“Put it back,” Finn said slowly, and Sophie used her fingers to push his load back into her body. A burst of pleasure rolled through me, almost enough to erase my earlier unwanted worry.
“God, you’re perfect,” he said, and the camera flipped back to his face, even as his eyes were focused off screen, no doubt at Sophie fucking his cum back into her cunt. “She’s perfect.”
“I know,” I told him.
“So are you,” Sophie murmured from off screen. “Both of you. Perfect for me.”
Finn’s teeth were back digging into his lip, and I wiped my own cum off on the top of my thigh. It was already cooling down and stuck to my hair in a decidedly not-sexy way.
“I’ll be home tomorrow night,” I promised them both. “I love you.”
Finn pinched his nostrils between his thumb and first finger, scrubbing a hand down his face.
“Daniel said he loves you,” he told Sophie.
“I love him too.” The sheets rustled and the mattress groaned, and I knew Sophie was getting up to use the bathroom. Her face appeared in frame, lashes clumped together. “I love you too.”
With my eyes, I tried to implore her to elaborate, to tell Finn she loved him too because I knew she did. She loved him becauseI loved him. But she just pressed a kiss against his temple and disappeared from view.
There was a moment where I was almost brave enough to tell Finn myself, to let him know when I’d said it I hadn’t meant it just for her, but before I could get out the words, Finn spoke.
“Hurry home, Daniel,” he said.
“I will,” I promised.
He glanced toward the bathroom, taking a deep breath. “You should get some sleep, yeah?”
“Probably.”
“Would be nicer if you were here.”
It was close. It was so close.
“Will you be there when I get back tomorrow?” I asked.
“Do you want me to be?”
The words were right there, but Finn’s attention flickered off screen again, and I knew Sophie was back from the bathroom.
“Of course,” I told him. “Always.”
“Then I will be,” he said, stretching an arm to the side to make room for Sophie to nestle in against his shoulder. “Goodnight, Daniel.”
“Goodnight.”
CHAPTER 29
FINN
I’d kept my word. I was at Daniel and Sophie’s on Tuesday night when Daniel got back from Boston. The three of us kissed and fucked and sucked and fell asleep in their bed, limbs tangled and sweaty. Sophie was the first to knock out, and Daniel shortly thereafter. I was the last, staring up at their ceiling for far too long before sleep finally took me under.
The next day at work, I showed up at Hunter’s office on my lunch break, barely even surprised to find Lincoln already there. He was in the lobby when I stepped off the elevator, and I tried to turn around and retreat before he saw me, but Lincoln Summers was an observant little shit and caught me.
“Finn.” He smiled like he was genuinely pleased to see me, which only made me feel worse than I had the whole drive to Hunter’s work.
“Do you and my brother have lunch plans?” I asked.
Lincoln ignored my lack of greeting and wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing his cheek against the front of my shoulder and holding me until I hugged him back. I hated to admit I felt better afterward, and I realized my brother had never had a shot against this overgrown puppy dog of a man.