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Obeying his command, I let him push me back onto the kitchen island.
“Knees up.”
Crimson shades my cheeks as I realize he’s about to have an all-access pass. I didn’t even put on underwear. I was just getting water, for Christ’s sake. After a moment of hesitation, Finn repeats, more sternly this time, “Harper. Knees. Up.”
I bring my knees up and firmly plant my feet on the edge of the counter, fully aware that he can see every square inch of my pussy.
Finn grips both of my thighs and spreads my legs as far as they can go. “No panties? You were just going to walk around here teasing me with this sweet pussy?”
“I… I didn’t know you would be out here.” Is he really trying to have a conversation with me right now? His face is so close I can feel his breath against the wetness between my thighs.
“Well, I was. And now this pussy is mine.” Before I can ask what he means, his grip on my thighs tightens, “Don’t make a sound, Angel. Do you understand?”
The roughness of his voice sounds nothing like it did minutes ago. Finn is in control. I don’t dare argue. “Yes, I understand.”
Guilt floods me. Mac is still sleeping in my room. What kind of woman sleeps with two men less than eight hours apart? Let alone two men that live with one another. Two men who are practically brothers.
The second Finn’s mouth brushes the inside of my thigh, any guilt I felt fades away. His head stays between my thighs as he peppers them with kisses.
“Mac may have had sex with you.”
Kiss.
“Whispered sweet nothings in your ear.”
Kiss.
“Took it nice and slow.”
Kiss.
“But me, Angel…”
Bite.
“I’m going to fuck this pussy so hard you won’t be able to walk for three days.”
Bite.
All of the air whooshed out of my lungs after the second, hard bite. I could feel my core growing wetter as each delicious word spilled out of his mouth. No man has ever spoken to me like that before. I’m so wet I’m sure I’m dripping onto the counter.
I can’t believe these words are coming out of Finn’s mouth; that underneath his cool, amenable, and composed exterior, there’s this forceful and oh-so-dirty man.
“Yes,” I whisper. Giving him consent to do whatever he wants with me. I don’t think there’s anything I wouldn’t do for him at this moment.
His head pops up from between my legs, “You misunderstand me, Harper. I wasn’t asking for your permission. And what did I say about making a sound.”
“Ow!” I shriek as a third bite sends a wave of pain through my body. That one is definitely going to leave a mark. Before I can sit up in protest, Finn sinks two fingers deep inside me, and my head falls back against the counter.
“You’re so fucking wet already, Angel.”
He begins moving his fingers in and out of me at an agonizingly slow pace. I try to thrust my hips toward his hand to gain some friction. He adds a third finger inside of me and presses his thumb against my clit. I clench my walls around his fingers, trying to pull him in deeper as his hand picks up speed. Just as I’m about to let out a moan when I remember I’m not to make any noise. I move my hand over my mouth to muffle any sound that might slip out.
Keeping his fingers inside me, Finn replaces his thumb with his mouth and sucks on my clit, hard.
Suddenly, it’s all too much. My hand over my mouth, his fingers moving in and out of me, his beard rubbing against my thighs, his talented mouth against my aching clit. The familiar feeling of orgasm arises at the base of my toes and makes its way up my legs to my core. Slow and unrelenting.
As I’m about to crash around him, Finn quickly removes his fingers and snaps, “No.”
