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“Ever?”
Finn laughed, and pulled me up until I was sitting. “Not now,” he amended.
He took a step away from the table, and I tucked my hair behind my ears, suddenly feeling very exposed. The hot ache between my legs was hard to ignore, and I shifted my weight, trying to alleviate some of the want Finn had put there.
I wasn’t a jealous woman, but damn I wanted to know what it had been like for the two of them before. Two forces of nature, crashing together in the middle of something beautiful and horrible, burning and smoldering before they even had a chance to start. How many times had they seen each other before it went wrong? What had they done together? What would they do now?
“You can’t seriously leave me like this,” I murmured, spreading my legs a little and lifting the hem of my shirt. Maybe it was bold and forward of me. Maybe it was the way I would have gotten what I wanted from Daniel, but he and Finn were far too alike for their own good, even if they didn’t know it yet.
I rubbed my fingers over the damp material between my legs, shivering when my nail dragged across my clit. Finn’s stare lingered where I touched myself, just as I’d kept my attention below his hips when he’d first woken up.
“I imagine not,” he agreed, stalking back toward me.
“Your coffee’s gonna get cold.”
“I’m sure you have a microwave.”
Finn grinned at me and hooked his arms under my knees, hauling me toward the edge of the dining room table. He buried his face between my legs, lapping his tongue over the soaked cotton before shoving it to the side and sealing his mouth against my dripping cunt. I fell backward, forearms braced against the table and my head flung back, biting the inside of my cheek to stifle my moans. I wasn’t trying to hide the sex from Daniel. I sincerely wanted him to sleep in if he could. He’d always been a horrible sleeper, tossing and turning until far too late in the night for an early alarm to be reasonable. The weekdays were hell and giving him peace on the weekends was the least I could do. But Finn made it impossible to stay quiet.
He dragged his tongue up to my clit, and he kissed me there, swirling his tongue and sucking up the wetness that followed. Finn dug his fingers into my thighs, and I grabbed his hair again, making sure he couldn’t get away from where I wanted him the most.
“Use your fingers,” I managed to tell him, desperate to be licked and filled at the same time.
Much like Daniel, he didn’t need to be told twice. Finn eased one finger into me and then another, easily searching out my g-spot before applying the perfect amount of pressure. He set a steady, torturous pace, and before long the sound of his fingers thrusting in and out of me drowned out the happy growls coming out of his mouth. I was so hot for him, so wet, and so close to coming all over my dining room table.
A quiet rustle of clothing from the hallway caught my attention, and I looked over just in time to see Daniel there, standing in his plaid pajama pants, his hand pressing urgently at the base of his cock. Finn hesitated, paused, then put a third finger into me, his stare locked on Daniel the whole time. Daniel’s heavy breathing quickly joined the morning noise, and then Finn dragged his teeth against my already over-sensitive clit and sent me cannonballing over the edge.
With Daniel awake, I didn’t need to stifle myself, I didn’t need to be quiet. I came with a high-pitched cry, my body jerking under Finn’s attention, hips bucking hard against his jaw. He held on tight, in me and on top of me, making sure he didn’t lose contact or speed until I smacked his head to shove him off of me. Finn rocked back onto his heels and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and I collapsed on the table, boneless and sated.
CHAPTER 12
DANIEL
This was either heaven or hell, I wasn’t sure. But knowing I’d been missing out on something like this for the past eight years was enough to make my chest ache. There weren’t many things I found more beautiful than Sophie mid-orgasm, but Sophie mid-orgasm with Finn Covington’s face buried between her legs was absolutely one of them.
“I hope we didn’t wake you,” Finn murmured, easing his slick and dripping fingers out of my fiancé’s cunt. He rocked back onto his heels and stood, his undone slacks doing nothing to hide the massive erection he sported.
“You did,” I said, stare flickering to Sophie. “Rather, she did. She doesn’t have it in her to be quiet.”
“Far from a flaw.”
Sophie’s chest heaved as she caught her breath. Her legs hung limp over the edge of the dining table.
“Did you want coffee?” Finn asked, dragging one of his fingers across his lower lip. His lashes fluttered a bit and he rolled his neck before angling his head toward two abandoned coffee mugs on the counter.
“He takes his like yours,” Sophie murmured.
Both Finn and I turned to look at her, to watch her put herself back together. She propped herself on her elbows, righted her spine, then gently eased herself off the table and situated her panties back into place. That had to be miserable, all wet and soaking and cold between her legs.
“Pardon?”
“Three and a half sugars,” the both of them said at the same time.
Something unexpected tightened in my chest, and I didn’t think I could look at Finn without betraying myself. The start of us had been so unfair. Finished before we’d gotten a chance to start. I’d never even known how he took his coffee, if he even liked coffee.
Sophie slinked between us and poured a coffee for me before topping their mugs off. She rested her hips against the counter, me on one side and Finn on the other, both of us hard and probably leaking. It had to be worse for him, having been on his knees with his tongue inside of Sophie. I’d only walked in on the end of it, caught the arch of her back and the quiver of her chin as she came on his tongue. Not to mention the way he’d looked at me as she did it, the raw, unbridled hunger in his stare.
Finn didn’t just want her. He wanted me too.
