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“Are we getting married in the primary?”
“No, but it’s obviously a color scheme you like.” I knew Daniel liked darker colors, and Sophie in white, surrounded by gold and emerald was enough to make my dick twitch against my leg.
With her non-greasy hand, Sophie pulled her laptop back toward her and opened it up. The computer hadn’t even had enough time to properly go to sleep, and when the screen blinked to life with her mood board front and center, it was a wash of verdant green and shining gold.
“Maybe you’re on to something,” she said, waiting until I looked away before closing it again.
“Maybe.”
For a while, the only sound in the dining room was the crunch of chips against teeth and the occasional groan from how happy we all were to be eating something so cheesy and gooey after sex.
“Are you staying with us tonight?” Daniel asked after we finished eating.
I knew what he meant. Obviously I was staying at their house, not just for the night but probably for two moreafterward. He was asking me which room I’d chosen, my own or theirs.
I wondered if Sophie told him what she’d said to me when we were alone in the bedroom. I couldn’t help but be unsure if she’d meant it or only hoped it was true. I wanted to believe the former. I needed that to be real if I wanted any of this to work. I needed this to work because I was already sliding down a dangerous path. My heart somersaulting toward them even as my brain argued we needed to slow down.
I didn’t want to slow down. That had never been in my nature, and Sophie and Daniel made it easy to forget what heartbreak felt like.
“I’d like to,” I answered, and it was the God’s honest truth.
“Good.” He took my hand and raised it to his mouth, kissing my knuckles before pulling me to my feet. “Now let’s go back to bed.”
CHAPTER 23
DANIEL
The three of us fell asleep quickly, sated and full of cheese. I didn’t move from the position I last remembered being in, on my back with Finn using my arm as a pillow. Sophie slept the whole night tucked into Finn’s arms, and when I woke Saturday morning, she’d already gotten up. It was usual with her, an early riseranda night owl in the same body. Most of the time, Sophie got up whenever it suited her and she let me sleep, but it was hard to ignore the fact she’d probably been extra quiet getting out of bed that morning to give me something else I needed just as badly.
I gently settled my hand on Finn’s hip and thrust my lower body against his ass, urging him awake. He didn’t stir, so I wiggled away from him, content instead to let him rest.
“Don’t stop,” he said, voice rough and thick with sleep.
I slid my hand from his hip around to the crack of his ass, my finger dipping toward his hole.
“Can I fuck you?”
He consented with a nod, moving his head so I could get my other arm out from beneath him. I grabbed a condom from the drawer and lube from the nightstand, making a mess of myself and the sheets in the process. Finn kept his eyes closed the entiretime, hair tangled in his face and body slowly grinding against nothing.
I arranged myself behind him again, sliding my fingers over his hole before easing one into him. My other arm banded around Finn’s chest, and he sucked in a shaky breath when I entered him.
“Slow, baby,” he murmured. “It’s been awhile.”
I tried to not think too long or hard about what he meant by that. Finn and I hadn’t been together in well over half a year. Was he implying he hadn’t been with anyone since me? Or that he hadn’t bottomed since me? I’d never thought to ask about the intricacies of his sex life with other partners because it hadn’t been any of my business, but something about the vulnerability in his simple words made me want to know. Instead of asking, I added a second finger, grunting against the back of his neck when he shook in my arms.
“Please just do it,” he pleaded.
“That sounds like it’s a punishment.”
He shook his head, reaching back and grabbing my wrist. “This isn’t enough. I want more.”
“Greedy.”
I obliged him, easing my fingers out of him and lining my cock up with his hole.
“I know,” he agreed, and I breached him, one slow inch at a time.
Finn dropped his head back against my shoulder, every muscle in his body coiled tight and tense. I stopped, the grip of him almost too much to fight through.
