The Engagement Gift(22)
She cupped my cheek. “I was so scared to tell you.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want to lose you. You’re my everything.”
“Baby, you won’t lose me. You have more and more of me every day.”
“I know that now . . .”
I pressed my hand to her heart. “Know that always. I don’t want you to be afraid to tell me your dreams. Whatever kind they are. Work, family, sex, anything. We’ll either make them happen together or work through what they mean. Okay?”
She breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you. But did you know all along that I wanted this? Were you trying to get me to admit it?”
I grinned, a naughty little smirk. “Baby, you need to get better at hiding your browser history.”
Her mouth fell into an O. “Oops.”
I squeezed her hip. “Or maybe you left it visible on purpose.”
She shrugged. “Maybe subconsciously. But, Finn, did this change anything for you?”
I gestured to the room, to us. “What do you think? Are we still the same?”
She leaned in and kissed my forehead. “No. We’re not the same. We’re better.”
When Jake left the bathroom, I brought Lily into the shower and cleaned her up, then asked her the one last question on my mind. “Have I unleashed a monster? Are you going to want this again?”
She grinned wickedly, and I groaned in mock frustration.
“Kidding!” she said. Then she added, “Not kidding?”
“So, you’re a threesome junkie?”
She placed a hand on my chest. “Actually, I’m all good. I’m totally satisfied. But I can’t promise there won’t be other kinky things I’ll want to try. Is that okay?”
I pressed a kiss to her lips. “I can promise it’s more than okay.”
After we dried off, she shot me a naughty look in the mirror. “Is it okay if Jake stays for a little longer? I have something for the two of you.”
“Sure,” I said, intrigued.
Then she told me what it was, and it seemed like the perfect send-off.
*
In the middle of the night, I woke to find her between my legs, sucking me off, as she’d told me in the shower she wanted to do.
When she was through, she moved to Jake and took care of him, also part of the plan.
After, she wiped a satisfied palm across her lips, then said, “And that’s my gift to the two of you.”
14
Jake
I left in the early hours of the morning.
My job was over, and it was one of the best nights ever.
How could it not be? Hot-as-sin sex capped off with a middle-of-the-night sleepy BJ?
Hell, it was good, indeed, to be Finn’s best friend.
But none of this was unexpected, though I couldn’t completely read Kate and her motivation. I’d never entirely been able to read her.
Why had she played a part in last night’s events?
The next morning after I slept some more, I met her at a diner.
She wore a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin and raised her eyebrows as I walked in, sitting across from her.
“And how was the play, Mrs. Lincoln?” she asked knowingly.
I laughed. “It was some kind of show.”
“Was it now?” She took a sip of her coffee.
I studied her alluring eyes, hunting for answers. “Has anyone ever told you that you can’t resist getting your hands in the pie?”
“Interesting analogy,” she mused. “But I prefer to think of myself as a dirty fairy godmother.”
“Is that who you are?” I asked.
Lazily, she kicked her foot back and forth as if in answer. “Everyone has their kink, right?"
15
Kate
It was an excellent question, even if I was still figuring out my own kink.
Did I get off on others getting it on, even if I wasn’t there?
Maybe I did.
I’d always been intrigued with what other people liked to do behind closed doors. And maybe I liked to watch a little, too.
But that’s not why I fashioned myself into a naughty matchmaker.
I did it because what were best friends for but to help you in your time of need, to shop for dresses, and to subtly guide you to the threesome of your heart’s desire?
I knew what Lily wanted, so I’d planted the idea of Jake in her head—Jake, because I knew he’d be game.
How did I know?
Call it instinct. Call it a gut feeling. Jake was a friend, and I’d been well aware of his sexual appetite.
All I had to do was drop his name as the necessary third party, and Lily was game.
But now, here I was, enjoying eggs and hash browns and the post-game satisfaction of having called it from a mile away, and looking at Jake in a new light.
Was that part of my kink? Was he?
Perhaps he could be.
I couldn’t deny that a part of me was damn curious what Jake was like in bed.
More than I’d been before.
I hadn’t lied when I’d told Lily I wasn’t attracted to Jake, but it was more that I’d never thought of him like that before, even though Lily had suggested him to me in the dress shop. Maybe I hadn’t let myself think of him that way since I’d always had a hunch he’d be the perfect party for Lily’s fantasy. I didn’t want to stand in the way of her pleasure. What kind of friend would do that? Not this one.