Page 51 of Three Bossy Boyfriends (Honeysuckle Harbor #3)

Christopher

I can’t see Evan’s face, but I know he’s staring at Finley as if he can’t believe she’s real.

She does look like a goddess from another realm.

It’s adorable how Evan still can’t quite believe that she’s his, even as he’s spent time convincing Tucker that she’s his . And that everything can work out for all of us together. And that Finley can and will be happy and that we’re going to make it happen no matter what.

“Evan, I need you,” Finley says, reaching him.

From behind him, I roll a condom over Evan’s cock, then give him a squeeze. “Fuck our girl well,” I say against his neck.

I so badly wanted to go down on him while Tucker was eating Finley, but I was afraid neither of us would be able to hold back, and we will always give Finley what she wants first when she’s with us.

A little control and deprivation for us only makes it sweeter in the end, anyway.

“Oh, I will,” Evan promises. He reaches back and presses me against him with a hand on my ass. “I’m going to have the best of both worlds.”

I press my cock against his ass. “You most definitely will.”

I gathered lube and condoms when we first came into the room. She’d whispered to me that she had both in the bedside table.

She’s fucking perfect.

Evan crawls onto the mattress, caging her in, his hands on the outside of Tucker’s thighs.

I have to admit that the big man surprised me here.

But this is perfect. He’s demonstrating to us all that he is good here.

A part of all of this, good with sharing her with us, understanding that she needs us too.

Sometimes Evan will have her to himself.

Sometimes, Evan and I will have her with just us.

Sometimes it will be just Finley and Tucker.

But when we’re all four together, we’re together , whether it’s dinner, a walk on the beach, a birthday party with family, or sex.

We’re going to make this work.

And I’m grateful to him.

He could have broken this up. He could have ruined it for everyone. He needs to be here for Finley to be fully happy, and Finley needs to be fully happy for Evan to be fully happy, and Evan and Finley both need to be fully happy for me to be fully happy.

Tucker was the key to all of that, and I’m relieved he’s here willingly.

Evan and Finley are kissing deeply. Tucker is just watching them, with a mix of emotions on his face. Affection and lust. There’s no jealousy, no apprehension. Thank god.

I use the lube and my fingers to prep Evan as he’s already on all fours and soon have him groaning and pressing back against my fingers.

“Fuck,” he mutters against Finley’s mouth. “You ready, Fin?”

She coasts her hands down his sides to his ass, her fingers stealing to where I’m fucking him with two digits. “I am, are you?” she asks with a grin.

He bumps his forehead against hers as he presses back against me even more firmly. “Yes. Fuck.”

She lifts her legs and starts to wrap them around him. “Then take me.”

He groans and reaches between them to feed his cock into her.

He starts slowly, but her heels dig into his ass, pulling him in, and he sinks faster until he’s balls deep. They both groan.

Evan pushes up, his arm muscles bunching as he gets into position for me. Tucker reaches between them, circling Finley’s clit and she gasps.

“Oh God! I won’t last long this way.”

“Better get to it then,” Tucker says to me.

I grin and stroke a hand up and down Evan’s back. “If you insist.” Then I move in behind him and thrust.

The force drives him deeper into Finley, and she cries out again as Evan groans.

I grip his shoulder—the pleasure ripping through me as I pull out and thrust again. Then again.

Evan matches my rhythm immediately, and it feels like we’re fucking Finley together.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Evan grits out.

“He’s talking to me,” Finley says, catching my gaze over Evan’s shoulder.

I grin. “You sure about that?” Then I thrust harder and faster.

“ Fuck ,” Evan groans.

She sucks in a breath but still says, “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Brat,” I tell her.

She grins.

And I fuck them even faster, driving Evan into her, making them both curse and moan and finally, cry out my name as they come.

I finish right behind them, roaring out my completion, digging my fingers into Evan’s shoulder and hip, my eyes locked on Finley’s gorgeous face.

After I let go of him, Evan slumps forward, kissing her deeply. She unwraps her legs from his waist, but holds his face in her hands until he lifts his head. Then she meets my eyes again.

“Love you,” she mouths.

“Love you, too.” I reach over Evan to run a finger over her lips before pulling back and heading to the bathroom.

When I return, Evan has disentangled himself and is pulling his pants on. Finley has rolled onto her stomach and is straddling Tucker’s thighs, kissing him.

