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“Then I want you to suck my dick.” He buried his nose in Sophie’s hair, thrusting his hips against her ass. “I want you to suck my dick.”
Sophie took a drink of her wine and then she turned to face him. Finn leaned in for a kiss but Sophie sank down to her knees. Her clever fingers undid the fly of his jeans, tugging them open enough for her to get his underwear down and his cock out. Finn’s erection sprang free, and Sophie curled her long fingers and manicured nails around his swollen and flushed shaft, then she took him all the way into her mouth.
Finn cursed under his breath, bracing himself against the counter with one hand and threading the other through her hair. He slowed her pace, head lolling back as Sophie settled into sucking him off the way he wanted. Again, the sounds leaving her mouth were indecent, wet and sloppy and desperate, and it was all I could do to stand there in my kitchen and watch her bring him off.
“Touch yourself,” Finn panted, tugging Sophie’s hair bur leveling a stare at me. I didn’t know if the instruction was meant for one of us of both of us, but Sophie reached into her pants and so did I.
Finn’s nostrils flared when I stroked my cock, shuffling closer until he could get a hand on me as well. Sophie grabbed my thigh with one hand, her other working quickly between her legs. Her breathing grew unsteady, and so did Finn’s. His grip on my cock faltered and I stared up at him in awe as the beginning of an orgasm overtook him.
“Sweetheart, I’m gonna come,” he warned.
Sophie groaned, blinking up at him from behind the fan of her wet lashes and the sight of my fiancé like that was my undoing. She was a sight there on her knees with tears on her cheeks, mouth stretched wide and stuffed with another man’s cock. She doubled her efforts, and less than a minute later, Finn was coming. With a strangled moan, he thrust a little too deep into her throat. Sophie gagged, but took as much of his seed as she could. The trickle of cum that ran down her chin was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life, and paired with the tight stroke of Finn’s grip, I was seconds away from chasing after him.
“Daniel is close,” he told her, voice rasping on each syllable.
Sophie understood the instruction, releasing him from her mouth and swatting both of our hands out of the way to get me into her throat. After almost a decade together, she certainly knew how I liked to be handled and she hollowed her cheeks until I shot my load into the back of her throat. Finn’s breathing stuttered as I pumped my hips against Sophie’s face, and then she whined, body trembling as she found an orgasm on her own.
“That’s perfect,” Finn murmured. “You’re gorgeous. You’re perfect. I’m so fucked.”
I didn’t think the last part was meant for me to hear, so I didn’t say anything about it, even as my heart twisted over how afraid Finn sounded. Even as he yanked Sophie to her feet and slammed their mouths together. He kissed her hard and deep, sliding his arm around her back to support her when her knees gave out, and then he handed her off to me to kiss the rest of our taste out of her mouth.
I lost track of how long he and I passed her back and forth, but by the time our breathing settled back to normal and the urgency of our making out died down, the ice in his Manhattan had already melted down to nothing.
CHAPTER 21
FINN
Ihadn’t been under some false pretense that my spending the weekend with Daniel and Sophie was for anything other than sex, so I was marginally surprised when, after the cocktail session in the kitchen, we ended up on the couch with drinks in hand and a bad movie on their giant flatscreen. All three of us had our feet propped up on the coffee table, Sophie with her pedicured toes and bright red nail polish the outlier between Daniel and me.
“I had an interesting meeting at work today,” she said out of nowhere.
The movie had been turned down as soon as we hit play, all of us more focused on easy and casual conversation than watching whatever was happening on the screen. But instead of devolving into horny adults with nothing better to do, we’d instead started to talk about our days, about ourselves.
“Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I never imagined interior design to be a thrilling career path,” I teased.
“It has its moments.” She crossed her arm over her stomach so she could pinch my hip with the tip of her nails. “But I was sitting at my desk enjoying that message you sent me at lunch.”Her cheeks darkened even though she didn’t stop talking. “And your brother walked in.”
That was certainly interesting.
“Which one?” I asked, knowing the possibilities at this stage in my life were nearly endless. Was it one I knew? Another one? A missing twin? There was no telling of this thing with Willem Covington.
“Marshall,” she answered. “He wanted to work with me on a mixed-use proposal he has coming up. You haven’t told him about us, have you? This isn’t a favor or something?”
I didn’t know what to be more horrified by. The implication that sleeping with me would curry her favor with my brother or the thought of telling Marshall I was involved with another couple. Although, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I was somewhat interested in leaving breadcrumbs for my brother about the whole thing and letting him know I was sleeping with a spoken-for woman first and foremost.
“I had nothing to do with that,” I assured her. “And no, I haven’t told any of my brothers about you.”
Would I pick one to tell first or would I rip the bandage off at dinner and tell all of them at the same time like Smith had done with Riggs? That seemed to work out well for him, with me and Hunter being so shocked he’d finally stood up to Marshall that it made sense to gang up on our oldest brother to defend the youngest.
“I assume you told him yes?”
“Of course.” Sophie swirled her wine around, fidgeting her toes.
“Is there a reason you haven’t told them?” Daniel asked, resting his head on Sophie’s shoulder. “About us, I mean.”
“There’s plenty I don’t tell them, but also…this is still so new.”
“Do you think we’re not invested in you?” Sophie asked quietly.
