Chapter 32
SOPHIE
“You look distracted.”
I glanced up from my computer to find the receptionist, Sarah, standing in my doorway. She had a stack of design briefs in her arms and a claw clip in her shining blonde hair.
“Why do you say that?”
“You’re staring at a blank computer screen.”
I glanced at my computer to find the screen was, in fact, off. With a nervous laugh, I swiped my finger across the mousepad until it came back to life.
“I’m fine,” I told her.
“Wedding planning can be stressful,” she said, and I gave her a smile. Wedding planning was the least of my stress, at least it had been until my fiancé and I fell in love with someone else. Finn’s presence in our lives was certainly more of a complication than we’d been expecting.
“I got married last year. If you need help with anything, let me know.”
“I appreciate that.”
She licked her lips and angled her head to the side. “In the meantime, you have two visitors in the lobby.”
I raised a brow. I didn’t have any meetings until later in the afternoon, which was a relief since I’d apparently been staring at a blank screen for God knew how long.
“Two?”
“Daniel Boyd plus one.”
“They’re friends,” I said quickly, unable to hide the grimace. “I mean, Daniel obviously is not a friend. But he’s friends with Finn. The plus one.”
“They looked friendly,” Sara agreed. “Should I send them back?”
“Please, yes.” I set to tidying the mess I’d made of my desk, half of it wedding ideas and half of it expansions on the project I’d started with Marshall.
“I’m going to head out for lunch then. Normally I’d ask if you wanted anything, but they have food with them and I don’t think you’re the kind of woman who would marry a man that only brought food for himself.”
“I’m not.” I nodded. “Have a good lunch.”
Two minutes later, Finn and Daniel were in my office, a platter of tacos that could have fed an army steaming the scent of marinated pork into the air. Daniel had closed the door behind him and drawn the blinds, and he and Finn sat down expectantly in the chairs opposite mine.
“To what do I owe this pleasure?” I asked, sinking back down into my chair. I moved my work out of the way and Finn pushed the tacos so they were close enough for all of us to reach.
“I couldn’t concentrate on work,” Finn said with an apologetic smile. He leaned over the desk conspiratorially and whispered. “I’ve been hard since five in the morning.”
“Have you now?”
He nodded. “I came inside the most gorgeous woman too. It wasn’t enough. I might have gone soft for a minute or two, but then I was left to my own devices and I couldn’t stop thinking about my cum inside of her.”
Finn reached over and tapped his fingers against the arm of Daniel’s chair. “His cum inside of you too.”
Air caught in my throat and I swallowed past it. “I see how that would be distracting.”
“He called me.” Daniel picked up where Finn left the story, both of us turning our stares toward him when he spoke. “And I had the same problem.”
“A hardship.”
“We agreed the only way to get on with our days was to see you,” he said.
“You’re desperate,” I teased.
Finn’s stare darkened. “I want.”
“A shame you brought tacos, then,” I murmured, lifting one from the tray and raising it to my mouth. I chewed and swallowed, moaning at the taste of the flavorful marinade and spice.
The two of them studied me in sync like they’d rehearsed this whole thing on their way over.
Each of them reached for their own food, chewing and swallowing like they’d been given an order to eat and didn’t have it in them to not obey.
The air crackled with anticipation and heat pooled between my legs.
I loved Daniel when he got in this mood, this worshipful and subservient space. The two of them together there?
Heady.
We ate our lunch in silence, the drag of tongues across lips its own kind of foreplay. By the time the food was gone, I was as horny as I’d ever been for either of them, but lunch was nearly over and I needed to get ready for my next meeting.
“Will you come over tonight?” Finn asked.
“Both of us?”
He opened his mouth to answer and closed it quickly, lines appearing around the corners of his eyes.
“I think so, yes. I think…” he paused, looked up at the ceiling. “I think that’s where we are with this now, probably.”
“Probably?” Daniel asked.
Finn gave him a sidelong glance that made my heart ache.
It was so important that Daniel and I figure out how to do right by this man.
Finn deserved the best and most complete parts of us, so brave in his understanding of himself.
He came to us knowing what he wanted and not being scared to ask for it.
And we gave it to him because there was no way for us to have done anything different.
But neither Daniel nor I had expected it to be so serious.
We hadn’t planned to fall in love.
“Both of you,” Finn said. “For me, I…”
“Yes,” I told him, not able to watch him scramble for words anymore.
The thing between us was impossible to explain, and if I couldn’t do it, I wouldn’t make him.
“We’ll come over,” Daniel said.
“I’ll cook,” Finn offered.
“Okay.”
“Will you stay the night?” he asked.
“If you like,” Daniel answered.
“I would like,” he whispered.
“Dinner and a sleepover,” I agreed. “We’ll go home after work and pack a bag, then come over.”
Finn stood up, adjusted the cuffs of his work shirt, the wrinkles on the thighs of his slacks.
I often looked at Finn and wondered if, in another life, it could have been me and him or him and Daniel, not the three of us together.
But the incessant need in Finn’s eyes was enough to squash that thought.
There wasn’t a world I could imagine where one person would be enough for him.
He’d called himself greedy once, but I didn’t think that was true at all.
Finn Covington was deserving.
“Before you go, did you check?” I asked, turning my chair away from the desk to stand, but not raising to my feet.
“Check what?”
“If your cum is still inside of me. Yours and his.”
Finn was around the desk before I could say another word, on his knees with his arms looped around my thighs.
The chair slid toward the wall and then Daniel was there beside him, both of them rucking up my skirt and forcing their heads between my thighs.
Someone’s nose brushed against the wet cotton of my panties, sucking in a deep breath that burned hot against my flushed skin.
