Dante looks to Finn who smiles. “She wants us. If you can pull your head out of your ass and apologize for making the girl feel like you didn’t want her. But you need to decide whether this is something you want to do, because it’s happening with or without you.”
I rub my hand over my face, pausing on my scruffy jaw. “Tom will kill us.”
“Tom left her in our care,” Finn helpfully points out. “He didn’t hire a security firm. He gave her to us.”
“Not to fuck.”
“That’s not his decision.” Dante’s expression is flat. “The only one that can give her is Sara, and she’s been trying for years to give herself to you. You never told her about your kink because you never wanted to scare her away. Part of you wanted to keep her as obsessed as you are.”
He’s not wrong. Fuck. “Fine. So what we take turns? Go at her as a group? Do we invite Drew over to fuck her whenever he wants to? How is this not complicated?”
“Sara leads.”
I arch an eyebrow at Finn and he laughs.
“Yeah, sorry. I know that’s not usually your thing, but in this case, she holds all the power until she decides to hand it over to us.” Finn slides down onto the couch. “She can decide how she wants all of us, but I guarantee she likes at least two at a time.”
“Fuck.” I don’t even know what to do with all this.
“Just talk to Sara.” Dante looks at his phone. “Tell her what you want from her. Give her the consent talk and show her what you want to do to her. Let her make the decision for once instead of making it for her.”
He’s right and I know it. For years, I’ve pushed her away. She was too young. Too innocent. Tom didn’t want to think of his sister with someone like me. Someone who would hurt her to make her feel pleasure.
“I’ve got to go pick her up.” Dante stands and Peabody grumbles as he moves onto the couch. Dante chuckles and pets the dog. “Don’t worry. Finn will protect you from Peabody.”
“Ha ha.” I glare at the small dog, who growls in the back of his throat before tucking his head into his body.
“Hey, maybe if you win over Peabody, you’ll win over Sara.” Finn laughs.
Dante
Sara giggles as she slips and I catch her again.
“How much did you have to drink, pip?” I wrap my arm around her to hold her up. My hand rests on her ribs right below her breast.
“A bit.” She giggles again as we enter the building.
The night doorman nods at me as we walk past.
When we get in the elevator, her eyes are mischievous. “Dante, where are you going to sleep tonight?”
She grabs my belt to tug me to her, but ends up stumbling into me instead. Her nose hits my chest. “Oof.”
Looking up at me, she rubs at her nose. I shake my head and draw her against me, letting her lean into my warmth. Things have gotten complicated. Wyatt wants to be on board, but he’s hurt Sara with his disinterest for too long.
Neither of them will be happy until they have each other. She still wants him, but she’s afraid to go for it.
She kicks off her heels and presses against me. Her fingers creep up my thigh.
“Dante. Can I play with you again?”
Sara’s hand strokes my cock, which is hardening with each touch. Fortunately, the elevator arrives at our floor. Grabbing her shoes, I help her out into the hallway.
The door is unlocked, so I lift her and carry her across the threshold.
Her arms wrap around my neck.
“I’m not drunk, Dante. I just know what I want.” Her fingers stroke the back of my neck, sending little jolts of desire through me.
