~ ~ Finn ~ ~

"Can't do this Friday, on an early shift," said Melissa, pulling my bag and hers from the car.

"No problem." Stretching my calves, Melissa dropped my bag in front of me before stepping back, leaning up against my car, uncapping her bottled water. We'd just finished a three-mile run. For two years, I'd been her personal trainer. She'd been one of my first clients. But now we were good friends and yeah, we hooked up. And occasionally, Cam and I had a hot little threesome with her. The woman was flexible in ways I'd never seen before, but she'd been a gymnast, so I guess flexibility was a given.

"Fancy coming back to mine? If you've got nothing on?" she asked. "I'm not at work till two."

The thing I liked about Melissa, she was upfront—a straight shooter. So if she was inviting me to hers, she wanted to fuck. Sex was on the table, literally on the table sometimes.

"Gonna have to pass." I wanted to see Cam before he left for work.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah," I hesitated. This was the first time I'd ever turned down a quick fuck. "Actually, I've met someone."

Her eyebrows shot up. "Oooh, tell me more." She practically grinned from ear to ear.

"Her names, Trixy—Beatrix Anders. She just returned home from overseas." A smile lifted my lips. "It's still early days." I tried to come across laidback, casual, but I felt my cheeks heat up. What the?

"Look at you," she teased. "Blushing. Cute. I'm taking this to mean you're really into her, Trixy?"

Being teased wasn't so bad as I took a swig of water. "Yeah."

"Ah-hu. Sounds like it could get serious?"

"Hoping so." I wanted to talk with Cam last night, but by twelve I'd given up waiting and headed to bed.

Melissa pushed up from the car, reaching inside her bag, she pulled out a banana. "Guess that leaves just Cam, then?"

I shook my head. "Nah, you're gonna be out of luck there I'm afraid."

Her head snapped in my direction. "He's met someone!?" She moved to the front of the car, parking her arse on the bonnet. "Fuck!" she groaned. "Is Tinder still a thing? Fuck," she repeated, wrinkling her nose.

I shrugged. "Good luck with that." I picked up my bag. "Gotta shoot off. You want a ride home?"

She threw her bag over her shoulder and peeled her banana. "Nah, I'm gonna walk to Mo's. Grab a smoothie."

"Okay, If I don't hear from you, I'll meet you here next Tuesday, same time, yeah?"

"I'll be here." She waved, walking away.

~ ~

Twenty minutes later, I was letting myself into the flat. Dropping my gear, throwing my keys on the side, I could hear the shower running. It wasn't unusual for me to dip in and share a shower with Cam. On autopilot I headed toward the bathroom. Grabbing the handle, I paused.

Fuck.

In twelve hours, everything had changed. And where did this leave me and Cam? I guessed he wouldn't be looking to me for any stress relief now Trix was back in the picture. It was a grey area to start with and how he reacted with Ivy last night—it was safe to assume it would be hands off from now on.

Letting go of the handle, I made my way to the kitchen, I would grab a shower later.

Grabbing the mugs and prepping the coffee machine, I heard movement from behind.

"Training with Mel?" he asked.

I turned to see him; hair wet, with a little falling over his eye. Wearing only shorts, he looked around the kitchen.

"Yeah, Coffee?" I asked.

"You need to ask?" he didn't look at me as he picked up his phone from the side. "Busy day?"

This was all very polite. "Back out at ten. Two clients, then this afternoon I was gonna look at those coding issues I told you about last week."

He put down his phone and headed toward the fridge. My eyes followed, but a pang of awkwardness forced me to look away. If gets handsy wasn't allowed, then checking him out would need to stop too.

"Ah, yeah—great. I've had some more ideas, want to make a few changes." He was distracted, looking for something. "If we can go through them later this week?" he said, shutting the door with a yoghurt pot in hand.

The coffee machine buzzed. "Sure, no problem." It went quiet, as he got himself a spoon and I finished making the coffee.

Well, this was awkward as fuck. My brain started firing off questions left, right and centre. But the one that kept circling. Should I ask him, or wait till he says something? Fuck waiting. "So, you talk to Trix—" I corrected. "Bea."

He pulled out a chair and sat. "Kinda." tearing the lid from the yoghurt pot.

Kinda? What sort of answer was that? I sat waiting, watching him eat yoghurt. Was he trying to stall? Hiding something? Had he and Trixy jumped into bed the minute he walked through her door and fucked like bunnies and then had a laugh about me?

