Chapter 24
SOPHIE
Itried very hard not to listen to Finn and Daniel make love down the hall, but in the end, I failed.
Finn had probably done his best to be quiet, but Daniel knew how to get what he wanted out of people’s bodies and Finn Covington apparently was not an exception to the rule.
Either that or Finn was exceedingly quiet in bed, which I found unlikely considering how ravenously he sucked cock and ate pussy.
I’d been up at least an hour before the two of them even started to go at it, and after half an hour of soft moans and rustling sheets, they both appeared in the kitchen, flushed and spent.
Finn tucked his chin toward his chest, a double sort of pink on his cheeks that led me to believe he was warm from the sex and also some sort of embarrassment.
“Good morning,” I told them both, unfolding myself from the couch and padding barefoot into the kitchen. I’d already scooped sugar into two coffee mugs, waiting to pour it until they were up and ready. Both of them crowded in behind me while I poured, pressing kisses to either side of my neck.
“Good morning,” Daniel murmured.
“You keep kissing me like that and one or both of you are going to have to go again,” I warned, turning and shoving coffee at them.
Finn managed a small smile and a grateful nod, then he followed me back to the couch. I’d been killing time scrolling through videos on my phone, and I left it discarded on the arm of the couch as the three of us settled in, again one of them on either side of me.
“I think you have a new toy that’s meant to hold you over,” Finn said, eyeing me over the rim of his mug. “But I’m confident I could rally.”
Daniel snorted, sinking deeper into the couch. “How long were you awake for?” he asked me.
“Not terribly long. I was thinking, though, it might be nice to get out of the house. It’s supposed to be warm, and I thought we could go get brunch or something.”
“Did you already have a place in mind?”
I smiled at him sweetly, batting my lashes. “Of course I did.”
“Will you let Finn pick your panties?” Daniel asked me next, voice dropping. “It’s only fair since I picked for you last night.”
“We bring another man into our relationship and suddenly you forget I was picking my own panties for eight years while I lived in Portland?” I arched a brow, laughing at him. “You never had complaints about my choices before.”
To my right, Finn quietly drank his coffee, gaze flickering between me and Daniel and back as we bantered. I finally turned toward him, resting a hand on his thigh until he looked at me.
“Do you want to pick?” I asked.
Finn licked his lower lip, stare darkening. “What if I pick none?”
On my other side, Daniel chuckled under his breath.
“Is that what you want?”
Finn held a breath, chest broad. He swallowed, exhaled, and tapped his fingernails against the side of the mug.
“I want lots of things, Sophie.” He glanced at Daniel, then me. “Lots of things.”
“Tell me.”
“Not my place.” Finn pushed to his feet with a groan, dislodging my hand. “Is it all right if I shower? Since we’re going out?”
“You remember your way around the bathroom?”
“I do,” Finn confirmed. He stepped over Daniel’s legs and headed down the hall.
I watched him go, a little unsure of the change in tone that caused his sudden departure. Daniel pressed his fingertips against the side of my face and drew my attention to him, his expression worried, but knowing.
“What was that about?” I asked.
“We talked about getting tested,” Daniel admitted. “After we… you know.”
“Fucked.”
He scrunched his nose. “That’s a word for it. But, yeah. We talked about getting tested, going without condoms. He asked if you and I were seeing other people.”
“And what did you tell him?”
“I told him he was the only one.”
There was a weight to the admission, and Daniel and I both stared at each other in silence while we wrestled with what it meant.
This…thing…whatever this relationship we’d found ourselves in with Finn was more than a casual hookup.
It was more than a fling. There were real feelings involved all around, and because of his past, Finn kept getting spooked.
It was much easier for me to ease into the idea of marrying Daniel and dating Finn, but every time things leaned too close to that sort of commitment, Finn startled like a skittish horse.
“I like him, Danny.”
“I like him too.” Daniel took another drink of his coffee, leaned forward, and set it down on the table. He grabbed my hand, hauled me to my feet. “Come on, then.”
“Where are we going?”
“Fixing it,” he said simply.
Daniel walked me down the hall to the guest bathroom. The water was running in the shower already, the door pulled closed. He rapped his knuckles against the wood hard enough to be heard.
“Yeah?” Finn called out from inside.
“Can I come in?” he asked. “Can we?”
There was a pause.
“It’s not locked,” Finn said.
I didn’t know what Daniel’s plan was, but I understood what needed to be done, and being a person who had been on the receiving end of Daniel’s determination, I knew Finn didn’t stand a chance against whatever was about to happen.
Finn wanted to trust what we were offering, but he was also too scared to do it.
I couldn’t begrudge him that. It was a scary thing to trust after being hurt.
Whatever had happened to him before the day I’d met him at the store had no bearing on my relation to him, and he and Daniel had made peace with their own history.
The only thing left for me to concern myself with was the future, with making sure my actions backed up my words.
With balancing how to be devoted to the man I wanted to marry and the man I wanted to fall in love with.
“Oh,” I murmured, stepping behind Daniel into the bathroom and closing the door behind me.
The shower curtain was closed, and as soon as the door clicked shut, Daniel was on me.
One hand slammed against the wall and the other grabbed my waist, hauling our bodies flush.
He hadn’t brushed his teeth yet, and he tasted like sleep and coffee, and I wanted him.
Daniel crashed our mouths together, and I moaned, muscles clenching from the ongoing arousal.
I thought Daniel had brought us into the bathroom to talk to Finn or do something physical with him.
I hadn’t expected a high school makeout session while the man who wasn’t quite sold on us was naked on the other side of a relatively sheer cotton shower curtain.
The metal hooks rattled quietly as Finn slid the curtain back, and Daniel dragged his mouth from my lips down to my throat.
