I’d already planned for this, knowing it was Finn’s drink of choice and anticipating we’d all need a little liquid courage. I opened the freezer and pulled out a crystal tumbler, three ice cubes already stuck together inside. Finn’s stare flickered up to mine, softening as Sophie took the glass out of my hand and set it down in front of the liquor tray.
“Two shots of whiskey, one shot of vermouth.” Finn’s hands danced across Sophie’s ribs while she twisted open caps and did her best to pour the liquor into the glass without spilling.
“Then what?”
“Dash of bitters.”
She found the bottle, shook some out.
“Mix it well,” he murmured, hands sliding down her ribs to the waistband of her pants. “Then into the glass with a cherry or two.”
Sophie swallowed hard. It was so rare to see her unsettled sexually, but I didn’t think I’d get tired of it. Even when Finn was over the first time, Sophie had no issues taking charge and telling us what she wanted. I expected the same. Finn and I had even talked about the soft submission I often displayed for Sophie, but that wasn’t what I was getting. His fingers dusted across her bare skin until she dropped the second cherry into the glass and shoved the bottle away and grabbed the counter to brace herself.
“What doyouwant to drink?” he asked her.
“I’ve been drinking wine all night.”
“Okay.” Finn angled his head toward me. “And him?”
“Daniel?” Sophie asked, a little breathless.
Finn’s hands had moved from her waist to her belly, toying with the few inches of skin between the band of her pants and her navel. All I could think about was Finn tugging down the soft cotton and finding more of that gorgeous blue lace against Sophie’s flushed skin.
“Vodka soda is fine for me,” I said.
“Do you have another glass in the freezer?”
I hadn’t thought that far ahead, too focused on wanting the mess of a man who’d gotten away from me this time last year. I opened the cabinet and took out a clean glass, filled it with ice, then slid it down the counter to where Sophie and Finn stood.
“Do you know how to do this one?” he whispered into her ear.
Sophie’s lashes fluttered. “Tell me, just to be sure.”
She could make a vodka soda in her sleep.
“Two shots of vodka,” Finn told her anyway, the curve of his smile making it clear he knew she didn’t need instruction.
Sophie popped open the bottle and poured two shots on top of the ice. A little clear liquor splashed against her finger and before she could wipe it off, Finn grabbed her wrist, lifted her hand to his mouth and sucked it off her knuckle.Sophie moaned, pressing into him, and I wondered if we’d been ambitious thinking we could make it an entire weekend together.
“Delicious,” he murmured. “Now top if off with soda. Squeeze in a lime.”
She managed her way through the instructions, knife steady when she reached for the lime. She cut it, squeezed, and pushed the drink toward me with a desperate glance. Sophie was beyond horny, to the point where her thoughts were overrun with sex. It was rare for her to allow herself to get so caught up in the moment, her need for control and oversight more prevalent than almost anything else in her life. Maybe getting herself off in the shower had been the right thing to do. Her blood was flowing, anticipation for Finn heightening her senses.
Mine too.
She wasn’t the only one affected by him, by the sight of him. Watching him touch her softer than a feather, seeing the gooseflesh break out across her skin in the wake of his fingers, had my own cock thickening against my thigh. As much as Sophie wanted, so did I.
So did Finn.
“Now what?” she asked. Finn pressed his body against hers, and she moaned, going pliant against him. It was the first time I felt jealous of my fiancé, the first time I wanted to be in her place instead of by her side.
“Is this a safe space?”
Knowing what I knew now about Finn’s history, I understood the question wasn’t something he asked in jest. Finn truly needed to trust that Sophie and I were solid and steady or else there was no way for him to relax enough to really find pleasure in being with us. And we did want that. We wanted it with him more than we’d wanted it with any partner before him. Sophie and I were not new to being open. We’d shared partners moretimes than I could count, but this thing with Finn was different, and this weekend was our chance to prove it to him.
“Yes,” I told him.
Finn rubbed his cheek against Sophie’s hair and looked at me from the corner of his eye, fingers still working circles and swirls over her waist and her hips.
