I studied him while he raised the mug to his mouth, both hands wrapped around the ceramic. Sophie’s cum was still on his fingers. I could see it shine in the light as he tilted the mug and took a drink. Sophie looked from him to me, her cheeks flushed and one delicate brow arched toward her hairline.
Without words, she asked me,Is this okay? Are we sure about this?
I wasn’t sure about many things, but I was sure about her and I was sure about him. Even back when we’d had our first few days together, I’d seen the person Finn was at his core. Or maybe it was the man he wanted to be. The distinction didn’t make anydifference to me—I still knew he was there. And if I could wait eight years for Sophie, I could wait a little longer for…
No.
Maybe.
Was that wrong? To think of Finn in such serious terms? And to do it so soon?
But Sophie’s eyes betrayed her. She was on the same page as me.
“Can we sit down and talk about this now?” I asked.
“Probably a good plan,” Finn agreed.
We made our way to the couch again, the same positioning as the night before with far less alcohol between us.
“How’s your head?” Sophie asked Finn, who snorted and gave her an unimpressed look.
“Really?”
“Oh, my God, you know what I meant.”
He huffed out a laugh and stared down at his lap, dick still hard but ignored. “It’s better, thank you.”
A small silence fell as we all drank our coffee, as we all waited. Finally, Finn spoke up, “I’ll start then?”
“Yes, please,” Sophie coaxed.
Finn’s tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth, and he didn’t lift his stare as he began to speak. “I am no longer interested in doing things by half.”
He paused, licked his lips but kept his gaze down. “I know what I want for myself, and I would rather have nothing than settle for less.”
“And what do you want?” Sophie asked.
“I want more than one partner,” he said softly. “Maybe it makes me greedy?—”
I cut him off, reaching for his knee. “It doesn’t.”
“Spoken like a man who also wants more than one partner.”
I smiled, exhaling a laugh because he wasn’t wrong.
“I don’t want to be a third wheel, and I don’t want to be a toy.”
“Of course not.”
Finn swallowed hard, chasing whatever lodged in his throat with some coffee. “The two of you are engaged, about to be married.”
“We haven’t even set a date yet,” Sophie told him.
“You know what I mean.”
“Don’t do this,” I warned, squeezing his leg and digging my nails into the grooves around his knee joint. “Not again.”
“I’m trying to be practical. Trying to keep myself safe.”