“You were so good about that,” she tells him, holding his face, kissing him again. “Thank you for being here.”

His hands squeeze her hips. “Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

“Well, I want to reward you for being so good about this new thing that you’re still a little unsure of, I know, but that you’re willing to do for me.”

He lifts a brow. “Do you?”

“Yes.” She wiggles on his lap. “So how do you want me?”

“On my cock,” he says. “Any way, any time.”

She laughs and reaches to free him from his pants. “Can do.” She strokes up and down his impressive length, then opens a condom.

I look around. The room is too small to even have a chair in here. There’s a dresser, a bedside table, a floor lamp, and a bed.

“Come here,” Finley says, extending a hand toward me. “Up here with us.”

I take her hand, and she pulls me onto the bed.

“Evan, you too.” She grabs his arm and tugs him onto the mattress too.

I settle against the headboard beside Tucker, and Evan rests back against my chest as if it’s the most natural thing. Tucker doesn’t seem to mind, or even really notice. His full attention is on the woman in his lap.

Finley leans over and kisses Evan, then stretches up to press her lips to mine, then she settles back on Tucker’s thighs. She cups his face, kisses him deeply, their tongues stroking, and his hands stroking up her back, down her sides, and up to her breasts, teasing her nipples.

She starts to shift on his lap restlessly, and she grips his cock, stroking up and down his length.

“Take me, Fin,” Tucker growls against her lips.

Evan is shifting against me, and I’m sure he can feel how my cock is hardening against his back.

Finley lifts herself up, positions his cock, then sinks down over him.

She moans and Tucker’s fingers dig into her hips as she adjusts to his girth in her already tender pussy.

I stroke my hands up and down Evan’s arms. His hands tighten on my thighs.

Finley starts to move, sliding up and down, taking Tucker deeper and deeper. His jaw is tight, and it’s clear he’s holding back from just taking over and fucking her.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I tell her. “Look at your perfect pussy taking Tucker. No matter how sore Evan and I made you.”

She gives a little moan. She loves when we talk to her.

“You’ll never get enough of these cocks will you, Fin?” I ask. “You’ll always be a greedy good girl in bed for us, won’t you? You’ll be a naughty, mouthy brat outside of the bedroom, but our cocks will make you sweet and submissive and needy.”

“Oh, god,” she whimpers. “Yes. God yes.”

Tucker lifts up, filling her completely and she moans.

“She’s all yours, Tucker,” Evan says. “She’s sweet and will let you do anything right now. You might as well enjoy the minutes when she’s agreeable.” He strokes a hand up and down her arm, smiling up at our sweet, bratty girl.

“When you’re filled up with my cock, you’ll do anything?” Tucker asks, thrusting up into her again.

She nods. “Yes. Oh, God.”

Evan reaches up and pinches a nipple. “What do you want, Tucker?”

“I want her to come on my cock and then suck me off until I come down her throat.”

“Oh, fuck Tucker!” she cries.

Damn. That was dirty and he had it right on the tip of his tongue.

“Will you suck on his cock, Fin?” I ask. “When it’s all coated with your sweet juices and all sticky from you?”

“Oh God!” And then she’s coming.

Our sweet, dirty girl is pushed over the edge with that request. I love it.

Tucker lifts her off his cock, rips off the condom, then grips her hair. “Suck on me,” he orders.

She kneels between his thighs and leans over, taking him deep.

I groan and press my erection against Evan’s back. He’s also hard and I reach around, gripping him.

Finley is lost to her lust, licking and sucking loudly and greedily. Tucker groans and grips her hair harder. She wraps her hand around the base of his cock, sliding up and down with her mouth.

I match the rhythm with my hand on Evan’s cock and he comes on my hand just before Tucker shouts, “Finley!” and comes in her mouth.

And our perfect girl swallows every bit.

She sits back, wiping her mouth, and breathing hard.

She stares at Tucker.

He looks up at her. Then grins. “Is the sweet, agreeable part over?”

She laughs. “It will probably last through a shower.”

She climbs off the bed and starts for the door, looking over her shoulder. “Who’s coming with me?”

Tucker looks at Evan. “You’re the after care guy, right?”

Evan pushes up from the bed. “We can all be that guy. Come on. I’ll show you what she likes.”

They follow Finley out of the room dutifully.

I grin.

I would too if I thought there was any chance the bathroom in this house had room for all four of us.