“You should join us,” Sorcha told him.
“Maybe I will in a bit,” Zaine replied.
Sorcha and Finley made it to the dance floor,? and she closed the distance between them. She sipped her drink as she danced, twirling and swaying to the beat.
Ten minutes later, Zaine slid up behind her and Sorcha leaned back against him as she danced. What she wouldn't give to be between them for real.
“I'd love to get you naked between me and Zaine,” Finley leaned in and growled. “It would be hot as fuck.”
Sorcha's eyes widened. “A man who speaks his mind. Refreshing,” she said. She glanced back at her best friend, to find him watching her with a hooded gaze. Had he heard Finley? “It would be hot as fuck,” she agreed, making sure Zaine heard her too.
A growl came from behind her and she looked up at Zaine. She arched a brow in question.
“You want us both?” he asked her. “You want us to fuck you together?”
“Oh, fuck yes,” Sorcha replied.
“Then let's get the fuck out of here. My place is ten minutes away, and my bed is big enough for three,” Zaine said.
Finley pressed against her and she groaned. “You sure you want this, Sweetheart? You want us both?”
“I'm sure, Finley. I'm not a shrinking violet when it comes to sex. I want you both,” Sorcha assured them.
“Thank fuck. Let's go. We'll follow you,” Finley told Zaine.
“Let me pull my bike around the front,” Zaine said. “Then I'll lead the way.”
“No problem. We're a block south of the club,” Finley replied and slipped his arm around Sorcha to lead her to the exit.
Sorcha couldn't believe what was happening. She'd wanted Zaine for a long time, and now she was going to have him. The scary thing was, she could see this as more than a casual fling with both of them. Would they want more? Zaine, she was sure he would, but she'd just met Findley. She didn't know him well enough to know if he would or not.
“You're thinking too loud,” Finley said as they made their way to his SUV.
“Is this just a one-time thing for you?” she asked. “Spend a few hours with the witch, then be on your way?”
“Not if I have any say in it. I don't proposition every woman I take out, but you're different. I can't explain it other than, I feel this strange connection to you.”
“I feel it, too,” she told him. “It's totally crazy, but I'm a firm believer in fate and soulmates. With soulmates, there's an instant connection. And you can have more than one. I felt the connection with Zaine, too. I always have.” They got to the SUV just as Zaine pulled up beside them.
Finley held the door for her and she climbed into the passenger seat. Then he got in and waved at Zaine to let him know he was ready to follow him.
Sorcha couldn't help her excitement and nervousness as they followed Zaine to his home.
Zaine
When he'd heard Finley's words to Sorcha, he'd expected her to flip her shit on him. He knew Sorcha had casual sex. Hell, he wasn't exactly pure himself, but when she looked at him, and he saw the lust in her eyes, he'd known what her response was going to be.
Now he was leading them to his house and he had to remind himself to do the speed limit. He'd wanted her for years, and now he was getting her. He couldn't wait to get her naked. Oddly enough, he didn't mind sharing her with Finley.
He pulled into his garage, parked, and got off his bike. He was at Sorcha's side of the car before Finley could get there, and he offered his hand to help her out.
“Thanks,” she said, a little breathlessly.
Zaine led them into his house, and once the door was closed he pushed Sorcha against it. “I've wanted to do this for so long,” he said and lowered his mouth to hers. When their lips touched, he felt an electric shock go through him and he groaned.
He felt Sorcha's fingers grip his shirt and he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth when her lips parted for him. A mewling sound escaped her that went straight to his cock.
When he finally broke the kiss, they were both breathless. He was pleased with the dazed look in her eyes as he stepped back, giving Finley room to taste her as well.
