“I’m close, too,” Finn said, his pace turning relentless and igniting a tightening in my belly. “You’re mine, and I need to feel you coming all over me.”
The first sign of my release appeared on the horizon. That telltale tension in my core. That aching torture of impending pleasure.
I started to move again, to rise up as best I could, then down, and that tripped the wires in me. I unraveled as I felt Jake go deeper into me, touching parts that had never been touched like this before, all while Finn filled me to the hilt.
This was the edge of desire. The knife’s edge of bliss, and I hovered on it, Jake’s groans flooding the room, his grunts and half-choked out words. “So tight, so hot.”
And Finn’s too. “Come for me, baby. Come for us.”
He might have meant him and me; he might have meant him and Jake.
It didn’t matter.
I keened, my lips parting, my pleasure hitting the sky.
Maybe the sounds were words, maybe they were curses. All the noises I made were shouts to God, as I detonated, shattering into a thousand beautiful pieces while they took me to the ends of my desire. And I fell apart above one man, beneath another, as I finally found the dirty dreams I’d been seeking.
It was, indeed, like a heavenly choir of dirty angels conducting a filthy orchestra in my body. And oh hell, could they conduct me like virtuosos.
I was bathed in bliss, coated in ecstasy. Delicious, wild, carnal pleasure flooded every cell of my body, drugging me into total euphoria, and it was then, the orgasm shaking me to my very core, that Jake followed me, firing first, biting off a string of curse words as he came.
Finn was next. “Baby. Gonna come so hard,” he said, and he didn’t need me to, but I urged him on.
“Yes, give it to me. Give it all to me.”
As he let go, all I could think was this was everything I’d imagined it would be.
And so much more.
I ran a hand down her thigh, gently stroking her skin. Jake petted her hair.
Lily sighed deeply, contentedly.
The look on her face was complete bliss.
And something else, too. Something deeply familiar. Something that warmed me to the core of my soul.
She murmured my name, then lifted her chin, her way of asking for a kiss. I was all too happy to oblige. I dusted my lips to hers, and when we broke apart, she said, “Thank you.”
It was a sleepy, sexy sound.
And it wasn’t only for me. She craned her neck, looked at my best friend, set a hand on his chest, and said reverently, “And thank you.”
“No, Lily. Thank you.”
I laughed. “Sounds like we beat the house tonight. Everyone here won big.” I ran my finger down her nose. “And I’m glad you liked your gift.”
She wriggled like a happy, sated woman. “Best. Gift. Ever.”
I let her relish in the afterglow for a little longer, gently stroking her soft skin.
Then Jake cleared his throat. “Can I get in on this gift action, too? I do hate shopping, so if this could count as my engagement gift, I’d be stoked.”
“Cheapskate,” I teased.
My buddy wiggled an eyebrow. “Unless Lily wants to go for round two on your wedding night. In which case, that’d cover my wedding gift too.”
Smiling lazily, Lily shook her head. “I’m all good, guys. Also, Jake, you do know we don’t even want guests to get us wedding gifts? All you have to do is be there.”
“Yeah, I know. In lieu of gifts, please consider making a donation to your favorite charity. Your presence is our gift,” Jake said, reciting the note we’d included on our invitations. “I guess you could say I donated to couples in need of threesomes.”
Lily cracked up. “Is that your personal cause, Jake?”
“Evidently, it is.”
I smiled, warmed up inside from the knowledge that tonight hadn’t changed a damn thing about my friendship with Jake, or Lily’s with him either.
We were all going to be good.
And I had a feeling this evening was going to make Lily and me even closer. Actually, it already had. Because my woman, the love of my life, had let me into her mind, into her fantasies.
I had to let her know how much that meant to me.
And I did when we were alone, since Jake excused himself for a quick shower.
As the water beat down from the bathroom, I pulled her close in the bed. “You don’t have to thank me. I should be thanking you.”
“Why?” she asked curiously.
I banded an arm around her waist. “Because all I want is for you to be happy. I want to give you everything, and I’ve always wanted that. You let me in—let me into your secret fantasies. And I could tell you were scared to tell me.”