“Time,” Finn said quickly, finally reaching out and touching me. He danced his fingertips across my stomach, and I swayed toward him. The three of us were connected, as he wanted and needed it to be. Finn dropped his head against my shoulder, let Daniel crowd us even closer. “This.”
“I wish I could fix it for you.” I ran my hand through his soaking wet hair.
“I don’t want you to fix it,” he murmured. “But you’re giving me a safe place to fix it for myself, and that’s more than enough.”
He lifted his head and before he could get away, I pressed our lips together and kissed him. It was simple and real, insistent until I felt his shoulders relax, until he moaned into my mouth. There was no urgency to be found after that, just a lazy and languid swirl of our tongues while Daniel reached around and stroked Finn’s erection. Daniel’s knuckles brushed against my clit and by the time Finn came, I was a dripping and tremblingmess. Finn went to his knees and brought Daniel with him, the two of them fighting for space to lick Finn’s cum off my pussy.
I braced myself against the back wall of the shower, letting the waves of pleasure from their equally insatiable mouths wash over me. I combed my fingers through their hair, one hand each, and as soon as I came apart, they turned to each other and kissed with a far more furious need than Finn and I had shared. I scratched my fingers into their scalps and gave my weight to the wall.
When they finally stopped to catch their breath, Daniel moved quickly, forcing his body as prostrate as the small shower would allow. He grabbed my leg and kissed my shin, fought his way lower, but there wasn’t enough room with Finn beside him. I pressed one shoulder into the wall and lifted my foot and he kissed it. A wet press of skin against skin, water pouring down over the top of his head while Finn rocked back onto his heels and watched, nostrils flaring.
“I want this so much,” Daniel whispered, brushing the confession against my ankle. “The only thing I’ve wanted more than this is you.”
He set my foot back down and sagged against Finn, who caught him like they’d been on their knees for me for years. I’d known for a long time it was a gift, that my relationship with Daniel was special. My friends back home dreamed about having a man who worshipped them the way Daniel did me. And now I had DanielandFinn?
I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, unable to look at the way Finn’s face twisted in agony at Daniel’s confession. It was a rough gift sometimes, to be seen by Daniel, to be so very known.
“I love seeing the two of you like this.” I patted the side of Daniel’s face with a tired laugh. “And the only thingIwant more than this is a Caesar salad from Chantrelle, so somebody get out of this shower and get me a towel, please.”
CHAPTER 25
FINN
After the high of a weekend spent with Sophie and Daniel, waking up alone in my own bed on Tuesday morning might have been the worst thing that ever happened to me. That was a lie. Neil and Annette were the worst thing that ever happened to me. Though, being abandoned by my mother for a seven-figure payday might have been a close second or third, depending on how I felt about the rest of my life at the time.
Leaning against my kitchen counter, dressed for work, I used a butter knife to slice the corner off a block of parmesan cheese. It was not a good breakfast by any means, but something about cheese made me feel a little bit better about the situation I’d found myself in. It certainly didn’t go with coffee, so I allowed myself two more chunks before re-wrapping the block and returning it to the appropriate drawer in my fridge.
I brushed my teeth and switched to coffee, making some rash decisions on my way to the car. I texted Andrew, asked him to come up and join us for dinner on Friday. The invitation was a little self-serving, because while I did want Andrew to get to know us, I also wanted the heat off of me and after last week, I didn’t trust Marshall to play it cool with me.
I also read a weekend’s worth of text messages from Hunter and Smith, deciding to ignore them all until later in the day. There wasn’t anything pressing. It was mostly Hunter guilt tripping me over ignoring him, which had clearly worked out well for him. Smith mostly rattled on about Riggs, which was fine. I was glad he was happy, and I liked it better considering how uneasy it made Marshall.
I’d have to invite Riggs to dinner soon too.
No.
I liked Riggs. I didn’t want to do that to him.
When I got to work, I did end up texting Smith, letting him know I’d invited Andrew up for dinner on Friday and seeing if he and Riggs wanted to join us for drinks either before or after. I probably should have extended the invitation to my other brothers, but Covington men were best handled in moderation. I’d realized that far too late, myself as the prime example.
Powering up my laptop, memories from the weekend trickled into the front of my brain, reminding me just how horrible I was when it came to moderation. There hadn’t been a single thing Daniel and Sophie offered me over the weekend that I hadn’t taken greedily and without question. Something had shifted between the three of us during that Saturday morning shower, Daniel and I on our knees with Sophie’s swollen and dripping cunt above our heads. There hadn’t been words to explain it, but that whole morning had been an unspoken act of commitment between the three of us, and as much as I wanted it…
Fuck, I wanted it.
I’d put Sophie into a normal pair of panties after the shower. Pale pink cotton that, by the time we made it back to the house after brunch, were so dark between her legs from her arousal I would have repainted my office a third time so I’d never forget how good she looked when she wanted.
My phone chirped with an incoming text message from Smith, startling me back into the present.
Smith
Are you not inviting Hunter and Marshall?
I hadn’t planned on it.
Smith typed something and deleted it, typed something and deleted it. The three dots appeared and disappeared on my screen at least four more times before I sent him another message.
You need to turn off that setting that lets people see you’re typing because what can be so hard to say, Smith?
Hunter asked me about you.