~ ~ Beatrix ~ ~

I popped the toothbrush back in the holder next to a green one. I didn't know whose toothbrush I'd just used and in my mind I could see Ivy wrinkling her nose in disgust, which brought a knowing smile to my face.

But If I was going to spend more time here, I would need to keep a few essentials. And I was going to be spending a lot more time here.  I was done running from this.

Casting a smile at my reflection, I fastened the last few buttons on Cam's shirt.  It would have to suffice until I got home and changed for work. 

"Urgh..." my smile dropped.

I wasn't in the mood this morning.  I would much rather climb back into bed with the two men I just been tangled between.  Our naked bodies wrapped in each other. Cam to my rear, spooning me, his arm draped over my waist, his warm breath warming the back of my neck and his morning wood pressed snuggly between the ass of my cheeks. And Finn to my front, his blond hair flopping over his closed eyes, his hand on my hip. It had surprised me to wake up to find both men in bed with me, but I wasn't complaining. It felt right, as if something had shifted.

But now it was daylight, and I had to get my arse in gear.  I wasn't sure when Sean was due to arrive and it wouldn't surprise me if he turned up out of the blue.  So for that very reason, everything had to be in perfect working order.  I couldn't give him any reason to re-think my position here in London.

And he wouldn't do that to me... would he? Taking our personal relationship out the equation, he knew I'd worked my arse off in Canada.

But would that be enough?

Panic seeped in, knotting into confusion.  Why visit now?  I didn't recall him leaving Canada to visit any other offices, unless there was a huge problem.

"Stop overthinking." I drilled my reflection, flipping on the tap, dipping to sip some water and rinse my mouth.

Leaving the bathroom, I headed down the small hallways leading to the kitchen.  I could hear voices and with no shoes on, I paused my steps as I heard my name.

"Are you going to tell Trix?" I heard Finn ask.

There was a thoughtful silence.

"Not yet, " I heard Cam reply, adding, "this could put her in a difficult position."

What?  My feet moved closer, although I could hear perfectly well from where I stood.

"I thought we agreed on no more secrets." A chair scraped on the floor. "I don't like hiding shit, Cam."

"Listen, we're not hiding shit, as you put it," he grumbled.  "I need time to put feelers out."

I thought I heard Finn sigh as he sat back down.

Cam continued, but lowered his voice just a tad.  "My Dad's asked me to go round there tonight to go over it."

"Everything is good from my end," said Finn, and I still had no clue what they were talking about.

But obviously neither wanted to share it with me... yet.  Did they not trust me?

That hurt especially after what we'd shared yesterday. I stood, nipping the inside of my cheek with my teeth.  It also pissed me off as I bit a little too hard and the taste of blood ran over my tongue. Followed by other unexpected emotions catching me off guard and suddenly I was pressing back tears as a knot of insecurity clogged my throat.

Shit.  I felt angry and emotional at the same time.

I only ever felt this sensitive when I was due my period.  Fuck, that was all I needed.  I hardly had periods since having a hormone implant, but sadly, it didn't erase the crazy mood swings. 

Taking a deep calming breath they drew my attention back to their conversation.

"Do you want me there with you tonight?" asked Finn.

"Nah.  It's best if I handle my dad. I'll be good."

It went quiet, and I picked up my steps and walked into the kitchen.

Cam shut his laptop.  "Hey," he said as his eyes scanned the shirt of his I wore. "Christ, you make my shirt look good."

"Morning gorgeous," said Finn, "and Cam's right." His eyes also gave me the once over... or in his case three times over.

"Don't let me stop whatever it was you're doing." I pointed toward the laptop. "Work related?"

Cam's cheeks reddened, rubbing a hand along the back of his neck. Was that guilt?

"Sleep okay?" asked Finn as he rose from his chair. "Coffee?"

I shook my head. "Yes and no, not for me.  I need to get home and make myself look half decent."

Finn scoffed. "You've got time for two then. Trust me, Trix, you never look anything less than amazing. "  He winked.

I swallowed and tried to keep my tone light. "Well, as much as you flatter me.  I really need to shoot off."  I smiled between the two.  "I'll see you both later?"

Cam was up out of his chair, blocking me from leaving.  I didn't look up, but his finger lifted my chin.

"Hey, you alright?"  I'd never been able to hide myself from Cam and I could see concern seeping into his grey eyes as the light caught the outer rim of his contact lenses.

"Yeah, just have lots to get done today."  I tried to smile, but the knot of emotion threatened to choke me. Stupid hormones!

He weighed up my words. "You just heard us talking, yeah?"

I bit my lip. "Yes," I finally answered.

He sighed, shaking his head. "Ivy told me management are coming over from Canada. If I share what I'm—no, we... me and Finn are working on. It would put you in a difficult position."

So this was work related. That didn't make me feel any better.

"Trust me, I'll share it with you soon as I can." His words seemed genuine.

"I really have to leave."

"No, not yet,"  he pulled my face toward him, closing the distance and pressing his warm lips to mine. It started off sweet. Our lips locked in warmth until his tongue slipped through, stroking. It both soothed and giddied my heart. 

