by Liz Meldon
Tonight, Skye’s smile could outshine the sun.
Finn stood back, watching her chat with a cluster of Coral Bay’s social elite like she had been born to do it. So carefree, so easy. She entertained, beguiled, and charmed everyone within a ten-foot radius of her, but no one could have her. No one but him and Cole. Holding two glasses of bubbly, Finn cast a glance across the huge hall that the organizers of tonight’s event had reserved at The Starlight Inn, Coral Bay’s premiere hotel for tourists without a budget. Cole had also recently been sequestered by a group of society fiends, but he looked noticeably less comfortable than Skye, a glass of untouched red wine clutched in his hand, a tense, forced smile on his lips.
If only their little ball of sunshine were standing beside him—then he would be at ease. As it was, they still had more work to do to make Cole a breezy society man. He’d get there. Some people really started to shine in their thirties.
Still, despite the man’s stiffness at being cornered by a group of individuals Finn knew for a fact he couldn’t stand, Cole was a great deal calmer now than he had been a year ago. As he’d predicted, Cole had been thrilled to finally lay all his feelings for Skye on the line. Their relationship with her was a good thing, for all three of them, but in order to make the most of it, Cole had needed to pull back from his company.
That had proved easier said than done. For the first four months of their now yearlong affair, Cole had been a bit of a disaster. Once he’d let Finn in on his anxiety issues, both Finn and Skye were able to help him transition better, but such monumental changes to his status quo had been a challenge. Luckily, there were two people who had his back through thick and thin, and he’d come out of the turbulence a better man.
Shortly after that, Finn’s father had had a heart attack, and suddenly it had been Cole and Skye holding him up through the whole ordeal. While his father had made a swift recovery, the incident had shaken Finn to his core, and he made it a goal to visit his parents in the UK at least every other month. All that flying meant Skye was occasionally without both of her men in their shared ocean-side home, but she had been more than understanding—with everything, honestly. Skye had been a dream through all the ups and downs of the last year, from learning the ropes of this new dynamic, to Cole’s professional crisis, to Finn’s father’s health scare. She had been sublime.
So, there had hardly been a discussion between Cole and Finn when she’d broken down about a month ago about the lack of public affection between the threesome. In order to keep their blossoming new relationship out of the tabloids, they had all kept their distance until they figured things out. It had damn well nearly killed Finn not to touch Skye in public. He could hardly keep his hands off her at home, but at the time he had understood the necessity of not bringing undue stress into the new relationships—the threesome and his personal relationship with Skye.
It had made him love her more when she’d eventually expressed her dismay at the whole situation. It was then all three had agreed to flip a collective middle finger to society and just be. So, tonight, their first official social outing as a threesome was rather important.
And seeing Skye smile that thousand-watt smile, her energy infectious and her flirtations both frustrating and endearing—Finn was over the moon. He didn’t give a damn what people thought, nor would he give two shits about what the tabloids wrote regarding all three of them posing together for the event photographers when they arrived in matching navy blue attire, Skye sandwiched between Cole and Finn.
And, really, that was the norm these days. The trio had a refreshingly active sex life a year into the relationship, with Skye alternating between Cole and Finn—though mostly it was all three together. For the first time in his life, Finn had zero complaints about his sex life with a significant other.
Others. Even if he and Cole weren’t romantically entangled in all this, the man was still very much a part of the relationship for Finn.
Usually he welcomed Skye taking the initiative, but the minx had gotten him all hot and bothered in the shower earlier—and hadn’t finished what she’d started, practically bouncing off the walls because of tonight’s outing. It didn’t take a genius to read her moods, though he suspected Cole still struggled a bit. As adorable as her excitement was, she had been far too handsy before they’d left the house.
And there needed to be consequences for being a saucy little tease. Finn took a quick sip from his champagne flute, his grin shifting from smitten to wicked as he crossed the hall toward her.
