The Engagement Gift An After Dark Standalone Romance - Lauren Blakely Page 0,19

swore I was going to come on the dance floor. I spun around, grabbed his hand, and marched him to the restroom, shutting it, locking it, and telling him to take out his erection.

“With pleasure.”

He unzipped his jeans, and I drew him into my mouth, sucking him deep. I wasted no time with flicks or swirls. I needed all of his length, and I needed it now.

Mercilessly, he took my mouth, cursing and groaning like he’d never been sucked so good before.

He couldn’t speak. Could only moan and grunt, it seemed.

But soon his groans turned into words again. “He’d walk in and see the way you need something between your legs so badly. He’d get behind you, slide his hands around your waist, and finger you as I fucked your mouth. Would you like that?”

Between my legs, I felt heavy, aching with desire. I nodded my answer. My only answer. I wouldn’t like it—I’d love it.

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

I moaned around him at that image. Lust shot down my spine then shook me to my core when he thrust in my mouth. “Bet you’d love that. Bet you’d come so hard like that.”

I felt like I could come right now, even with him 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 length between my lips, “I could fuck your pussy while he took your ass.”

Pleasure tore through me, and I craved relief. Shoving a hand between my legs, I stroked and rubbed as Finn unleashed his release in my mouth, and I went 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.”

His voice was intense. Thick with need.

Once more I was reminded—he’s obsessed with your pleasure.

I could hear it in his tone. He wanted this like I did.

And I finally felt free enough to say it. Free enough to take the chance. Because I understand what we had in a whole new way—we’d make it out on the other side, even closer.

That’s who we were.

We were madly in love, and we were madly in trust. But we also knew each other. To the depths of our souls, to the heart of our fantasies.

From wedding music to football calls to pad thai. From late night talks to early morning runs to all the things we shared.

We were a unit. We were bound. “I want that,” I said, and the weight lifted. I felt invigorated, alive, all my nerve endings buzzing. My heart was lighter. My mind was free. “I want you to give that to me.”

He kissed my forehead, relief and desire in his tone. “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?”

It didn’t feel awkward. Honestly, it was like a weight had lifted. I could finally say what she wanted. Finally put the plans into place to give it to her. It was freeing, in a way.

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

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

“Amen to that.”

“But I’m serious, man,” I said, dropping the ribbing. “This is what she wants. I want to give her everything.”

He didn’t say anything right away. “You do.”

It was a statement, not a question. But I answered it anyway. “Yeah, I do. That’s my goal.”

“And she wants this? She wants a threesome?”

I nodded, feeling no shame in sharing this. “She does, and it 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,