you another way? Would you believe us then?”
“It’s not that I don’t believe you.”
It’s that I don’t trust myself. It’s that the last people I gave my heart to broke it into so many pieces I didn’t think it could ever get put back together again and the fact you and Daniel are trying is somehow worse than the heartbreak was to begin with.
It’s not your responsibility to fix what you didn’t break, and yet none of those words were what came out of my mouth because Daniel reached over and pulled down the lace cup of Sophie’s bra, revealing a hard, dusty pink nipple.
“What if we show you?” he echoed Sophie.
My resolve was razor thin, and when he tangled his fingers into my hair and eased my face toward her chest, it snapped entirely.
I grabbed Sophie around the waist and dragged her closer, groaning at her weight on my cock.
I sucked the offered nipple into my mouth.
Her back arched and she pressed her body against mine.
Daniel’s fingers tightened in my hair, the tease of victory coursing through his grip.
So much for my assumption he was submissive, though I imagined there were many ways to focus your pleasure on your partner that didn’t involve being on your knees.
“Take her to bed,” he suggested, and I adjusted my hold on her waist so I could stand without letting her out of my arms.
She giggled when I raised to my full height, wrapping her legs around me and throwing her head back. I let my teeth drag across her pebbled nipple, already on my way to their bedroom with Daniel hot on my heels.
“I want to make you feel good,” Sophie whispered into my ear right before I dropped her down onto her bed, my body still nestled between her legs. “How can I make you feel good?”
“This,” I promised, and I swore on everything holy it would be enough. To have my face in her tits and my cock rutting against her through four layers of fabric. I could have died happy with the heat of her burning against me and her fiancé at my back.
Sophie grabbed my hair and tugged until I pulled my face out of the crook of her neck. “I remember the text you sent me at lunch. I know what you said at work today. Stop being scared to ask for what you really want.”
I’d said utterly debauched things to her on my lunch break, my fantasies working overtime while I’d jerked off in the private stall in my office. The mid-month accounting could wait; my erection had needed all my attention then.
“I want to fuck you,” I said out loud. “I want to fuck you and I want Daniel to watch, and then I want him to fuck you.”
“Can he touch himself while we’re fucking?”
Her hands were already at work on my belt, my fly. They wanted me to have this.
I could have this.
I pulled my shirt off and scrambled out of my pants, tearing Sophie’s down immediately after to reveal a pair of lace panties that matched the bra. Groaning, I dropped my forehead against her shoulder, chest heaving. I was too close to make this good for any of us, and that absolutely would not do.
“He better.”
Daniel pulled open the nightstand and dropped a foil-wrapped condom on the bed beside a bottle of lube.
“She doesn’t need it, but it’s more fun,” he said.
I cursed under my breath and poured more lube than necessary on my fingers.
Sophie was already wet. I moved between her legs, kissed the burning heat of her cunt through the lace, and she fisted the sheets, arching off the bed.
I licked her, bit her clit, then pulled the material to the side and dragged my slick fingers over her already slippery folds.
I thrust one finger into her, seeing stars over how tight she was.
“Sophie, you’re gonna…fuck.”
“She’s tight,” Daniel agreed, brushing some loose strands of Sophie’s hair back from her face. He sat beside us on the bed, still wearing his pants.
“Take off your pants,” I pleaded, and with his stare focused on me, Daniel did. He stripped down to his boxer briefs, and with a rough jerk of my chin, I gestured for him to get rid of those too. I added a second finger into Sophie, my cock throbbing at the pressure.
She was dripping wet and almost painfully tight.
I pulled my fingers out of her and offered them to Daniel, who sucked them into his mouth.
His tongue swirled around my fingers, the sensation of it shooting right to my dick.
Beneath me, Sophie whimpered, and I struggled to tear open the wrapper of the condom with my teeth.
Daniel released my fingers with a wet pop, and I rolled the condom on, tapping the head of my dick against her swollen clit.
“Stop teasing,” Sophie murmured, digging her nails into my side.
I’d fantasized about this more than once, but the reality of being with Daniel and Sophie like this was more than I ever could have imagined.
Sophie knew what she was doing when she’d taken off her top and forced me to see her in the ways I wanted her the most. She knew I wouldn’t be able to say no, that once I got inside of her, once I saw them both in their most vulnerable moments, there would be no going back for me.
And I was sure she also understood what that would cost me.
Daniel at least knew what it would take for me to give them this.
I dragged my dick up and down the length of Sophie’s pussy, smearing her arousal around and using my tip to spread her lips open.
She was so wet and so pink, and no wonder Daniel had wanted her from the first day.
She was a fucking siren, but then again, Daniel wasn’t much better.
I’d wanted him from the first kiss and even through my own loss, that desire hadn’t gone away.
It had to be some sort of fate, some patience, or some reward that brought me back into his life and right into their bed.
“Hey.” Daniel’s voice was soft and steady, and I looked at him with wide and uncertain eyes. He pressed the outside of his knuckles against my cheek and angled my face toward his. “You deserve this, and we want you to have it.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but then two things happened at once.
Well, three.
Daniel leaned in and kissed me, I sank my cock into Sophie’s dripping wet cunt… and then everything changed.