Fuck. Quit it! Cam wouldn't do that shit and neither would Trixy.

He finished his yoghurt and pushed the tub away, yet still he made no eye contact.

"She likes you." He reached for his coffee. "Ivy was telling the truth about sharing."

Yeesss! I kept my face neutral. "And how do you feel about it?"

Cam blew over his coffee, then sighed. "Honestly, I don't know." He ran his free hand through his wet hair. "But for now, we share." He finally looked at me. "Unless you don't want to?" he said the last part with hopefulness in his tone.

Christ, he was looking at me like I'd taken away his favourite toy. I didn't answer but threw out another question. "Did you talk about you know what?"

He scraped his hand across his forehead, sighing. "Did I fuck." He leaned back, looking pensive. "She's given me a week, or else she's out."

My guts tightened. When he'd finally told me the whole story, I knew why he was hesitant.

Cam shook his head. "It's not just what happened. She's gonna want to know who. And I don't think I can tell her." His face dropped as he fisted his hands.

It killed me to not reach out. I cleared my throat. "I can be there when you tell her."

"No." The sharpness of his reply was like a slap to the face. "It's not that I don't appreciate it. I do, Finn. But I need to do this on my own." His jaw twitched. "But thanks."

"If you change your mind—" I left it there, hanging.

He nodded and smiled, but it didn't touch his eyes. He looked like he had something else to say. "I'm sorry about last night," he blurted out as his eyes dropped from mine.

"For what?"

"Last night, with Ivy. I was an arsehole. When she asked if there was anything—" he looked up.

I nodded. "I get it."

"I'm not ashamed, or embarrassed...it's just."

"It's okay, I get it, Cam. You don't need to explain. And as far as it goes for me. What happens here, behind closed doors, its got fuck all to do with anyone else." He looked relieved, but since he'd brought it up. "I guess it stops now though—you know you and me."

"Yeah, I guess."

I pressed my mug to my lips, but as the coffee washed over my tongue, I wanted to throw up. Forcing myself to swallow. I made sure my face remained impassive, although his answer shouldn't have surprised me. "Will you tell, Bea?"

He let out a long, slow breath. "Yeah, no more secrets."

Wow! Now that surprised me, and at least that was something. I wanted to be honest and upfront with Trixy.

A sad smile crossed his lips. "Something tells me she wont be shocked."

My heart leapt in my chest as I shifted in my chair. "Good, I don't want any secrets either."

My phone buzzed, but I didn't move.

"I'm gonna need another." Cam pushed up from his chair, picking up his mug. "Want another?"

"Nah, I'm good. Gonna hit the shower."

"You might wanna get this?" He passed me my phone. It was a message from Trix.

Reading the message. It felt weird. "She wants to see me tonight." His posture stiffened. He might say he's okay, but he clearly wasn't. "—You okay with that?"

"I'm not gonna lie and say I'm thrilled. But it is what it is."

At least he was being honest. "Okay then." I pushed out my chair. "Catch up with you later?"

"You will," he replied.

I wasn't sure if I should say more. But what could I say? Yeah, it was going to be awkward. But I was determined to ride it out. Cam just needed time to adjust. Closing my bedroom door, I sent a reply to Trix, fucking ecstatic she'd reached out.

~ ~

Heading inside the bar, I'd just made it. I was meeting Trix here at nine and it was one minute past. I was late because I'd spent fucking ages deciding what to wear.

Never, and I mean never, had I found it difficult to dress myself. And in the end I settled on jeans and a plain t-shirt. And what was with the crazy shit going on in my guts? It was a combo of nerves and excitement.

Get a fucking grip, man.

Casting a glance around the bar, I saw her sat toward the far end, in a booth. She looked beautiful. She'd left her hair down, falling over her shoulders, but didn't hide the fullness of her breasts, which were being nicely portrayed by the dip in the v neck top. I frowned when I followed her baby blues; she was staring up at some bloke. Who was obviously trying to make a move on her.

Prick.

She smiled, but it was tight, rehearsed, the type of smile when you're being nice, trying to blow someone off.

I could help with that, inwardly smirking I started walking toward her. Trixy's smile lifted and lit her up eyes as she caught wind of me. That smile alone both softened and hardened me.

The guy turned toward me. "Can I help you?" he asked, puffing his chest out like some kind of fucking peacock.

