“That was so hot,” she said, clearing her throat when the words crackled.
I hummed, wrapping my arm around Daniel and kissing the back of his neck.
“The two of you are so hot.”
“The two ofyouare so hot,” Daniel said back to her. “I still jerk off thinking about how good you two looked on the phone when I was in Boston.”
I chuckled, reaching down to ease my cock out of him. I rolled onto my back but kept my hand on Daniel’s hip.
“I really like watching the two of you together,” Sophie said next, and I glanced at her, finding her expression far more serious than I would have expected. “I know that this is the three of us, and I’m glad, but I also think…I think it’s okay…”
She didn’t need to finish the thought for Daniel and me both to understand what she was trying to say. The three of us were a unit, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t have things between two of us. She wanted me and Daniel to have something as much as I wanted her and Daniel to have something, her and I to have something.
“More than okay,” I said, lifting my hand off Daniel’s hip and crooking it to draw her close.
Sophie moved like it was her first day with bones, awkward and jerky, but she managed to get herself over the top of Daniel’s body so our mouths were inches apart. I cradled her face in my hand, kissed her softly on the mouth, knowing the exact momentDaniel reached between her legs and pushed his fingers into her still sensitive cunt.
“Too much,” she murmured against my lips.
“Is it really?”
She paused, drew in a breath, shook her head.
“Lay down then, Sophie,” Daniel said, voice low. “Grab the headboard and don’t let go.”
CHAPTER 38
FINN
The wedding was the Saturday after next, and I still hadn’t found a present for Daniel and Sophie that felt good enough for them. They would have been irritated if they knew I was getting them anything at all, but they would have to deal with it.
“What about a lamp?” Hunter asked from the other end of the aisle, tugging a gold chain that turned a display lamp on and off.
I glared at him, dropping my head back to stare at the ceiling. “Please be serious.”
“I am being serious.” He closed the space between us and rubbed a conciliatory apology against the top of my spine. “What if you just put on some sexy lingerie and gave them a blank check to have their way with you?”
“That’s a normal Tuesday, Hunt.”
He let his hand drop away from my back with feigned disgust.
“Let me just take another quick pass through the last aisle and if nothing jumps out at me, we can go.”
Hunter gave me a mock salute and wandered on his own toward the front of the store. It was probably my own fault forwanting to get something house-related for the wedding present, and ignoring their registry completely didn’t help matters. Over the last five months, we’d all made a home of both houses, having already agreed any plans to buy or sell would be on hold until after the wedding planning. Sophie was buried neck deep in work, and even though they’d long since agreed to do a private ceremony at the courthouse, she was still very stressed about the plans.
I kept waiting for jealousy to sneak up behind me and whisper horrible things into my ear, to try and convince me that they didn’t love me the way they said they did because if it were true, they would have called off the wedding or something. There was no logic in that and their commitment was clear to me every time Daniel kissed the side of my neck, my ring finger, or the spot two inches below my navel that always made me shiver. I was happier with Daniel and Sophie than I’d been with anyone in years, myself included, and that was why the wedding present was so important.
At the end of the aisle, tucked away in the corner of a shelf like it had been misplaced, I found a nightstand organizer. It certainly wasn’t something any of us needed, but it was split into three even sections and there was something about the uniformity of it that I appreciated. Even if it wasn’tthegift, it was something I wanted to get for the three of us anyway. I tucked it under my arm and stood, reaching into my pocket to get my phone to text Hunter to meet me at the register, but I was interrupted by a man clearing his throat behind me.
I turned, hating the way my breath caught in my throat, the way my body tingled with awareness at the scent of an almost forgotten cologne.
“Finn,” Neil said, head cocked to the side in a curious way, like he was seeing me behind glass.
My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.
I’d played this scenario through in my head a hundred times before, maybe more. There were times I’d fling myself into his arms and cry against his shoulder. I could sometimes feel the material of his shirt in my fingers, the warm expanse of his chest beneath me. There were other times when I hit him in the face, hard against his cheek. Sometimes a bruise bloomed; others, he turned before I had a chance to see. But none of the replays prepared me for the real thing, for the very solid presence of him less than three feet away from me for the first time in more than half a year.
I adjusted my grip on the nightstand organizer and took a step backward. At my retreat, Neil frowned. He reached up and shoved his hair back from his forehead. He was blond, but the cut was shaggier than it had been before, strands nearly reaching his shoulders. He didn’t look anything like himself, even if he was everything I remembered him to be.