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I nipped his lower lip between my teeth. His hold on my head tightened, and I thrust hard and deep into him. I was so close, right on the edge and ready to fall.

“Look at me,” I whispered.

We were so close, far too close to see each other properly, but Finn did open his eyes at my request, the gorgeous golden hazel of his irises almost completely obscured by his dark and dilated pupils. It was too much and it was enough, and my pace faltered as I sank all the way inside of him. Finn threw his head back, throat on display like an offering, and I sealed my mouth around the swell of his Adam’s apple as the first shot of cum filled the condom. One after another after another, I came inside of him, my body out of my own control. I had the sense to bare my teeth against his skin, a better option over sucking a bruise into his neck.

Finn whimpered and my hips jerked through the end of my orgasm. His fingers left my hair and moved over my shoulders, down the outside of my arms, across my shoulder blades and back again. He petted me gently and carefully like I was the one who needed reassurance, not him. Like I’d been the one to offer him something previously out of reach and not the other way around.

“You never…” He trailed off, tongue making a clicking sound against the roof of his mouth when he swallowed. “You never did it like that before.”

I finally uncurled my fingers from his still hard cock so I could reach back and ease myself out of him. Finn grimaced, and I gently lowered his leg back down to the bed, kneading the muscles of his thigh before rolling him onto his side and taking him into my arms.

“What do you mean?”

He nestled against me like a cat, reaching back and gently petting the side of my thigh. “That was not the way you fucked me…before.”

“That was not the way you wanted to be fucked.”

“No,” he murmured. “It wasn’t.”

There was something unspoken that hovered in the air, something he wanted to say and something I needed to tell him, but the words escaped us both so I held him until it didn’t hurt to breathe anymore.

“I could probably get used to waking up like that,” Finn finally said.

I huffed out a tired laugh and kissed the back of his neck. “Do you want to shower before coffee?”

“Are you?”

“Literally never.”

He laughed at that, rolling over to face me. His expression was more serious than I’d expected, and it sobered me quickly. Finn pressed his fingertips against my cheekbone, and I sucked in a breath, kissing his palm and letting my eyes close. It would be too easy, I thought, to worship him the same way I worshipped Sophie. To make myself available to him and give him everything he wanted. He’d told us both more than once he was a greedy lover, and hell if I didn’t want him to take it all from me.

From her.

Us.

“Coffee, then,” he suggested.

I went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom, wondering if it was too soon to talk about getting tested so we could forego them. If that was even something he or Sophie would want. Sophie was on birth control and had been for most of her life, so an unwanted pregnancy was less of a concern than anything else. She and I had always been careful with our other partners and we got tested frequently, even though we’d always had a rule about using protection. I thought, though, that maybe with Finn we could reevaluate the rule. Just as we’d reevaluated the rules of how open our relationship was. I didn’t think Sophiewanted any other partners, and I hadn’t even thought about it since the first night Finn showed up on our porch.

“Are you seeing other people?” I blurted, coming back from the bathroom and grabbing a clean pair of underwear out of the dresser.

The question seemed to catch him off-guard, and he paused, lounge pants halfway up his thighs.

“No,” he said cautiously.

“Do you want to?”

Finn frowned at the question, and I knew I’d messed up.

He pulled his pants the rest of the way on and turned to face me, eyes narrowed.

“No,” he said again, swallowing hard. “Areyouseeing other people?”

“Just Sophie.”

“And is she?” he asked.

I shook my head. “That’s not how I meant it.”