“It’s a lot.”
“It is.” He grunted, muscles going tight against me. “I need you to come so I can come, though. Daniel’s making it really hard to last.”
“This is the tightest hole I’d ever fucked,” Daniel said through gritted teeth. “I love it. I loveyou.”
Everything went technicolor after that, stars exploding when I closed my eyes as Daniel’s hands held me down fully on Finn’s cock while I came. Daniel fucked into me, and all I could hear was the sound of my own breath, the garbled and desperate cries that came out of my mouth. I yanked Finn’s hand away from my clit and pressed his palm against my face, kissed his hand while Daniel groaned and slammed against me from the back one last time. He bent over, dropping his forehead against my spine.
“God, I felt it.” Finn peppered aggressively wet and messy kisses against the side of my head. “I felt you come on me.”
Finn shuddered, grimacing when Daniel’s cock slid out and left me gaping around Finn’s dick. Finn reached around and pushed two fingers into me alongside his shaft and lifted his hips, fucking into me once more before going still beneath me.
“Did you finish?” I asked.
“Yes, Sophie.” He chuckled. “Both of us came inside of you.”
“At the same time.”
Daniel collapsed half onto Finn’s leg and half onto the bed. Finn gingerly eased me up and off him, settling me into the triangle of space between their sweaty and overheated bodies.
“I have to be honest,” Finn said, words rough. “That was something.”
“More something than this?” I asked, reaching for his hand and feeling the way the ring sat on his finger, the weight of it against his skin.
“Nothing could be more than this.”
Daniel stretched his arm between us and tangled his fingers alongside Finn’s. In less than twelve hours, he’d have a ring on his finger too.
“Come to Cherry Creek,” Daniel said. “Be with us.”
“I’m yours.” A small smile flickered across Finn’s kiss-swollen lips, and he closed his eyes with a gentle exhale.
“Yes?” I prompted.
With his lashes fanned out across his cheeks, Finn nodded. “Always.”
CHAPTER 41
FINN
Iwoke up Saturday morning to Sophie mouthing hot and messy kisses against my shoulder, Daniel on top of her, rutting her into the bed with long, languid thrusts. I kept my eyes closed, letting the sounds of their pleasure lull me out of sleep, and after they finished each other off, they situated their bodies between my legs and made sure I joined them.
It was a perfect Saturday.
The three of us got dressed quietly, the air in the bedroom thick with anticipation. Daniel’s fingers fumbled around the knot on his tie so I stepped in to help. In turn, he did mine, and then the two of us both lost our breath completely when Sophie walked out in her dress. I’d seen it before, of course, but the sight of her body draped in that rich ivory satin, soft folds clinging to her hips…
“Holy fuck,” Daniel cursed.
I swallowed hard, rubbing the band of my ring with my thumb.
“I can see it now,” he murmured. “You behind her with all that fabric between you.”
Sophie’s cheeks darkened under her blush. “Do you like it?”
“I love it.”
Her stare drifted from Daniel to me, giving both of us a slow and thorough onceover before smiling and tucking her chin against her chest. “The two of you are…I don’t have words.”
“The luckiest men alive, I think,” I said.