“Are you mad at me?” Avery asks.
Immediately, I cradle her cheek, pulling her soft green eyes to mine. “Baby, no. Not at all. I just figured we’d talk about something like this first.”
“It was a spur-of-the-moment thing,” she mumbles. “You like this, though, right? Or do you not like this with me?”
I’m at a loss for words because this feels like a trap.
No, I don’t like this with you because you’re mine. And I don’t want to share you. I don’t want anyone else, man or woman, touching you, kissing you, looking at you. I want your pleasure to come from me, and me alone.
I want that part of Avery all to myself, but I promised her I wouldn’t keep her in the box. Not like Mason did. I’m supposed to be helping her learn to be brave and confident, and ask for what she wants.
“I only like it if you do. So do you want to do this?”
Our stares are locked as I tighten my arm around her, and it seems like we’re both hoping the other will call uncle. But for some reason, we don’t, so I don’t fight it when Avery says, “No harm in trying, right?”
“Okay.”
She rubs my cock through my jeans and I put my lips on hers and kiss her sweetly.
“Mmm,” she says, “much better.”
“What?” I ask against her lips.
“Nothing.” She pulls away to give me a small smile. “Your lips are starting to feel like home.”
“Mm,” I moan. I couldn’t have said it better myself. “Well, come home then, Queen.”
I hook my hand under her thigh and pull her astride my lap. Our hips lock together as she rests her weight on me. I love when she does that. It’s the ultimate trust. She used to awkwardly hover over me, embarrassed of her weight. It took almost a whole damn summer, but it seems like she’s finally trusting me when I tell her I love every smooth curve and bump on her body. She can get bigger, smaller, or stay exactly the same and I will be obsessed with every single version of this woman I’ve fallen for.
“Oh gag, you guys are so sweet. Stop it with the sugary talk before you accidentally make me catch feelings,” Cass says as she joins us on the couch.
“It’s just sex, Cass. I’m not—”
“Calm down, lover boy,” she teases. “I didn’t mean I’d catch feelings for you.” She winks at me. This is Cass’s default. She knows how important it is in these situations for my girlfriend not to feel jealous or competitive, so we have an unspoken agreement about keeping most of our attention on our guest. It works better that way. “Avery, may I take this off?” Cass taps the tie behind Avery’s back holding her bra in place.
“Um…”
And there. I see it. I wasn’t imagining it. She’s hesitating. There’s a flicker of panic in her eyes. “Baby, you don’t have to—”
“Yes,” Avery says, looking over her shoulder at Cass. “Go ahead.”
Without another word, Cass pulls the tie free and Avery’s heavy breasts drop right into my face. Good God. As it always goes when I’m anywhere near these flawless tits, I get instantly hard. Fine, if we’re doing this…let’s go. I engulf one nipple and pinch the other between my fingers. She squirms under the pressure but doesn’t recoil, so I pinch harder. She groans but leans into my grip.
“Such a good girl,” I coo. “I love how you can take that.”
She grinds against me eagerly, like it’s just us two, and we’re up to our usual antics, but the moment Cass’s hand is on her back, she’s a statue. Goddammit. If Avery doesn’t want to do this, why are we doing this?
“Finn, it’s not going to work like this. Can you pull the couch out?” Cass asks.
Yeah, good idea. Maybe Avery just needs to lie down. She’ll be more comfortable. “Hop up, baby. This couch can go completely flat.” She does as I ask, and I pull the sofa from the wall and flatten the cushions so we have a bed to lie on. At this point, my cock is angry and hard and as much as I want to pull it out, I need Avery to set the pace here.
“Where do you want to start, hon?” Cass asks patiently.
Avery covers her tits with her forearm and manages to shrug. “I don’t know. What do you guys usually do first?”
Cass winks at me and I roll my eyes. She’s being too playful. It’s not her relationship that’s on the line right now. It’s mine.
“Do you want Finn and me to take the lead? Will that be easier?” Cass asks.
Avery nods in relief. “Yes, good. I’ll just ease in.”
“Okay,” Cass says. “You got it.”
She flattens her hand against my chest and rises to her tippy toes to kiss me. Cass is even shorter than Avery, so I have to duck down far for her to reach my lips. Instead, I grab her by the waist and set her feet on top of the sofa so we’re at eye level. Much easier. Eventually, she’s tugging at my belt. She traces my length through my jeans with her hand before she unzips me and teases me through my briefs. She slips her tongue into my mouth, and I almost fall back into the familiar comfort of our old routine until I hear something like a wince from behind me.
“Shit. Oh no,” Cass says, looking over my shoulder. I release Cass and spin around to see Avery in tears with her bra retied around her neck. She’s hysterical, covering as much of her face as she can with both hands. She’s been watching us, crying, putting herself through the torture of seeing me with another woman.
“Fuck,” I mumble. “Avery—”
She holds up both her hands to stop me from advancing and I see her wet cheeks and smeared makeup. “I am…so…sorry,” she says, completely in disarray. She’s gasping for air, trying to control her frenzy. She pats her chest. “My fault…it’s my fault. I thought I could…I just can’t do this…I’m sorry.”
“Baby—” I reach for her, but she steps away. Dammit. She’s going to run. I know it.
“I’m so embarrassed,” she murmurs.
In tandem, I take a step closer and she takes one back, toward the door. She’s looking at me like she’s scared of me.
“Avery, please calm down. Come here. We can stop.”
She glances down to make sure her breasts are fully covered and glances at the door.
I hold out my hand. “Just come here, please.” I feel like I’m coaxing a stray dog out of the street. Like if I move too fast it’s going to go running straight into traffic.
She finally takes my hand and I breathe out in relief.
“Finn, we’re fine. I’m sorry. I’ll be okay.” Then she rips her hand away. “But I need some space. Don’t follow me.” She darts from the room, shutting the door behind her.
Falling backward, I slump onto the edge of the sofa. Cass sits down next to me but knows better than to touch me right now. First, I zip up my jeans and refasten my belt, then I growl in frustration into my hands.
“Fuck this,” I mumble. “I’m going after her.”
“Finn, she asked you not to,” Cass says. “Just give her the night, then go talk to her tomorrow.”