Page 37 of Just Right
Spoiler alert: Ido.
CHAPTER 11
TOGETHER
Finn doesn’t join us.
As Colt curls up at the foot of the bed, and Rowan snores away after I sucked every last drop of come he produced before making a show of swallowing it, the fact that Finndidn’tjoin us… it’s not right.
It’s notright.
Looking back later, I’ll know that was the moment that I finally understood what Blackmoor… what the fever… what thebondwas trying to tell me.
There is one. Or, rather, there’sthree. Me and my three bears, and the reason it didn’t feel right after being in bed with both Colt and Rowan?
It’s because Finn wasn’t there.
I know he has to be awake. I did my due diligence as a wicked mate, making both Rowan and Colt scream with pleasure before we were done. Even if Finndidlisten to Rowan and go to bed, he has to be awake.
He is.
Finn is lying on his side, his back to the door as I push it open. I ease in, letting the door close behind me after I gave it a gentle shove. He doesn’t move, but I can sense somethingin the air. A heavy emotion that has my over-sensitized nerves twanging away as I move silently toward the bed.
He doesn’t move. I reach out, tapping his bare back. Knowing it would only come off as rejection if he ignores me—and that Finn is too kindhearted to do that to me—he turns so that he’s on his back.
The quilt is tented. Unlike Colt, Finn didn’t decide to take hs cock in hand once he heard his older brother and me going at it. Instead, if let the erection linger as though he couldn’t be bothered with it.
Good. I’m more than happy to take care of it…
Through the rising sun seeping in through the open window, I can see the hope mingled with confusion flashing across his features.
“Honig,” he murmurs softly. “What are you doing here? I thought… I thought you chose Rowan as your mate.”
See? That’s the problem. Like me, Finn believed I would settle on one. But that’s where I got it all wrong.
Who says I can only haveonemate? If they don’t mind sharing… I sure as hell don’t.
Instead of answering him, I throw the quilt away from him. Finn makes a small ‘oh’ sound when his erection is revealed—and when I immediately reach for it.
His eyes roll back in his head as I squeeze. “Honig…”
“Bärchen,” I murmur, leaning near him. “Do me a favor. Sniff me?”
He doesn’t ask why. Once he gathers his wits about him, his nostrils flare. “Colt? You smell like RowanandColt?”
I nod, twisting my wrist as I leisurely stroke him.
Shame that it’s not enough to distract him. “But…why?”
“That’s the wrong question, Finn,” I tell him. “The better one is why make a choice at all, hmm?”
He doesn’t quite understand. “What does… oh.Oh. What are you doing?”
I lift my head up from his lap. While he looked at me in confusion, I took advantage of it to lie out on my belly, leaving my legs hanging off of the side of the bed, taking his cock into my mouth.
It falls out with a slightpopas I glance up at Finn. “I got to taste Rowan’s honey tonight. Now I want yours. You mind?”
He shakes his head so quickly, I swear his eyes bobble back and forth. “Not at all.”
