Finn chewed on the inside of his cheek, eyeing me doubtfully. The color of his eyes had returned to normal and he regarded me warily. I reached for him, tapping my thumb against my fingers until he shuffled toward me, into the open space between my spread knees. I brought him closer until—with some reluctance—he straddled me on the side of the bed.
“I hated coming in that condom is all,” I told him, brushing hair away from his face. “I wanted to come inside of you, I want…” I didn’t finish the thought, knowing if I talked about him coming inside of Sophie that neither of us would make it out of the bedroom, and I really did want coffee.
“I can get tested,” Finn said simply.
“If you want to.”
His stare moved across my face, cataloging every wrinkle and frown line and freckle. He watched me with a careful insistence that had a shiver emanating from the base of my spine from theattention. I bracketed my hands around his hips and held him on my lap.
“Everything that just happened, Finn, I meant it,” I told him softly.
All the things we didn’t say.
The things we’d felt.
Finn leaned in and brushed his mouth against mine, smiling against my kiss-swollen lips.
“I’ll get tested,” he said again like he’d made up his mind. “Next week. But first?—”
“Coffee.”
CHAPTER 24
SOPHIE
Itried very hard not to listen to Finn and Daniel make love down the hall, but in the end, I failed. Finn had probably done his best to be quiet, but Daniel knew how to get what he wanted out of people’s bodies and Finn Covington apparently was not an exception to the rule. Either that or Finn was exceedingly quiet in bed, which I found unlikely considering how ravenously he sucked cock and ate pussy.
I’d been up at least an hour before the two of them even started to go at it, and after half an hour of soft moans and rustling sheets, they both appeared in the kitchen, flushed and spent. Finn tucked his chin toward his chest, a double sort of pink on his cheeks that led me to believe he was warm from the sex and also some sort of embarrassment.
“Good morning,” I told them both, unfolding myself from the couch and padding barefoot into the kitchen. I’d already scooped sugar into two coffee mugs, waiting to pour it until they were up and ready. Both of them crowded in behind me while I poured, pressing kisses to either side of my neck.
“Good morning,” Daniel murmured.
“You keep kissing me like that and one or both of you are going to have to go again,” I warned, turning and shoving coffee at them.
Finn managed a small smile and a grateful nod, then he followed me back to the couch. I’d been killing time scrolling through videos on my phone, and I left it discarded on the arm of the couch as the three of us settled in, again one of them on either side of me.
“I think you have a new toy that’s meant to hold you over,” Finn said, eyeing me over the rim of his mug. “But I’m confident I could rally.”
Daniel snorted, sinking deeper into the couch. “How long were you awake for?” he asked me.
“Not terribly long. I was thinking, though, it might be nice to get out of the house. It’s supposed to be warm, and I thought we could go get brunch or something.”
“Did you already have a place in mind?”
I smiled at him sweetly, batting my lashes. “Of course I did.”
“Will you let Finn pick your panties?” Daniel asked me next, voice dropping. “It’s only fair since I picked for you last night.”
“We bring another man into our relationship and suddenly you forget I was picking my own panties for eight years while I lived in Portland?” I arched a brow, laughing at him. “You never had complaints about my choices before.”
To my right, Finn quietly drank his coffee, gaze flickering between me and Daniel and back as we bantered. I finally turned toward him, resting a hand on his thigh until he looked at me.
“Do you want to pick?” I asked.
Finn licked his lower lip, stare darkening. “What if I pick none?”
On my other side, Daniel chuckled under his breath.