Tucker is leaning against the kitchen counter. He reaches out and pulls Finley back, tucking her up against his chest between those muscular thighs. He wraps his arms around her. “Yeah. We’re good. I’m open to figuring out whatever our girl and all of us need. I’d like to hang out with you guys more, get to know you better.”
I nod. “That would be fantastic. After all, we have one very important thing in common. We all love Finley.”
“Damn fucking right we do.”
Finley’s cheeks are pink now, but she’s beaming. She looks comforted and cuddled in Tucker’s big embrace.
Just to make sure we’re all on the same page, I cup Finley’s cheeks and kiss her, while she’s wrapped up in Tucker’s arms.
She sucks in a breath and opens readily for me, letting me sweep my tongue inside her mouth.
I hear Tucker murmur, “That’s it. Good girl.”
When I pull back, we’re both panting, and Tucker looks like he wants to turn her around and seat her on his cock right here and now.
Finley takes Tucker’s hands and rubs them over her nipples. Then her eyes drift closed briefly before she steps away.
“Food first,” she says sternly, pointing a finger at Tucker. “We’re all going to hang out.”
He puts his hands up. “Whatever you say.” Then he grins. “The only rules are your rules.”
Finley sticks her tongue out at him, and we all relax.
We’re good.
This is good.
So we busy ourselves with dishing up the food, pouring wine, and small talk.
“Where are your sisters?” Christopher asks.
“They’re off falling in love,” Finley says breezily. “Frannie is with Hunter, and Fiona is at Kyle’s for the night. I mean, we are triplets. I guess it stands to reason we’d all fall in love at the same time.”
“The whole firm is apparently falling in love,” Christopher remarks. “Me, you, now Kyle. And apparently, Mary Grace. I heard rumors she was making out with a younger guy at Swanson’s Saturday night.”
I’m taking a sip of my wine, and I almost choke on it. “Shut the fuck up.”
Finley grins. “Good for her! If Mary Grace is getting dick, I think it’s going to greatly improve office morale.”
We laugh.
“Who is Mary Grace?” Tucker asks.
“The scary one,” Finley tells him, reaching around him to snag a noodle off of a plate and pop it in her mouth. “Charles’s daughter.”
“Ah. She is scary,” he agrees.
“Maybe less so now.”
Our conversation flows easily like that throughout a fun, casual dinner eaten around the coffee table. We talk about the late spring, Tucker’s new bid he’s submitting for an expansion on the country club, Finley’s bar exam prep. We talk about our families and why casual Fridays don’t exist in law firms, and Tucker and I learn we share a passion for kayaking.
It’s easy and just what we all needed. We open a second bottle of wine, and after we clean up, we start to move toward sex without saying a word. Christopher’s hand strokes my inner thigh. Tucker is playing with Finley’s hair. She has her feet thrown over my legs, and she wiggles a toe in the direction of my cock.
“Tucker,” she says at one point, snuggling her ass against him. “You have a really massive hard-on.”
“You have a perfect ass, and I want you now.”
“Oh,” she breathes. She gives me a naughty grin. “What do you think, Evan?” She glances over at Christopher. “I did ask for food and fucking tonight.”
