I thrust my fingers deep, curling just right while Mason’s thumb rubs her clit. Her legs tremble, and she’s gasping now.
“Look at you,” I whisper against her ear, licking just beneath it as her hips stutter. “So fucking good between us.”
Her head tilts back, resting on Mason’s shoulder. She’s so close, I can feel it in the way her muscles twitch around my finger and her breath stutters.
Knock. Knock.
Alaina’s eyes fly open at the knock on the door, and Mason curses under his breath. I groan but laugh at them both, pulling my fingers out of her perfectchattewhile kissing the side of her neck.
“Wait here,mes amours,” I whisper, brushing anotherkiss beneath her jaw and stroking my wet fingers down Mason’s arm that is still buried in her boxers. “I bet it’s just hotel staff.”
Grabbing my discarded jeans from the floor—not that it matters much—I cross to the door to crack it open, just enough to see who the hell thought this was a good time.
It’s Finn-fucking-Greer.
Huh.
He looks up from his phone. “You guys ready?”
My grin is instant. Looks like he didn’t get the message.
Perfect.
Without giving him time to process, I reach out and yank him inside, shut the door with a click, let my jeans fall to the floor again, and lean against the door with my arms crossed as he stares at the three of us.
He zeros in on Alaina, who’s still half-trembling in Mason’s arms, flushed and panting.
Finn’s eyes go wide. “Shit, I didn’t know.”
He turns to bolt, probably, but I step into his path. “Greer, remember how I told you that this is an all-in situation?”
He nods slowly, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows.
“I think I gave you time enough to decide if you’re all-in.”
“You did.”
“And?Are you?” I tilt my head. “Even if that means seeing me and Mason, our naked asses, sucking and fucking yourbaby girl?”
His gaze cuts to Alaina again, and something in him clicks into place. His jaw firms, eyes never leaving hers as he says, “Like I told her. I love her, and I want her. I’ll support her. No matter what or who she wants.”
Bonne réponse, dickhead.
“Then go stand over there,” I tell him, pointing to the window. “And watch how we make her feel good.”
Finn hesitates long enough for Mason to jump in, his voice dry. “You’re still in the doghouse, Greer. Even if you’re doing good. This is a treat, not a punishment.”
“And a little test,” I add with the shitty little grin I know he hates. “See if you’re just words.”
Alaina’s cheeks are flushed deeper than I’ve ever seen, but her eyes are locked on Finn’s as she nods once and murmurs, “Actions are louder than words.”
That seems to do it because Finn swallows again, then walks to the window, hands gripping the windowsill behind him.
I step back toward the bed, towardher, and wink. “Where were we,ma Petite?”
Mason is already pulling her boxers down. “We were making her forget her name.”
“Parfaite.”