“So sorry,” he murmured as he edged into the gathering of socialites around Skye. Finn handed over her drink, which she took with a brilliant but cheeky little smile of her own. Clearing his throat, he raised his voice a little to catch the attention of the group as he said, “I’m afraid I need to steal her away for a moment. Excuse us…”
Hand gently cupping her elbow, Finn steered her away from the crowd, pleased to have her all to himself again. As Skye sampled the champagne, practically purring with delight, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent a quick, discrete text to Cole. With the message delivered, he had about ten minutes to get her exactly where they wanted her.
“Where are we going?” she asked when he guided her out of the reception hall, away from the bright lights and red décor. He had already scoped out the first floor of the hotel, but Finn merely shrugged as if to suggest he was making this up as he went along.
“Somewhere private,” he rumbled as his arm snaked around her waist and tugged her against him. She giggled, champagne climbing either side of the flute, and he seized the opportunity to swoop down and press a kiss to her neck, teeth grazing the delicate skin ever so slightly.
“Finn,” she gasped, eyes wide and cheeks red. “We can’t.”
“I won’t keep you for long,” he assured her, taking a sharp left toward the first-floor conference rooms. He’d already asked an attendant to unlock Conference Room C, which had a view of the pool area and the beach beyond. When the man hesitated, Finn had slipped him a fifty and promised to compensate him at the end of the night too if no one disturbed them. Money was, after all, the universal language.
When they reached the conference room in question, Skye turned and pressed herself back against the door. “Finn—”
“Just a taste,” he whispered, his voice dropping to that raspy timbre he knew always drove her wild. His love’s eyes sparkled with delight, lips twisting into a suggestive smirk.
“Well. I guess there’s nothing wrong with a taste.” She bit her lower lip as she fumbled behind her for the door handle, crying out in surprise when the door opened without a hitch. She stumbled back with it, and Finn moved in after her, ever the hunter, dark eyes fixed on his delectable prey.
“I think someone’s a little drunk,” he teased as she found her footing, closing the door gently behind them. As he’d requested, the lighting remained low, only the inner circle of pod lights over the large oval table in the center of the room lit. With the heavy tint on the windows, they were able to see the spectacular view of the gardens and the outdoor pool, twinkling strands of white lights strung up around the space like starlight—but no one could see them. Beyond the spectacular manmade view outside, the Pacific lapped at the empty shoreline, the hotel beach off-limits after sunset.
“Well, isn’t this fancy?” Skye mused. She set her champagne on the table and ran a hand over the back of a leather-backed chair. She then glanced over her shoulder at him, an eyebrow arched. “I almost think you planned this, Mr. Rai.”
“On the contrary, Miss Summers…” He sauntered toward her, taking slow, calculated steps—otherwise he would mount her like some savage. Although he was more than a little eager to taste her, wanting nothing more than to pop her up on the table and bury his face between her thighs, his and Cole’s plan required tact. Patience. Restraint. He could adeptly switch on those qualities in just about every other area of his life when he needed to—except when it came to Skye Eloise Summers. He s
topped within a foot of her, then pinched her chin between thumb and forefinger, enjoying the way she inhaled sharply. “I just wanted you all to myself for a few minutes. Wearing that, can you blame me?”
She plucked the drink from his hand and set it next to its twin on the table. He waited, absolutely still, until she grabbed his tie and tugged him toward her.
“I suppose I can spare a few minutes,” she murmured, tilting her face up toward his, the heat of her breath dancing across his lips. “Are you sure that’s enough time?”
“Miss Summers, how utterly salacious of you.” Before she could whisper something else, something that might just be his undoing, Finn hooked an arm around her waist and dragged her up against him. She giggled, the sound music to his ears, and opened herself up to him like a flower in bloom, lips parting as soon as his claimed them. Her moan made his cock stir, and it took every ounce of Finn’s restraint not to throw her on the table and just have his way with her. Fuck the plan. Cole could join in if he wanted…
No. He caught her lower lip with his teeth and tugged, savoring the way her hands fisted in the material of his suit jacket. They had already worked this out. Skye didn’t get to have her cake and eat it too—not today, anyway. Still, he ought to win some kind of award for his fortitude, especially when she arched against him, ground her hips up and sighed contentedly as she sought her own pleasure.
