“I can do it,” I told him, not having forgotten one of the first nights we’d all spent together, when we stood in the kitchen and he’d talked me through how to mix the perfect Manhattan.
Finn cocked his hip against the fridge while I mixed him a drink and he swallowed it down in less time than it had taken me to make it in the first place. Instead of passing me back the empty glass, he took it to the sink and washed it himself. He dried it on a dish towel, returned it to the cupboard, and my heart skipped a beat at the ease in which he’d grown comfortable with us over the last two weeks.
The dinner at his house had been a turning point in a big way. Not like a dam had been opened. The trust still came at atrickle, but it was the small and thoughtful ways Finn embedded himself in our life that mattered the most. Daniel and I had done the same, naturally and easily. Our bathrooms all holding three toothbrushes now, three hairbrushes, three loofahs. Drawers had been cleared out and filled again, and it was an easy kind of coming together in spaces that had never been meant for three.
“If you are stressed out about this, we can do it another time,” Daniel said, which earned him a dismissive grunt from Finn.
“Do you want me to leave my ring at home?” I asked.
Finn frowned deeply at the suggestion, both he and Daniel looking down at the diamond on my left hand.
“Absolutely not.” Finn watched me for a moment, his frown shifting into something that was almost a smile. “I wouldn’t want you without it.”
My jaw dropped and I smacked him on the chest. He grabbed my wrist before I could pull away and peppered my hairline and my jaw with kisses and playful whispered apologies until he reached my ear and said, “I can’t wait to fuck you when you have a band to match it.”
“You’re insufferable.”
“Insatiable,” he corrected, feeling behind him for Daniel. “And I can’t wait to fuck you with yours.”
I caught Daniel’s stare over Finn’s shoulder, and we shared a knowing look. I couldn’t wait for the things Finn wanted, and I was equally eager to see the two of them together, wedding bands or not. The tension that was always strung between Finn and Daniel was admittedly one of my biggest turn-ons and we still hadn’t had enough time for me to watch that play out in the way that I wanted.
“Can I ask a very out of left field question?” Finn asked, again untangling himself from our arms. He checked his watch and grimaced, the time until dinner ticking down like the doomsday clock.
“Obviously.”
“I know you were open before me, but like…how adventurous?”
Daniel chuckled. “Sophie, I think, did far more courageous things than me.”
He was probably not wrong. “What are you really asking, Finn?”
“Have you heard of a place called Club Rapture?”
“Yes,” Daniel answered at the same time I shook my head no.
The corner of Finn’s mouth quirked into a proper smile, and he raised a brow at Daniel, whose cheeks flushed like he’d been out in the sun all day.
“Never to participate,” Daniel said quickly. “Just to watch.”
“Oh.” Finn nodded. “I bet.”
“What is Club Rapture?” I asked, looking between them both for an answer.
“It’s a kink club,” Finn said. “I’d like to take you both there.”
“Uhm…” My heart leapt into my throat. “Why? Are you?”
Finn cocked his head to the side, leveling an amused—if not unimpressed—look at me.
“Am I?” he countered. “On my knees in the shower to kiss your feet, Sophie, and you ask if I’m kinky?”
My jaw fell open, but the look on Finn’s face didn’t falter.
“I didn’t…I never.”
“I know,” he said. “That’s why I’m asking if you want to come with me tonight. Maybe we can get some ideas.”
“Ideas,” I rasped, nodding along with him without even realizing.