Daniel groaned, and Finn dug his nails into my thighs, and I don’t know how I missed the sound of someone knocking on the door. I’m not entirely sure there was a knock, but the two men I loved were between my legs and they were kissing each other, moaning as their tongues tangled.
“Just like that,” I told them both, softly, tangling my fingers into their hair and keeping their faces pressed together so they couldn’t end the kiss.
Finn managed to get enough space to speak, his hooded stare shifting up to find mine. “Do you want to watch us together? Do you want to see how we fuck?”
Someone’s fingers dragged over my clit and I dropped my head against the back of my chair.
“Yes,” I told him, and then the door to my office opened.
“I know I’m early—” It was Marshall’s voice, his intonation the same as his brother’s, who was still as a deer on his knees behind my desk.
Daniel jumped up, turning his back to the door and swiping a hand down the lower half of his face. I didn’t need to look at him to know he was flushed, terrified.
“Oh, shit.” Marshall covered his eyes and I shoved my skirt back down to my knees. “I’m sorry. I didn’t. You said yes, and I thought you heard me knock.”
“You’re…I’m sorry. This is…”
Marshall laughed and looked away until I stood up, smoothing my skirt back into place.
“Sophie, I think we’re all adults here and we don’t need to pretend we’ve never taken advantage of a closed door. I—”
Marshall stopped himself again, this time because his younger brother unfolded himself from behind my desk. Finn adjusted his tie and tried to take on a casual affect that was paper thin, even to my own observation.
“Finn,” Marshall said, gaze flickering from me to Daniel, to me, and back again. Then down to the desk, the three plates, the two out of place chairs, the way Daniel inched himself forward facing like if he didn’t turn around, Marshall wouldn’t know he existed.
“Marsh.”
“What are you—”
Finn shook his head. “Don’t do this.”
Marshall closed his mouth, and Finn ignored whatever unspoken commentary was on his brother’s face.
He leaned over and stacked the empty containers from our lunch and cleaned up all the evidence we’d even eaten.
Thankfully, the scent of pastor in the air was enough to cover anything else that might have or was about to happen.
“These are not ideal circumstances.” Marshall scrubbed a hand down his face, turning his attention toward Daniel. “But you must be Sophie’s fiancé.”
Daniel looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole, but he held his hand out and Marshall shook it, which confirmed for me Finn had been the one trying to finger his way into my panties because Daniel would never.
“Daniel Boyd,” he said. “I don’t think I’ll ever live down these circumstances.”
“Nonsense,” Marshall told him, glancing at Finn before looking back at Daniel. “We’re all adults here.”
“Right,” Finn muttered.
“I arrived a little early,” Marshall explained. “Sara wasn’t up front so I let myself back to see if you were here, I knocked and—”
“I remember,” I told him, not wanting to relive the intrusion for a second time.
“I have to get back to work,” Daniel said apologetically, kissing the side of my head. “So does Finn.”
The paper bag crinkled under Finn’s punishing grip.
I gathered up the stack of designs and paperwork on my desk that belonged to Marshall’s project and gestured toward the door behind him.
“Maybe we can go chat in a conference room,” I suggested.
Thankfully, he stepped back into the main part of the office and I headed after him. I smiled at Daniel, but wasn’t sure how to say goodbye to Finn. I didn’t want to ignore him, but I also didn’t want to make things worse. Sensing the tension, Marshall cleared his throat.
“Same room as the first time?” he asked, holding his hand out for the stack of material we were meant to review. I handed it off to him, relieved I didn’t drop it.
“Yeah, yes.”
“I’ll meet you there.” He gave Finn one more look, then another to Daniel. “Your fiancé is brilliant. It was lovely to meet you.”
“Lovely isn’t the word I would use,” Daniel countered with a self-deprecating laugh. “But you’re not wrong about Sophie.”
Marshall headed toward the conference room tucked into a corner behind Sara’s desk. As soon as he was gone, Finn’s shoulders sank and he dropped his chin against his chest.
“I’ll talk to him,” he said quickly, tone thick with apology. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t fire you over me or anything.”
“He won’t fire me.” I took the trash out of Finn’s death grip and set it down on my desk, taking his hands into mine. “And if he does, I don’t want to work with him anyway.”
Finn leveled an unimpressed look at me. “I know who my brother is.”
“And I know who you are.”
Daniel picked up the trash from the table in one hand, brushed his knuckles against the top of Finn’s hand with the other.
“I’m so sorry, Sophie.”
“I’m not.” I closed the space between us, raised onto my toes and pressed a kiss against the corner of his mouth. “I meant what I told you this morning, I love you, and that’s more important than anything else.”
He looked like he didn’t believe me, but he also looked like he wanted to.
“I love you too,” he muttered.
“Everything is fine,” I promised him. “Daniel and I will see you tonight? Your place?”
Finn nodded mechanically, and Daniel gave him a gentle push out of my office. We exchanged a nervous look and Daniel nodded subtly, understanding. He wasn’t going to send Finn back to work unless he was sure Finn could make it through the rest of the day without spiraling.
When we reached the front of the office, Marshall was there, not in the conference room, but pacing back and forth behind Sara’s desk with his hand curled around the back of his neck. At our arrival, he looked up, bottom lip pulled between his teeth.
“Can I walk you out?” he asked. “Finn.”
Finn looked at Daniel helplessly, and Daniel dumped the trash, grabbing Finn’s hand and kissing his knuckle in the place a wedding band would sit. The familiar gesture tightened a knot in the center of my chest, and I pressed my shaking hand against my sternum.
“I’ll wait for you downstairs,” Daniel said. “I’ll take a separate elevator.”
“We’ll take the stairs,” Marshall said, and with a grimace, Finn followed after him.