Unable to help himself, Finn found his hand delving under her dress and trailing upward to cup her, groaning when he felt her hot and wet already. As her tongue stroked his, coaxing it into her mouth, he slipped a finger under her panties, quickly realizing she had chosen a pair that were hardly more than a slip of fabric—fabric damp with her arousal at this point. He tore his mouth from hers, running it down the column of her throat as he hastily lifted the flowy material of her dress—and found a nearly bare ass staring up at him when he peered over her shoulder. He hissed, cupping one pert cheek as his teeth sank ever so slightly into the nape of her neck. Skye moaned again, bucking her hips against him.
“Fuck me,” Finn growled, grasping her other cheek and squeezing.
“Mmm, gladly,” she purred in his ear, hands dropping to his belt. However, just as she got the buckle undone, the conference room door opened—and in walked Cole.
Just in the nick of time. Finn had to all but throw himself away from her; if the man had taken two minutes longer, he would have walked in on them going at it on the middle of that faux mahogany table.
“Took you long enough,” he grumbled, doing his belt up as Cole closed the door behind him.
“Hi, you,” Skye crooned, leaning back against a nearby chair, sprawled like a delectable appetizer Finn needed to devour. However, when Cole locked the door, her saucy little display faltered somewhat, and Finn smirked as she straightened. “What are you doing?”
“Ensuring we have a bit of privacy,” Cole remarked, bright, totally sober blue eyes sweeping over Finn as he marched toward her. As soon as they darted back to Skye, however, Finn caught the change—the dark desire pooling within, the blazing heat that burned for Skye and Skye alone.
“Sounds fun,” she said, the teasing edge of her tone vanishing as Cole bore down on her. Finn watched her adjust her dress, her barely-there panties, then swallow hard when Cole snatched her wrist and yanked her away from the chair. He thrust her between them, Finn towering over her even in her heels.
“It isn’t going to be fun, sweetheart,” Cole growled, closing in on her with calculated precision. Skye’s body bumped into Finn, and she glanced back, eyes wide, when his full-on, albeit currently restrained, erection nudged her backside. He caught her by the hips, forcing her to face forward, all the while biting his cheeks to keep from smiling. Cole, after all, looked perfectly serious. He was much better at this shtick than Finn was—which was why he usually let the man take the lead. After all, sometimes it was just as fun to watch a master at work.
“It isn’t?” Skye asked, knitting her fingers together behind her back—subtly arching her chest out in the process. Honestly. Did she not know what she did to them?
“No.” Cole grasped her by the chin, his hand sliding to the column of her throat. “You’ve been an awful tease today, and the worst part is, I think you were perfectly aware of what you were doing…to both of us.”
“Me?” Skye’s eyebrows twitched up, a soft gasping escaping her when Finn tugged her head back ever so slightly by the base of her ponytail. She nibbled her lower lip for a moment, then shook her head—as much as she could move it, anyway. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t done anything to you guys today.”
“Nothing?” Cole glanced up at Finn, voice calm—noticeably in control. “Well… I suppose this will just be a bit of nothing too then, eh?”
“If that’s what we’re calling it,” Finn agreed, then ran his tongue from the base of Skye’s neck to the edge of her ear, fighting back a groan at the way she shivered. “Just a bit of nothing…in retaliation for all that nothing earlier. In the shower.”
“In the bathroom,” Cole added, eyes narrowing when Skye pressed her lips together—as if hiding a smile. He trailed his thumb along her jaw, then slid it across the seam of her lips. “Yes, I think she knows exactly what she’s doing.”
