The Engagement Gift(13)

“Or maybe he’d play with your ass while you sucked me off.”

I moaned around his dick at that image. Lust shot down my spine then shook me to my core when he thrust his dick in my mouth till I gagged a little. He didn’t pull it out. He made me adjust to the depth, and I did, since I’d learned how to take it all the way. Learned from him, from how he liked it.

“Bet you’d love that. Bet you’d come so fucking hard like that.”

I felt like I could come right now, even with his cock so deep in my throat. I could come now, and then again, and then I’d want another. I needed this fantasy desperately. Needed it to be real.

“Or,” he said, his hands curling around my head as he pumped his dick between my lips, “I could fuck your pussy while he fucked your ass.”

Pleasure tore through me, and I craved relief. Shoving a hand between my legs, I stroked and rubbed as Finn unleashed his orgasm in my mouth, and I took myself over the edge.

Never had I needed to come more than in that moment.

My orgasm swept over me as I swallowed his.

When he tugged me up and looked me in the eyes, he ran the backs of his fingers against my cheek, such a gentle, tender gesture. “Tell me you want that.”

“I want that,” I said, and the weight lifted. I felt invigorated, alive, all my nerve endings buzzing. “I want you to give that to me.”

He kissed my forehead. “I will, baby. I will.”





6





Finn





Some things in life were hard. Getting over the loss of someone you loved. Making a half-court shot in basketball. And winning a case when the evidence was overwhelmingly against your client.

And some were easy.

Surprisingly so.

Pulling your best friend aside in the casino at the Luxe. Asking him to play a round of slots. Feeding the machine some tokens and asking, “How would you feel about a threesome with Lily and me?”

He shot me a look like I was crazy. “Dude, I am not touching you.”

I rolled my eyes. “No shit, asshole. There will be no sword crossing, accidental or purposeful.”

“Amen to that.”

I smacked his arm. “This isn’t about me. It’s about her. The point is to worship her. To give her a fantasy. The focus would be on her and only her. To make her feel like a queen getting serviced by two kings in the bedroom.”

He scratched his jaw, took a deep breath, and exhaled. “Let me make sure I’m understanding this correctly. You’re asking me to join you and your fiancée in a devil’s threesome.” He made a hook ’em sign with his hand like he was at an 80s rock concert.

“Yes.”

“And that means you want me to fuck your fiancée?” he asked, deliberately blunt, I could tell. Putting it in no uncertain terms.

When he worded it that way, I bristled. I clenched my jaw. Jealousy flamed in me, but then seconds later, it died down. I was possessive of Lily, but what I wanted all to myself was what I knew I had—her heart, her soul.

They were never in question, so I didn’t need to be jealous.

And I wanted her to have all her dirty desires come true.

“She wants us both at the same time,” I said. “Do you want her?”

He laughed like I’d said the dumbest thing. “You’re marrying a babe. She’s also an amazing girl. If she wants this, I’d much rather you ask me than find someone online. And, truth be told, if you’d done this with a stranger, I think I’d be really offended. So I suppose now that you’ve offered, you’re stuck with me and my ten-inch dick. But she definitely wants it?”

I rolled my eyes. “Your dick is not ten inches.”

“Have you measured it?”

“No, and I never will, but I’m confident it’s not ten inches.” I took a beat. “And to answer your other question, yes, she does. Look, I can ask her to join us right now and work out the details.”

Jake held out his hands wide. “If it’s ladies’ night, the lady ought to be having a say.”

I texted her, and a few minutes later she joined us, standing by my side. She looked guilty, but in a cute way, like she’d been caught taking money from my wallet to buy me a gift.

She was the only gift I ever wanted.

“Hi,” she said, all breathy and sexy.

“Hey, Lil,” Jake said, meeting her gaze. “You really want this? This is coming from you?”

Her shoulders shuddered, but she remained poised. “I do.”

“And what are your rules?” he asked.

“My rules?” She sounded surprised.

I roped my arm tighter around her. “This is your fantasy, baby. You set the stage. We’re your actors.”

She nibbled on the corner of her lips, took a deep breath, then answered. “I want to feel amazing. To explore my fantasies. To say no when I want. To say yes to what I want.” She met my gaze, her blue eyes brimming with honesty. “To keep loving you.” She looked at Jake. “For you guys to keep being friends.” She raised her chin. “And for the two of you both to have free rein with my body. To make me come again and again.”

I tugged at my shirt collar.

Jake glanced down at his crotch. “Yeah, that’s clear. And my dick likes the idea of all that, so I’d say we can do it tonight.”