6. Finn
FINN
Some things in life were hard. Getting over the loss of someone you loved. Making a half-court shot in basketball. And winning a case when the evidence was overwhelmingly against your client.
And some were easy.
Surprisingly so.
Pulling your best friend aside in the casino at the Luxe. Asking him to play a round of slots. Feeding the machine some tokens and asking, “How would you feel about a threesome with Lily and me?”
It didn’t feel awkward. Honestly, it was like a weight had lifted. I could finally say what she wanted. Finally put the plans into place to give it to her. It was freeing, in a way.
He shot me a look like I was crazy. “Dude, I am not touching you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Obviously. There will be no sword crossing, accidental or purposeful.”
“Amen to that.”
“But I’m serious, man,” I said, dropping the ribbing. “This is what she wants. I want to give her everything.”
He didn’t say anything right away. “You do.”
It was a statement, not a question. But I answered it anyway. “Yeah, I do. That’s my goal.”
“And she wants this? She wants a threesome?”
I nodded, feeling no shame in sharing this. “She does, and it isn’t about me. It’s about her. The point is to worship her. To give her a fantasy. The focus would be on her and only her. To make her feel like a queen getting serviced by two kings in the bedroom.”
He scratched his jaw, took a deep breath, and exhaled. “Let me make sure I’m understanding this correctly. You’re asking me to join you and your fiancée in a devil’s threesome.” He made a hook ’em sign with his hand like he was at an 80s rock concert.
“Yes,” I said with a laugh. Then I stopped laughing. “I am asking you that. Never thought our friendship would come to this but that’s how it goes. This is what the woman wants. Both of us,” I said, and maybe I should have been processing this more, absorbing the enormity of what I was asking.
But then, I’d been processing this possibility for some time.
I’d been ready for it for a long while.
For her.
Because she wanted it.
His eyes locked with mine. “And that means you want me to fuck your fiancée?” he asked, deliberately blunt, I could tell. Putting it in no uncertain terms.
When he worded it that way, I bristled. I clenched my jaw. Jealousy flamed in me, but then seconds later, it died down. I was possessive of Lily, but what I wanted all to myself was what I knew I had—her heart, her soul.
They were never in question, so I didn’t need to be jealous.
And I wanted her to have all her dirty desires come true.
“She wants us both at the same time,” I said, making it clear how it would go down. “Which means the next question is this: do you want her?”
He laughed like I’d said the dumbest thing. “You’re marrying a babe. She’s also an amazing person. If she wants this, I’d much rather you ask me than find someone online.”
I shuddered at that thought. “No effing way.”
Jake laughed, amused it seemed. “Can you even imagine? The replies you’d get.”
I cringed. “Yeah, let’s maybe not think about that.”
“They’d be the worst. You’d get some serious freaks trying to take you up on that.”
“Instead, I’m asking my friend the freak,” I said, then I squared my shoulders, and swallowed.
I waited. I had to be patient. He hadn’t given me a yes yet.
Maybe he was still processing what this might mean for our friendship, or for his friendship with Lily.
Hell, I’d contemplated all that too. But I had the faith the three of us were rock solid in every way. Would Jake feel the same?
He took a breath. Stared off in the distance at the card tables, maybe considering his fictional future as a card shark. Or maybe he was weighing the odds. What were the stakes of this proposition? To me, the stakes were clear, and this was a bet worth taking.
But would he feel that way?
He returned his gaze to me, his expression serious.
“It’s good you didn’t look online. It’s definitely good you’re not hunting on some app.
Truth be told, if you’d done this with a stranger, I think I’d be really offended.
” One more deep breath, then a crooked grin.
“So I suppose now that you’ve offered, you’re stuck with me and my ten-inch rod. But she definitely wants it?”
I rolled my eyes, scoffing. “Your wiener is not ten inches. More like ten millimeters.”
“Have you measured it?”
“No, and I never will, but I’m confident it’s not ten inches.” I took a beat. “And to answer your other question, yes, she does.”
“It’s coming from her?” he asked, confirming.
“One hundred percent,” I said, then gestured toward the club where we’d been. “Look, I can ask her to join us right now and work out the details.”
Jake held out his hands wide. “If it’s ladies’ night, the lady ought to be having a say.”
I texted her, and a few minutes later she joined us, standing by my side. She looked guilty, but in a cute way, like she’d been caught taking money from my wallet to buy me a gift.
She was the only gift I ever wanted.
“Hi,” she said, all breathy and sexy.
“Hey, Lil,” Jake said, meeting her gaze, his eyes intense. It was his lawyer face. The expression he wore when talking to a client, making sure they were on board with a plan, a way to proceed. “You really want this? This is coming from you?”
Her shoulders shuddered, but she remained poised. “I do.”
“And what are your rules?” he asked. “I’m assuming you have them mapped out.”
“My rules?” She sounded surprised as a nearby slot machine delivered a payoff. Cha-ching went the sound of coins, raining down.
I roped my arm tighter around her, reassuring her, letting her know we wanted her night to unfold exactly as she wanted it. “This is your fantasy, baby. You set the stage. We’re your actors.”
She nibbled on the corner of her lips, took a deep breath, then answered with confidence, and it was so alluring.
“I want to feel amazing. To explore my fantasies. To say no when I want. To say yes to what I want.” She met my gaze, her blue eyes brimming with honesty.
“To keep loving you. Because you’re the love of my life, and I know nothing will come between us.
” She looked at Jake. “For you guys to keep being friends. Because your friendship means the world to my man. He needs you. He depends on you. And you’re so important to him, and to me.
” She raised her chin. “And for the two of you both to have free rein with my body. To take me to new heights. To explore to your heart’s content. To do whatever you want.”
I tugged at my shirt collar. I was an inferno.
Jake glanced down at his crotch. “My ten-incher likes the idea of all that, so I’d say we can do it tonight.”
My woman laughed, then shook her head. “I want to get ready for it. I need to take my time, prep, and be all kinds of indulgent. How about tomorrow?”
Could I be any luckier?
“Consider this my RSVP to the ménage à trois,” Jake said then winked.
After that, we did something incredibly ordinary.
But it was fitting.
Maybe it was what the three of us needed.
A game of blackjack.
We played a few hands, laughing and joking the whole time. Being the three of us. Having fun.
And we won.
This was a good sign.
That night Lily and I were in bed alone, and I did something we hadn’t done in a long time.
I made love to her missionary style. As I was deep inside her, I told her I wanted everything for her, I’d make it amazing, and all I wanted at the end of each day and the end of every night was her.
She looped her arms tighter around me. Her legs, too, like she spoke with her body as well as her words.
“You have me, Finn. You have me. Always.”
After, as she lay in my arms, I stroked her hair. “This won’t change us,” I said confidently.
“I know that.”
“Do you know why I believe it?”
She met my gaze. “Tell me.”
“Because you and I are in this together from the start. Because it’s what we’ve always done. And most of all, because we belong together. We belong to each other. Know that in your heart.”
“I do know that, Finn. You have my heart, too. You have all of me.”
Damn, this woman made me horny and happy at the same time. I ran my hand over her breasts, along her belly, and as I touched her, I grinned, an idea coming to me. “I want you to think of tomorrow night as my engagement gift to you.”
She grinned like a wicked angel. “It’s the perfect gift.” She reached for my face, cupped my cheek, and kissed me. “But you’re the gift.”
As she was to me.