Page 7 of The Engagement Gift
A woman who daydreamed about the sheer overwhelming intensity of two men taking her at the same time.
I shivered as a rush of heat spread through me from my chest, down my belly, and straight between my legs. My mind quickly assembled one of my go-to images. Finn, in his charcoal slacks, dress shirt, and a tie. And another man. A nameless, faceless man. But someone who looked like Finn, dressed like Finn.
They’d find me in bed, wearing only the sexiest lingerie, lazily touching myself, like I’d been waiting to be discovered. When they found me, they’d be instantly aroused, so ready to please me at the same time.
God, I was a hedonist.
A raging, shameless hedonist.
And I had to stop it. Shut down the thoughts.
I couldn’t go there. Even with my fiancé. Some things were better off as fantasies.
Especially when Finn sent me a text, asking me to meet him at Eden after work.
Our favorite sex-toy shop.
Yes, that was our speed. We were the kind of couple who’d have a threesome with a battery-operated friend.
Him, me, and the dolphin.
And I’d be fine with that.
4
Finn
After I finished reviewing files for a case, I hit the gym with Jake.
“Ready to be destroyed in another round of one-on-one?” I asked after we tackled the weights.
He rolled his eyes as we hit the courts. “You seem to have a different definition of ‘destroyed.’ You see, destroy is what I do to your sorry ass when it comes to basketball.”
“Bud, that’s cute that you think you’ll win.”
He arched a brow. “Allow me to remind you by taking no prisoners.”
It was all in good fun because Jake did usually kill it at basketball. But I was required by the universal code of men to trash-talk.
It was what we did. What we’d always do, I had no doubt. I’d known him for years, and he was the best kind of guy.
I wasn’t going to say he was like a brother, because no one could fill that role. But hell, he was damn close.
He’d been there for me when I didn’t even realize I needed someone, the friend who’d insisted I get my shit together when he saw I was about to snap.
A few years ago, he’d found me in the office at two in the morning yet again, draining another pot of coffee, obsessing over another case.
Hands parked on hips, he’d shaken his head and said, Finn, it’s time to deal with all the shit you’re not facing.
That was all he’d said.
Well, he’d said a few more things as he’d turned off my computer and dragged me out of the office. Like You’re a miserable fuck. It’s understandable, but it’s time to face the music.
I’d gotten my act together, gone to group therapy, and finally worked through the shit from losing my brother.
Boom. Then I met Lily. I fell so goddamn hard I still had bruises on my ass.
Hypothetically.
Point being, I didn’t fall in love till I had dealt with the grief. And when I fell, I fell all the way into the deep end, no turning back. It was like I was finally able to access my heart again, my emotions, and hell, it was incredible to be able to do so, and even better to give them to her.
To someone who cherished what I had to offer. Who valued and honored it. Who understood who I was, and who I wanted to be.
Was I obsessed with pleasing her?
Yeah, I was.
So sue me.
But this particular fantasy she had? The one she seemed to only tell Google and Tumblr?
I was obsessed with that, too. Because I didn’t want my woman to go unfulfilled. I didn’t want her to feel deprived of a single thing. Besides, my job was to be better than Google and Tumblr. To deliver the real thing to her.
But where the fuck would I find a willing participant who wasn’t a freak? Who Lily would want?
It wasn’t like I was going to get on Craigslist or post an ad on Tinder. Wait, did Tinder even have ads for seeking a third person?
Those questions raced through my head as we played basketball and I missed shot after shot. When we finished, Jake smacked my shoulder. “Destroyed you.”
Hmm. Seems he did.
“Must be a blue moon,” I joked.
He flipped me the bird. “Admit it—you suck at literally everything.”
“I am awesome at everything. Except, admittedly, today’s game.” I held up a finger. “But in my defense, my mind was elsewhere.”
He mirrored me, holding up a finger in mockery. “There’s no asterisk that says he was distracted when we’re keeping score. Besides, what could be on your mind other than this game?”
I shrugged and smiled. “What can I say? My mind was on Lily.”
Jake smirked. “Well, that’s understandable. You’re probably going to go home and fuck like bunnies all night. It’s a wonder you make it into work at all.”
