She petted her hand down the small of my back before uncurling her fingers from my cock and pushing to her feet.
“Nobody move,” she said lightly, as if there was a chance. “I’ll go get some towels. The two of you have made quite the mess.”
Finn reached blindly for me, fingers searching out my face. He didn’t leave me alone until I looked up at him, until his softening cock fell out of my mouth. He wiped the corner of my mouth, his eyes dark with something feral and unspoken. I felt it in my bones, in the shiver that tore through me and tightened in my already empty balls. And then Sophie was back with wet and warm towels, and she made it her job to wipe us clean and put us back together, to make us fresh coffee, to cut up an apple and make sure we ate. Finn and I both pulled slivers off the plate for her, which she begrudgingly ate with a soft smile.
She’d been the one on her back when I woke up and how quickly the energy of the morning had shifted. We’d gone from the two of us inviting over a stranger for God knew what anymore, and ended up with a man who wanted to not just belong with us, but to own us himself in equal measure. It was a sharp shift Sophie’s and my future, but even at his worst, Finn had always reminded me of the tide, dangerous and unstoppable…worthy of all the reverence we could offer.
I’d told Sophie as much the night before, her warm body in my arms, the smell of her hair in my nose. And she had wanted.
And I had wanted.
And Finn…he also wanted.
CHAPTER 13
FINN
Ileft Sophie and Daniel’s before lunch with a fuzzy head and gooseflesh that showed no signs of going away. Sophie had cleaned Daniel and me both up, her grip barely on the unfair side of teasing the whole time. We’d eaten, we’d finished our coffee, and I forced myself to leave. I could have stayed all day with them. Iwantedto stay all day with them, but I knew myself well enough to not. It would take no work at all for me to be consumed entirely by them, and that was a road I didn’t want to walk down a second time.
So instead, I picked up sandwiches from Hunter’s favorite deli and showed up at his front door. I had the lobby code, but I gave him a courtesy call to let him know I was there. My presence was unexpected, and I didn’t want to walk in on him and Lincoln doing something positively indecent. I hadn’t forgotten the conversation me and my brothers had before about Rapture. I knew more about all of their sex lives than I’d ever wanted, but that didn’t mean I had any interest in seeing it play out firsthand.
When I got to Hunter’s floor, his front door was cracked open, his fingers curled around the edge of the door to stop it from closing.
“You better have food,” he said from inside.
I gave the plastic bag a rustle and he stuck his head out, dark hair mussed like someone’s fingers had recently been tangled into it. I imagined I didn’t look much better, and the onceover he gave me ended with a raised brow and him stepping out of the way to let me inside.
“Yesterday’s clothes,” he said instead of hello.
I kicked my shoes off and shoved them toward the wall, ignoring hm entirely. Lincoln was on the couch, and unfortunately for me, so was Silas. The two of them were tangled around each other like plant roots, the TV remote held loosely in both of their hands.
“I didn’t plan for an extra,” I said to Hunter, setting the bag down on the kitchen counter.
“They’ll share.”
“I bet they do,” I murmured.
Hunter smacked me—hard—against the back of my head. “Not like that and you know it.”
“I don’t, but now I do.”
Hunter’s boyfriend and Marshall’s boyfriend were exceedingly close friends. They maintained, as I’d heard through the grapevine, that while they were almost always in physical contact with each other and they certainly made out for fun, they’d never actually slept together.
“Just friends,” Hunter murmured.
A reminder.
“Doesn’t it make you jealous?”
I looked at my brother in time to see his eyes go soft. He shook his head and started to unwrap the sandwiches. He knew which was meant for him and which was meant for me, and he cut the third in half and split it for his boyfriend and Silas to share.
“I’m secure in my relationship with Lincoln,” he said. “And so is Marshall with Silas.”
I scratched the side of my neck, watching the two friends whisper to each other and then Lincoln laughed, stare drifting casually toward the kitchen. When he locked on to my brother, his eyes did the same gooey thing Hunter’s had done, and I found myself feeling stupid for implying there was anything to worry about between them.
“Right.”
Hunter gave me a wary look, then picked up the plates meant for me and him. “Come talk in the other room.”