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I missed both of them, but it hadn’t come up with Daniel. I’d told them how I didn’t want to be a plaything passed between them and the separate messages—to me—were proof they took that warning to heart. Sophie and Daniel were both engaging me on their own accord, with their own wants in mind. I wasn’t daft enough to think they weren’t next to each other on the couch when they sent them or that they hadn’t let the other know aboutit. That was to be expected, but that did nothing to take away how much I appreciated the act of it.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay the night?” Andrew asked when he caught up to me in the hallway after my shower. I shoved my wet hair back from my face and slid my phone into the pocket of my jeans.
“I’m sure, but thank you. And thank you for today. You really didn’t have to.”
“I meant what I said earlier, Finn.”
“We’re brothers,” I muttered, and he nodded.
I laced up my sneakers and wiggled my toes. “I put the trunks in the hamper you had in the bathroom. And the towels.”
“Perfect.”
An awkward silence drifted into the space between us, and I broke it by laughing even more awkwardly.
“I’m not good at this,” I said by way of apology.
“You don’t have to be good at everything.”
“Food for thought,” I countered, holding out my hand for a shake because I didn’t know what else to do. Andrew rolled his eyes at me and wrapped me up into a quick hug that ended almost as soon as it started. We broke apart and there was relief on his face that I felt in my bones.
“Come to LA sometime?” I asked.
“Tell me when,” he said, and another stab of familiarity sliced through me.
“Okay,” I told him. “I will.”
“You sure?” he teased, opening the front door. The sky outside was orange and blue, the day quickly fading.
“Very sure, Andrew. Very sure.”
CHAPTER 15
DANIEL
Iwoke up before my alarm on Wednesday, Sophie’s shoulder digging into my thigh and her tongue dragging a hot stripe up the length of my cock. Groaning, I covered my eyes with my forearm and gently petted my other hand against the top of her sleep-tangled hair. She took me into her mouth and sucked hard enough that my eyes rolled back. It took her no time at all to get me off, and she swallowed me down even faster. After my balls emptied, she wiggled her way out from between my legs—naked—and padded into the shower.
“That was mean!” I shouted after her, rolling onto my side to watch her go.
She flung a sexy look over her shoulder at me. “It didn’t feel mean.”
“It’s mean because I’m useless for at least another half hour, and all I want to do is follow you into the shower and fuck you.”
She chuckled at me from the en suite and turned on the shower, stepping into the tub and pulling the curtain closed behind her. Still feeling the aftershocks of her wake-up call, I grabbed my phone and turned off my alarm, then checked my calendar for the day. I had a few sales calls in the morning, and I was supposed to leave work a little early to meet Sophie in SantaMonica for a cake tasting. I also had a reminder set to text Finn to make sure we were still on for our date.
We hadn’t seen him since Saturday when he left, and I wasn’t sure if Sophie and he had talked or not, but I certainly hadn’t heard from him. Not that I needed a reminder to call him. I hadn’t stopped thinking about him, but it was more a kick in the ass to actually do something about it.
The water turned off in the bathroom and the shower curtain hooks rattled as Sophie shoved the curtain open. I set my phone face down on my chest, turning my attention to my very naked almost-wife. She ignored me while she dried off and barely paid me any attention as she unwrapped the cord from her blow dryer. By the time her skin and her hair had dried, I was hard again and close to desperate for her.
“Come back to bed,” I begged, reaching for her with spread fingers.
Sophie smirked at me, stare roaming over my bare chest and my hard cock, still shiny with her spit.
“I have a meeting this morning with a consultant,” she said, taking longer than I imagined necessary at the closet. I took advantage of the time to study the slope of her hips and the swell of her thighs. When she bent over to step into her underwear, I licked my lips at the sight of her pussy lips peeking out.
“Sophie.”
She turned toward me, black thong and matching bra fitted into place, with her hands braced on her hips.