I tilted my head back and caught Finn looking, snagged his stare and held it.
I couldn’t see much of him in the shower beyond his bare chest and the top of one arm, but his muscles were tense, and he held his breath.
Finally, Daniel broke the kiss and gave me a gentle shove toward the shower.
Finn’s stare darted between us, and he pushed the curtain aside further to make room for me to join him.
“Take your clothes off,” Daniel said to me, lifting himself up onto the counter and sitting down on the edge. He crossed his legs at the ankle while I stripped out of my pajamas and kicked them toward the door.
I stood naked between the two of them, both of their stares locked onto me in a way I could actually feel. The air in the small bathroom was thick with steam and arousal, with need.
“We’re never going to get to brunch if you get into this shower,” Finn said, words rough.
“Yes, we will,” I countered, stepping over the edge of the tub and under the water.
Finn pressed himself against the wall, giving me room to get under the spray.
He liked his showers hotter than Daniel, which was a relief.
I turned and backed up, tipping my head away so I could get my hair wet.
I could hear Finn’s breathing, even over the pounding of the water and my equally loud heartbeat in my ears.
The curtain was still open, Daniel on the sink.
“Are you coming too?” Finn asked weakly.
“Do you want me to?”
The shower was far too small for all three of us, but I needed them both in there with me as much as I needed my next breath. Daniel slid off the counter and took off his underwear, taking a step toward us without committing to getting all the way in.
“Where are we going for brunch?” he asked me.
“Chantrelle.”
He hummed, looked at Finn. “She loves their Caesar salad. It comes with a thick and crunchy crouton thing.”
I did love the crouton, which was admittedly more like a hunk of rustic garlic bread than anything else with a sharp crust that would cut your cheeks if you weren’t careful biting into it.
But they had an extensive cocktail menu and a good Manhattan, and I had done more than just listen to the two of them have sex while I drank my coffee and wasted time on social media.
Chantrelle had been a calculated decision, and I wanted them both to know it.
“What else?” I prompted.
“The best Manhattan in the city,” Daniel said.
Finn traced his tongue across the front of his teeth.
“And what do I like there?” Daniel asked next.
“You like watching me eat my salad,” I teased, which was true. Daniel liked the way my eyes rolled back after the first bite, and he loved the way my lipstick always smeared across the bread. It reminded him of a good blow job, he’d told me once.
“I like making you happy.”
“Yes.”
Finn’s tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth.
“Does Finn make you happy?” Daniel asked.
I waited for Finn to look at me, the shadowed trepidation heavy in his eyes.
“Finn makes me happy,” I said, thinking back to the conversation about getting tested and being committed. “It would make me happier if…”
“If he could fuck you bare,” Daniel finished for me.
I nodded.
Finn’s chest heaved with every breath, and I held out my hand to beckon him under the spray.
He had to be cold, pressed against the wall like I would rip his heart out with my hands if he got too close, though I imagined that probably wasn’t very far from what he thought about me sometimes… about Daniel.
“What do you want?” Daniel asked me next.
“You,” I said, still looking at Finn. “Him.”
“Finn.”
He finally looked at Daniel, chin slightly trembling, and Daniel stepped into the shower. He pressed his chest against Finn’s back, kissed his shoulder blade.
“How can we make you trust this?” he whispered.
“Time,” Finn said quickly, finally reaching out and touching me. He danced his fingertips across my stomach, and I swayed toward him. The three of us were connected, as he wanted and needed it to be. Finn dropped his head against my shoulder, let Daniel crowd us even closer. “This.”
“I wish I could fix it for you.” I ran my hand through his soaking wet hair.
“I don’t want you to fix it,” he murmured. “But you’re giving me a safe place to fix it for myself, and that’s more than enough.”
He lifted his head and before he could get away, I pressed our lips together and kissed him.
It was simple and real, insistent until I felt his shoulders relax, until he moaned into my mouth.
There was no urgency to be found after that, just a lazy and languid swirl of our tongues while Daniel reached around and stroked Finn’s erection.
Daniel’s knuckles brushed against my clit and by the time Finn came, I was a dripping and trembling mess.
Finn went to his knees and brought Daniel with him, the two of them fighting for space to lick Finn’s cum off my pussy.
I braced myself against the back wall of the shower, letting the waves of pleasure from their equally insatiable mouths wash over me.
I combed my fingers through their hair, one hand each, and as soon as I came apart, they turned to each other and kissed with a far more furious need than Finn and I had shared.
I scratched my fingers into their scalps and gave my weight to the wall.
When they finally stopped to catch their breath, Daniel moved quickly, forcing his body as prostrate as the small shower would allow.
He grabbed my leg and kissed my shin, fought his way lower, but there wasn’t enough room with Finn beside him.
I pressed one shoulder into the wall and lifted my foot and he kissed it.
A wet press of skin against skin, water pouring down over the top of his head while Finn rocked back onto his heels and watched, nostrils flaring.
“I want this so much,” Daniel whispered, brushing the confession against my ankle. “The only thing I’ve wanted more than this is you.”
He set my foot back down and sagged against Finn, who caught him like they’d been on their knees for me for years.
I’d known for a long time it was a gift, that my relationship with Daniel was special.
My friends back home dreamed about having a man who worshipped them the way Daniel did me. And now I had Daniel and Finn?
I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, unable to look at the way Finn’s face twisted in agony at Daniel’s confession. It was a rough gift sometimes, to be seen by Daniel, to be so very known.
“I love seeing the two of you like this.” I patted the side of Daniel’s face with a tired laugh. “And the only thing I want more than this is a Caesar salad from Chantrelle, so somebody get out of this shower and get me a towel, please.”