“Better get to it then,” Tucker says to me.
I grin and stroke a hand up and down Evan’s back. “If you insist.” Then I move in behind him and thrust.
The force drives him deeper into Finley, and she cries out again as Evan groans.
I grip his shoulder—the pleasure ripping through me as I pull out and thrust again. Then again.
Evan matches my rhythm immediately, and it feels like we’re fucking Finley together.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Evan grits out.
“He’s talking to me,” Finley says, catching my gaze over Evan’s shoulder.
I grin. “You sure about that?” Then I thrust harder and faster.
“Fuck,” Evan groans.
She sucks in a breath but still says, “Yes, I’m sure.”
“Brat,” I tell her.
She grins.
And I fuck them even faster, driving Evan into her, making them both curse and moan and finally, cry outmyname as they come.
I finish right behind them, roaring out my completion, digging my fingers into Evan’s shoulder and hip, my eyes locked on Finley’s gorgeous face.
After I let go of him, Evan slumps forward, kissing her deeply. She unwraps her legs from his waist, but holds his face in her hands until he lifts his head. Then she meets my eyes again.
“Love you,” she mouths.
“Love you, too.” I reach over Evan to run a finger over her lips before pulling back and heading to the bathroom.
When I return, Evan has disentangled himself and is pulling his pants on. Finley has rolled onto her stomach and is straddling Tucker’s thighs, kissing him.
“You were so good about that,” she tells him, holding his face, kissing him again. “Thank you for being here.”
His hands squeeze her hips. “Nowhere else I’d rather be.”
“Well, I want to reward you for being so good about this new thing that you’re still a little unsure of, I know, but that you’re willing to do for me.”
He lifts a brow. “Do you?”
“Yes.” She wiggles on his lap. “So how do you want me?”
“On my cock,” he says. “Any way, any time.”
She laughs and reaches to free him from his pants. “Can do.” She strokes up and down his impressive length, then opens a condom.
I look around. The room is too small to even have a chair in here. There’s a dresser, a bedside table, a floor lamp, and a bed.
“Come here,” Finley says, extending a hand toward me. “Up here with us.”
I take her hand, and she pulls me onto the bed.
“Evan, you too.” She grabs his arm and tugs him onto the mattress too.
I settle against the headboard beside Tucker, and Evan rests back against my chest as if it’s the most natural thing. Tucker doesn’t seem to mind, or even really notice. His full attention is on the woman in his lap.
