The brothers all picked up on it too, sharing awkward glances with each other before Finn broke the ice.
“Are you dying, Marsh?” Finn teased. “Do we have another brother?”
Everyone laughed, and Hunter swore under his breath, “Probably.”
“No,” Marshall promised, offering Finn a grateful look. “It’s just that Silas and I…we’re getting married.”
CHAPTER 37
FINN
Marshall’s bomb deflected any lingering attention away from my relationship with Daniel and Sophie, which meant I was able to enjoy the rest of my dinner without any interruption. The news went over well, and I never let on to my brother that I already knew his little secret. Silas promised they weren’t actually married yet, that they hadn’t set a date and the rest of it, but that would change soon.
I was happy for my brother, but more than that, I was happy for myself.
The drive to Rapture was laced with excitement, an indescribable kind of promise, and by the time the three of us made it inside, I was ready to vibrate out of my skin. I got us drinks from a cute bartender named Bryce and turned to survey the club. It was busy, even for a Friday. The dance floor was packed, people dancing and gyrating and probably more. There was a new playroom on the first floor that had been built since my last visit, which admittedly had been nearly a year before. I’d teased my brother about it, but I knew I was nowhere near the kinkiest in the bloodline.
“First thoughts?” I asked Sophie.
She had a death grip on Daniel’s hand, but her eyes were wide and even in the low light of the club, I could see the pink on her cheeks.
“Looks normal,” she said.
“Let’s go upstairs,” Daniel suggested.
I let the two of them lead the way, Daniel clearly knowing the lay of the land for someone who’d only ever come out to watch. The loft wasn’t as busy as the first floor, but a group of friends took up most of the space, talking and laughing with each other over an expensive-looking bottle of whiskey.
One of the playrooms was occupied, the door propped open.
“We can’t just watch them,” Sophie hissed when I pulled her toward the opening.
“It’s an invitation,” I assured her, kicking the block in front of the door with my foot. “It’s deliberate. It’s exhibitionism.”
Inside the room, we found a relatively intense scene, and it took about thirty seconds for me to worry it might be too much for Sophie. But as bruises the shape of fingers bloomed on the back of a slender man’s thighs, Sophie leaned back against me and Daniel, her breath coming quicker and harder.
“Have you ever spanked Daniel?” I asked softly.
She shook her head.
“I’ve spanked her,” he answered, grabbing her waist and keeping our bodies pressed together.
“Did you like it?”
“A little,” she said.
Daniel nodded.
I worried the inside of my lip. It hadn’t been terribly long since I’d played around like that in the bedroom, but I wasn’t sure what repeating the events would be like. I couldn’t let memories of Neil and Annette haunt me forever.
“What about you?” Sophie asked, glancing up at me.
In the playroom, the dominant partner opened a bottle of lube and poured copious amounts of it onto his partner’s asshole. His fingers went in easily and my own hole clenched, imagining myself in his spot.
“I don’t feel strongly about it one way or another,” I told her.
We watched the naked man get prepped and stretched, watched his Dom thrust into him with an agonizing slowness so torturous it had my own cock throbbing with desperation.
“I don’t think we should watch this,” Sophie murmured.
