Page 116 of Our Little Dove

Pulling out my phone, I scroll to the video Fintan sent me months ago of our first night together. I have been watching it nearly every day since it was sent and I find myself hating it less and less.

I want our content to be raw, unplanned and deliciously depraved like this was.

Moments later, Kieran and Fintan walk through the door, bags in hand. They eye me as I sit here, watching the video at full volume but I pay them no mind.

I have never let them know that I watch it, let alone allowed them to watch me while I do.

Fintan places his share of the grocery bags on the counter before sauntering over to the couch. “What is my little Dove watching?” he asks in a smooth and curious tone as he leans down to get a look at my screen.

He watches the remainder of the video over my shoulder, his breath is warm on my neck as the familiar scene plays out in front of us. The dimly lit room, the moans and groans, their masks—it all feels like a lifetime ago. Fintan’s eyes flicker with a mix of emotions as he watches the three of us on the screen, a guilty smile tugging at his lips.

“I can’t believe you still have this,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with nostalgia. Kieran joins us on the couch, his presence grounding me in the present moment. I sit up and move to the middle and they sit down at my sides. He reaches over and taps the screen, pausing the video on the moment of their kiss while they fucked me.

“That night changed everything for us—For all of us,” Kieran says, his voice firm but gentle. “It did,” I add, resting my head on Kieran’s shoulder. “We were different people back then. Strangers. I’m happy with how far we’ve come.”

Kieran hums and I tear my gaze away from the screen and meet Fintan’s eyes. His gaze is intense, probing, as if searching for something in my eyes. “Do you ever miss the innocence you had back then?” he asks softly as he reaches over, his fingertips grazing my cheek.

I pause, feeling a rush of memories flooding back. “Sometimes,” I admit, a hint of wistfulness in my voice. “But I wouldn’t trade where we are now for anything.”

Kieran hums in agreement as I lift my head from his shoulder, his expression thoughtful. “We’ve grown together in ways I never could have imagined since that night.”

The room falls silent for a moment, the weight of our shared history hanging in the air. Then Fintan breaks the stillness with a chuckle, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, since we’re feeling nostalgic,” he starts, reaching for my phone.

I protest half-heartedly, knowing full well what he’s about to do. “Seriously? Now?”

“Why not?” he smiles. Kieran lets out a chuckle and snakes his hand up my arm until he reaches my shoulder, pulling my attention to him as Fintan leans back with my phone.

“I think we need a do over. Re-creating our first little movie might snuff out the bad memories attached to the original,” Fintan muses as he turns the phone to show me as he deletes the video.

“I agree, we can do better,” Kieran hums as he grips his fingers around my throat and pulls me closer until our lips collide. The kiss is hungry and urgent but suddenly, he pulls away, leaving me feeling breathless with the loss of his mouth on mine and his hand cutting off most of my air. “Think you can be our scared little fuck toy again, little Dove?”

I nod, biting down on my lower lip at the idea. He gives me one more kiss before releasing me from his hold. “We don’t have ourbalaclavas, baby. Do you have masks for us? We are doing this as close to the original as possible.”

“I have the gas masks in the basement,” I say, suddenly feeling flushed and excited. “Not happening Dove, this may be a re-creation of ourfirstvideo, but we are not using the gas masks from oursecond,” Fintan growls.

“I’m sorry,” I say sheepishly before Kieran clamps his hand over my mouth. “None of that. No apologies.”

I nod, still feeling guilty, but I shake the unwanted thoughts away as fast as they appear. “I think I still have the Halloween masks Molly and I wore last year.”

“Good. Now, be our good girl and go get them while we get things ready,” Fintan orders with a grin that makes my heart flutter.

I flash him a wicked smile before strolling toward my bedroom to search for the masks in my closet. Last year, a few months after I met Molly, we went to a Halloween party at some guy’s house she knew from high school.

It was a killer-themed party, and I went as a generic killer with a white plastic mask splattered with fake blood, Molly decided to do the same but with a light-up mask inspired by The Purge.

After digging around for a few minutes, I find them and hurry back to the living room and just as I reach the boys, I get a wicked idea for our recreation of the night we met.

“Hmm, those will work fine, thanks Dove,” Fintan says, stepping closer to choose his mask and predictably, he goes for the white one. Kieran props my phone up next to the TV and connects it to the screen so we can view the video while it records.

“Ready to remake some memories, baby?” Kieran asks with a smirk as he saunters over to take the other mask. They both pull the plastic over their faces and my heart instantly races with excitement and already I can feel myself growing wet.

“I take that sexy look in your eyes as a yes,” Fintan muses before he steps toward the phone to press record. I clear my throat and grab his arm, stopping him in his tracks before he turns his attention to me.

I smile sweetly as I lift the mask from his face and place a gentle kiss on lips. “Not so fast, pretty boy,” I tease, my voice like honey. “I think we can switch it up. We can’t change our history, but we can reenact it with some fun little twists. What do you think Kai? I will take your place, you take Fin’s—”

“Uh…” Fintan stares at us for a moment before the realization hits him. Kieran chuckles and sucks his bottom lip between his teeth as he nods in my direction before focusing on Fintan.

“You want me to take your place?” Fintan asks, looking down into my eyes as I bat my lashes and make a show of slowly pulling the white mask on. “I think you’ll love being our plaything,” I coo before shoving him onto the couch and stepping over toward my phone.

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