“Guys, I don’t—”
She squealed when Cole’s mouth crashed over hers, their lips parting as he plundered her. Finn merely held her in place, knowing she loved every second of Cole’s roughness from the way she moaned. With his cock straining painfully against his trousers, Finn ground it against her, just for a few seconds of blissful relief, then straightened—as though he was just as in control as his partner-in-crime—and nodded when Cole pulled away and met his stare. Taking his cue, Finn spun the breathless woman around, then nudged her toward Cole and grinned as the man hoisted her up in one swift motion, an arm around her waist and her back pressed to his chest.
“What are you—oh!” Her cheeks flushed bright red when Cole hooked an arm under each knee and dragged her legs open, supporting her weight with surprising ease. He carried her to the table, Finn following as though this were a well-rehearsed dance between the three of them, the most forbidden tango imaginable. However, rather than splaying her across the wood as Finn thought he might, Cole merely kicked a chair aside and leaned back against the table himself, keeping Skye lifted and exposed.
That sliver of underwear may as well have been on the floor. Her slick sex practically swallowed the fabric, her arousal slicking her swollen lips and the cleft of her thighs. Finn grinned. Perfect for tasting—but he figured she would enjoy that too much. He had learned how to make her come in about three minutes flat with just his tongue.
Tonight, Skye wasn’t going to come at all. Punishment, for her past transgressions. Finn ripped those useless panties off, the strings snapping with the most minimal of efforts. His cock throbbed at the way she gasped and mumbled an incoherent protest; Finn knew she’d get some pleasure from all this. Actually, a whole lot of pleasure. She just wasn’t allowed to climax. That was part of the game, one she had started hours earlier.
He slipped the wet thong into his pocket, then trailed his finger over her sex, circling it around the wet, swollen bud at the helm. She whimpered, shifting about in Cole’s arms, yet the man showed no signs of discomfort. He nipped at her neck in response, an unspoken command to keep still, and Finn bit his cheeks to keep from grinning again; this was going to be too fun. They really would have to make it up to her later.
“What if someone walks in?” she managed, her eyes rolling back and fluttering closed as Finn resumed his leisurely circling of her clit. “W-what if someone sees?”
“Tinted windows, love,” he mused.
“And a locked door,” Cole added, then adjusted his hold on her so that he held her open even wider. It’d be so easy to sink into her—to whip out his cock, about two seconds from bursting, and plunge straight into her delicious heat. Finn took a few measured breaths, reminding himsel
f that this wasn’t about his desires. It was about Skye’s—and denying them.
So, he thrust two fingers into her instead, finding almost no resistance as her wet channel took him in. Finn hissed with pleasure at the feel of her, hot and tight, at the way her arousal coated his knuckles, her head thrown back over Cole’s shoulder and lips parted.
“How wet is she?” Cole demanded, his voice a gravelly rasp as Finn pumped in and out of her, quickly settling on that tender spot along her inner wall.
“Drenched,” he said, adding a faux disappointed sigh, his pace relentless as he worked her over. “I’m not sure we should allow it… This is a punishment, after all.”
Cole’s eyes practically glittered at the word, and he looked pointedly down to his right hand, which held up Skye’s left knee. Catching his meaning, they traded off, Finn propping that leg up with his arm, her knee bent over the crook of his elbow. His pace fumbled briefly during the adjustment, and he grinned when Cole clamped his now-free hand over Skye’s mouth. She moaned louder when Finn worked her faster, pumping that little spot furiously before sliding out to smother her clit. Her hips bucked against him, grinding, seeking her pleasure, but Cole kept her in check when he latched onto her neck and sucked; Finn knew from experience that, if he took her shoes off in that moment, he’d find her toes curled tightly. At the first sign of that telltale blush working down her face, where it would ooze along her neck and pool between her pert breasts, Finn figured she was close.
He ought to stop. That was the plan, after all. Bring her to the edge, first Finn, then Cole, and leave her a writhing, soaked mess on the table while they went out to rejoin the party.
But Finn couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when all he wanted to do was bury himself balls deep inside her and feel her come undone around his cock.