"Yeah, mate. You can take two steps back so I can sit down with my girl." I flicked my head. This was me saying fuck off politely.

But what the fuck? My girl? I couldn't ever recall a time I referred to any woman as my girl. But the look of amusement on Trix's face clearly said she didn't mind.

He gave me the once over and I stood a little taller. He was obviously some slick city wanker, banker probably. They were in here all the time. Flash suits, flash cars. More money than sense.

He pulled out a card and held it out for Trix.

I reached out and swiped it. "She won't need this mate, ever." Offering him his cheap, tacky business card.

He snatched it. "Can't blame a guy for trying."

"Guess you can't." I raised my brow, widening my stance, not that I expected this lanky streak of piss to do anything, and finally he held up a hand in submission.

"You two have a nice evening, and nice meeting you Beatrix."

Prick even sounded magnanimous. Like I thought—wanker.

Trix smiled, and I slid into the booth. Leaning in, I brushed my lips against her cheek, moving up to her ear. "You look amazing." I inhaled. "And smell just as good."

Shifting back, I fucking loved the tint to her cheeks. This woman carried off adorable and sexy, seamlessly.

"My girl, huh?'' She pushed some hair behind her ear. Her eyes narrowed, but the teasing glint in them gave her away as she picked up a wine glass, taking a sip as her gaze stuck to mine.

"A guy can dream."

She shrugged. "Weirdly, I kinda like it."

Well, fuck. I couldn't look away until a voice made me blink. "Here, Finn." Sarah dropped a bottled beer in front of me.

"You want anything, Trix?" eyeing her glass, that looked about half full.

Her eyes went from me to Sarah. "I'm good with this, thanks," she smiled at Sarah

"Cheers, Sarah." I flicked my chin up.

Sarah's eyes darted between the both of us before winking at me. "Okay, just wave over if you need anything."

Sarah left us. "Does your dad own this place too?"

When Trix had said she wanted to see me, I thought it may have been a good idea to meet in a public place, just to talk to see how she saw things playing out. "Nah, just good friends with Rob, the owner. Sarah, who you just met, she's best friends with my sister." Me, Cam and my mates came down here often.

Trix looked over to her left. "It's nice, and the people are friendly."

Yeah, a little too fucking friendly if you asked me.

As we both took a sip of our drinks, I wasn't sure how to start the conversation. Should I wait for her to bring it up—or jump in? Fuck it. I never was one for waiting. "So, guess we're playing your game now, Trix. Care to explain the rules?"

She didn't look shocked or alarmed at my question. "I think Ivy pretty much gave you the rundown."

"She did. Doesn't mince her words, that one."

Trix laughed. "Ivy doesn't believe in wasting time. What you see is what you get."

She wasn't wrong. "She's a good one to have in your corner. I certainly wouldn't piss her off." I was curious to know. "You and her ever—?" I left the question hanging.

"Nothing is off the table with Ivy. Yeah, we've hooked up. More out of curiosity, and a shitload of alcohol I think." Her eyes drifted for a second, like she was recalling a memory before she smiled. "We're better as friends. Truthfully, she's more like a sister." She took another sip. "And what she said didn't worry you at all?"

Worry, hell no. If I had to put a word to it, I would go with turned on—wait, that's two words. Meh. "Worried, not in the slightest."

She continued. "And you're happy with it... sharing? Me, seeing you both?"

I held her eyes. "If it means there's a me and you, then yeah I'm good with it."

She jumped in with her next question. "And what about Cam?"

I would play this straight up. It's obvious he's not comfortable with the whole idea. "I'm not sure he's happy sharing you with me. But he wants you in his life, so he's playing along... for now at least."

Trix pondered on my reply, her brow pinched. Had I said the wrong thing?

"No," she shook her head. "You misunderstood my question. I wasn't asking if he's happy to share. I want to know about you and Cam." She took another sip of her wine. "I'll be more to the point." She placed her glass down. "Ivy's never wrong and when she tells me she picked up on something, then I trust her feelings." She licked her lips. "So, what's the deal between the two of you?"

I didn't doubt what she'd said. "What gave it away?"

"She picked up vibes but wasn't sure if it was one sided." She looked down before meeting my gaze. "I don't want to get in the middle of something."