My eyes met his. "I have to go." I stepped past him, heading out as quickly as I could only pausing to grab my coat and bag and shoes, opening the door, striding toward the lift now feeling bad because I didn't say bye to Finn.

Slipping on my shoes, I pressed the button repeatedly on the lift. I didn't hear Finn come up behind me.  Slipping one hand around my waist, nuzzling into my hair, and when his lips met the shell of my ear, I relaxed into his hold.

"No morning or goodbye kiss for me?"  He nipped at my ear.

His words intensified my guilt. "Sorry."

"You're forgiven...but I wish you didn't have to go yet." He breathed me in.   "I wanted to thank you properly.  Cam told me what you did last night." He kissed my head.  "I can't believe you did that for me."

I wriggled and turned, tilting my head up.  "What I did was nothing compared to what you did."  He looked somewhat awkward, his eyes penetrating mine. 

Pulling me closer. "Thank you, Trix." Resting his forehead on mine. "It means a lot."

Thanking him didn't seem enough. "You know you mean something to me, right?" I brushed his hair off his face. "This isn't just a little fun for me...or casual."

"Yeah... I'm hoping—"

There was no cockiness in his tone as he paused and eased back. And what stared back was vulnerability.

I'd never thought about how this must look and feel for Finn.  In some ways, he must feel like the third wheel in our relationship... in the same position I was in with Sadie and Sean.  They loved one other; I was the fun... the extra.  I didn't want him to feel that way—ever.

"You don't need hope Finn, it's the three of us or nothing."

It felt crazy to tell him how I was feeling.  I'd loved Cam since being a kid, but I started loving Finn without realising it—he'd claimed a chunk of my heart and Cam wasn't centre stage on his own.  No, two men owned a part of me now.  But still all that felt too soon to share, so instead I lifted my hand to his jaw, heart beating a little faster, and pressed my lips to his, pouring everything into our kiss.

Finn curved a hand around my waist as I heard the lift ding and our lips parted and my eyes opened.  "And just to show you how much I appreciate what you did for Cam... I've decided you get blowjobs for life!"

He grinned at that.  "Yeah... for life?"

Nipping his bottom lip, I shrugged. "Or for as long as you want them."

"For life sounds pretty damn good." His lips brushed across mine.  "Can I—no." I heard him curse under his breath. "Start again.  Can we see you later?" His eyes brows nudged together.  "Shit.  Cams at his parents.  But I still want to see you."  The lift started to close, and Finn secured it open with his hand.  "Stay over—tonight?"

I hesitated. Truth was, I wasn't sure when Sean was due to and if it was today, then I would need to keep my planner free both in and out of work.

"Do I have to remind you what you just offered?"  Finn's lips slanted into a devilish smile.

"No."  I stepped into the lift.  "I don't need any reminders where that's concerned." Finn stepped back, let the door shut. "Yes," I said, as his smiling face disappeared from view.

~ ~

I barely made it to work on time, having been home first.  I found Ivy in her office.  She glanced up, looking relieved when she saw me.  "Hey, I wasn't sure if I would see you today."

"Yeah, sorry about dashing off last night.  Dumping on you."

She waved my words away. "Nah, it's cool. All good with you?"

"Yeah, better at least."  Grateful she didn't ask, I pointed to the opened files on her desk.  "Anything I need to worry about—Canada, okay?"

"Oh, yeah, gave your apologies.   Trust me—you didn't miss much, but I've typed up the notes and they're in your inbox."  She turned and clicked the mouse, her screen flared to life. "Sean's lands either tomorrow or day after."

I internally groaned. I'd been hoping she was going to tell me he'd changed his mind.

Ivy looked up from her screen with an arch in her brow. "What are you thinking?"

"That obvious, huh?"

"I know you, you're already ten mental steps ahead, overthinking."

She wasn't wrong. Sighing, I slinked toward her desk, parking my arse on the edge, my shoulders dropped. "That he'll think I'm doing a shitty job and will pull me out of this role."

Ivy was the only person I would admit that to.

"Fuck, Trix.  Don't be crazy. I'm thinking he wants to see if you've hooked up with anyone else.  I always said that man wanted more than he ever let on."

Shit.  I hadn't thought about that. Fuuuuck! That was worse. "Nah—you think?"

She leaned back in her chair. "Or he genuinely wants to see how you're doing. Might feel guilty about how it ended." She shrugged. "You were all together for three years."

I hope to Christ it was door number two.  "Don't suppose your sixth sense has any vibes or flashing warning lights?"

She smiled. "Nah-ah, nothing. We're going in blind, sister."

"Urgh..." I groaned.  But talking about going in blind.  "Cam and Finn are hiding something from me.  Something Cam said he can't tell me because he thinks it will put me in a difficult position—here."

"He really takes this man of mystery to a whole new level." She rolled her eyes.  "Men."

"I just want them both to trust me."

