“Nothing,” I told him, setting the plate of food on the tray and flipping over a coffee mug to fill it from the carafe on the table. “I like it here.”
“It’s peaceful.”
“You know they do have Wi-Fi, though.”
We headed back through the lobby and out onto the walkway that led to our first-floor room. Sophie was still in bed when we got back, still naked, but half-covered by the sheets. She was on her phone, and right when we walked in, she looked up at us and tossed her phone onto the nightstand.
“My heroes.” She made grabby hands for the coffee, and as I’d expected, went right for the bacon.
On the dresser, Daniel’s and my ignored phones vibrated nearly simultaneously, and he handed me mine before swiping his screen.
It was a message from Sophie, sent to both of us in a group text thread. I sipped my coffee and stared at the message, waiting for it to load. It was a video, but it didn’t show up on my screen as anything more than a gray box.
“Is it loading for you?” Daniel asked, glancing over my shoulder.
I shook my head.
“That’s a shame,” Sophie said.
“How did you get service here?” I asked.
“I connected to the Wi-Fi, sent it, disconnected.”
“I thought we agreed no internet,” Daniel grumbled.
The gray box on my screen loaded a cover photo, pixelated and grainy, but it looked a lot like Sophie’s knees spread, her hand between her legs.
“You’re mean,” I told her, trying to connect to the Wi-Fi with half-awake, fully-horny, and under-caffeinated hands. She took pity on me, grabbing the phone and keying in the password before handing it back.
The video loaded quickly after that, and Daniel and I watched her finger fuck herself to another orgasm. After the playback restarted itself, Sophie took the phone back from me, disconnected the Wi-Fi, and set it face down on the nightstand next to hers. She took Daniel’s out of his hand next and added it to the pile, then took a long and indulgent sip of her coffee.
“Maybe after we get back home, we can go to Rapture again,” she suggested.
“I’m sure we can.”
“Maybe we can leave the playroom door open next time.”
Daniel cursed under his breath.
“I’m sure we can,” I rasped a second time.
Daniel breathed hard, the three of us waiting for someone to make a move. Finally, he blurted, “One of the guys who works here thought Finn and I were husbands.”
“Aren’t you?” she asked.
“He said you were our wife,” I said.
It was the first time I’d referred to her as anything other than Daniel’s out loud, and I didn’t even wait for jealousy or envy to rear its head. I knew there was none of that between us, especially not in the privacy of our own hotel room.
“Aren’t I?”
“Yes.” I swallowed, handed her my coffee, and she set it on the nightstand.
“And how lucky am I to have two men who wear my ring on their fingers. Two men who worship me the way you do.”
She pushed the sheets down and off, and I tossed them behind me onto the floor.
“I’m the lucky one,” I told her, lifting her ankle and resting it on my shoulder, kissing the arch of her foot. Behind me, Daniel stripped out of his clothes and fought me out of my shirt. His chest pressed against my back, his mouth against my hairline. He kissed me there until I shivered, then drew his hand down the length of my spine.