Her eyes filled with something - worry? if I was going to hazard a guess. But I'd already told Cam I would be honest. "To the outside world, we're friends—best friends. But yeah, behind closed doors, let's just say I'm good for stress relief. But that's all. Nothing more."

She ran her finger around the rim of her wine glass. "Do you want more?" Her finger paused, head tilted to the left, studying me.

"It's just physical. Cam never got over you." I swallowed. "That left no room for anything, or anyone else."

Her brow furrowed before lifting. "And you're okay with it?"

I had little choice in the matter. "It works the way it is." That was the best answer I had. "His friendship means a lot to me and I won't risk that."

"Aren't you worried this?" She gestured between us, "—might get in the way, ruin your friendship?"

It was refreshing that Trix was upfront. My experience with women I'd dated roughly three to four times often shifted to something a little complicated. They would play games. Games that I honestly never understood. And then whenever I'd told them I was bi, that opened up a whole can of worms. This was the first time I felt I could be honest and not apologise for who I was or how I lived my life.

"I won't let it get in the way. If you decide that we're done sharing you." I placed my bottle down and held up my hands. "Then I'll step aside. Cam's a good man, Trix. He's the best person I know."

Her eyes widened. "Funny, Cam said the same thing about you."

He had? "So, I guess that means we're both in your hands, huh?"

"It appears that way." Crinkles of amusement scrunched around her eyes.

"What did you have in mind for tonight?" I knew what was on my mind, and it included us getting naked. "Stay here—chat, drink or grab some food?" I lifted my bottle to my lips but didn't drink. "Your game now."

Her eyes darted to the door, then back to me. "We could stay here and chat or—" Her eyes darkened and her voice dropped, her accent a little heavier. She was flirting. "Or head back to mine." She bit her bottom lip and the image of those beauties sliding up my dick sent a rocket fuelled blast of lust straight down south.

Game on! Edging back, I noticed she pressed her thighs together, and I smirked, letting the bottle touch my lips, a small sip of beer coated my tongue. I wasn't interested in drinking or sitting here all night. Sitting my bottle down, I leant in a little closer. "I don't mind sharing you—with Cam, but I don't want to share you with all the eyes that keep landing on you in here."

I heard a sharp intake of breath. "Let's grab a cab."

Trix took one last sip of her wine as I pushed out of the booth and extended my hand. She slipped hers into mine without pause. Yes, I wanted to get her naked, but just this simple gesture of taking my hand meant a lot too.

Outside, I whistled over a black cab, opening the door for her. I let her go first. It's a bonus that I got to see her arse in those fitted jeans she wore. I couldn't wait to peel her out of them.

Settling into the back seat, Trix gave the driver her address before closing the little window that separated the front from the rear.

My mouth was on hers, feeding my tongue into her hot mouth, whilst I made sure my hands stayed north, remembering to keep the taxi ride strictly PG. Kissing down her throat, I stilled as she spoke, keeping her voice low, obviously wanting this discussion to stay just between me and her.

"Have you and Cam shared before, as in sex?"

"Ah-hu, we have." I sucked the skin on her neck.

"So, threesomes are nothing new for you?"

"We don't do it often."

"But when you do all three of you partake?"

I wasn't sure where she was heading, but I was going through it out there. "Why is that your deal with sharing? You like the idea of two guys fucking you at the same time?"

"Mhmm."

More questions were firing off in my brain like popping candy. "Or you like the idea of two guys together— watching them too?"

I pulled back and even in the dim light, her eyes were fired up with lust. "I can see the appeal in watching. There is something hot about two guys getting each other off, you know?"

Boy, did I fucking know and swiftly I had Cam up front and centre in my head, his dick down my throat. "You've done that, been with two guys and everybody's hands on?" More images of me and Cam rode on through, dancing over my skin, my blood practically at boiling point. Was it hot in here?

She shook her head, slightly breathless. "Only watched."

"You wanna watch me and Cam...and join in?" I doubted Cam would be up for it... but if he thought it would turn Trixy on— then...

She didn't answer, but her face said it all. "Dirty girl." I slammed my lips back onto hers. My hand threaded through her hair and our tongues twirled around each other. I couldn't wait to get back to her place.

I wanted her naked and riding me hard. I also didn't feel bad picturing Cam was there with us, watching Trix fuck me.

Christ, my dick became painfully hard, in the best of ways. And fuck me, who's to say I might end up with the best of both worlds?

A man could dream, right?