"I get it. But have you told him...or them, Sean your ex is about to drop you a visit?" She tilted her head waiting for an answer.

Urgh. "No."

"Trust goes both ways and my suggestion is next time the three of you are in the same room, try trading secrets instead of body fluids." She grinned. "Tell them you're a big girl and you don't need them to protect you."

Her email pinged, grabbing her attention.  "Hold up... have news."

I slid from the desk, turning to look at her screen.  It was a message from Sean's personal assistant.

"Definitely be here tomorrow."

My stomach plummeted.

Ivy clicked off the message.  "Don't sweat it. He won't be able to pick holes in anything you've done here."

Ivy was right.  Even so, I was going to double, no triple check everything.  "Just to be sure I want to go through everything. Can you reschedule my meetings?"

"On it."

~ ~

By seven, no matter how hard I tried, the unsettled feeling wouldn't cut me any slack.  I hoped Finn and Cam would be a good distraction.  Perhaps we could all sit down and talk.  I also wanted to know if Cam and Finn had worked through their issue—something else neither had mentioned this morning.  Although seeing as we all woke up in the same bed. That had to be a good sign—right?

I pulled out my phone.  Finn had been messaging me non-stop. Sweet messages and some filthy ones, too.  I liked both.

Stepping out of the lift, Finn's head pop out of their front door.  Damn, that smile could disarm a nuclear warhead.  "Someone happy to see me?" His smile widened.

"You have no idea.  Been counting the minutes."  Finn had cancelled his clients today and for the next few whilst he rested his hand. 

"The hand okay?" my eyes fell on his bandaged hand.

"Ah-huh, pity it wasn't my left hand." There was an easy lightness in his voice.  "Some of your messages had me thinking about stroking one out."  He held up his hand. "Fucked." His eyes swung back to mine as I closed the distance. "But now you're here... perhaps?"

"Perhaps what?"  I laughed, barely getting through the door as he slammed it behind me, pinning me up against it.

"Fuck, I've missed you, and I don't need any hands for this," he whispered before his lips sealed to mine making me practically forget every other thought, letting my bag drop to the floor and my hands dance up his arms around his neck to tease the ends of his hair.

Finn groaned, easing back, and my cheeks flushed. "I could get used to this kind of hello," I panted.

He smiled. His eyes softened, stroking a thumb across my cheek. "I could get used to you being here all the time." Stepping back, taking my hand in his. "You want anything to eat or drink?"

"Nah, I'm good. Had a late lunch."  That was a white lie. In truth, I'd not been able to eat.  "Cam not back?"

"Nah" He pulled us to the sofa in their living room. Falling down, he tugged on my hand and I eased my skirt up a little to straddle him.

He winced as he forgot about his hand, trying to reach for a pillow.

"Careful.  Let me." I reached over and placed it behind his head.  "Better?"

"Ah-hu. Are you sure you don't want to stay here until I'm better?" He wiggled his eyebrows. "I'm sure I could find you a cute little nurse's outfit."

Laughing, I rolled my eyes. "Now I think about it perhaps I should sit on a chair or next to you. I don't want to hurt you."

"Nope!" he said, popping the 'p'  "You're staying right where you are," adding, "and this scratch won't prevent me from touching you. Hell, only amputation is gonna slow me down."

Leaning down, I rubbed my nose against his, curious to know. "You and Cam okay?"

He pulled my mouth to his, running his tongue along the seam of my lips.  "We're good. He admitted, he has feelings."

Excitement flooded all my nerve endings.

"I told him I'm happy to go at whatever pace he wants to set if it's the three of us."  He ran his thumb across my cheek.  "As long as you're good with that?"  The uncertainty in his eyes drew in me.

I could change that.  "I'm more than good with that, Finn."

"Then I'm changing my answer to I'm fucking ecstatic."

His lips were on mine as I got lost in the kiss. The sweetness of our tongues sweeping over each other made me heat up as I felt him harden under me, and I shifted to rub against him.

"You don't know what you do to me."  Finn trailed his fingers from my cheek down my throat, inclining his head. I knew that look and although my skin was on fire, little goose-bumps lifted as he flipped open the buttons on my blouse one by one but kept his eyes on me.  Parting the delicate material, he brushed his fingers along my collarbone, between my breasts.

His lips curled upward as he gazed dipped. "Fucking perfect," letting out an indistinct sound of pleasure, pushing the blouse from my shoulders and tugging one bra strap down.  "Lift a little," he voice deepened.

I did... but only slightly, allowing his mouth to latch onto my nipple, circling his tongue tortuously sweet sucks and licks.

Christ, it felt good forcing a hiss when he nipped.

"I need you Trix."

I knew exactly what he needed as he squeezed my arse grinding himself on me.  And I wanted him.

"Here?  Bedroom?" my reply breathy.

"Bedroom. I can stretch out whilst you ride my dick, or I fuck you from behind. Either works for me."

Decisions... decisions.  And I couldn't think of a single argument against either as arousal licked along my skin.

As we lifted from the sofa, his lips found mine, delivering another bruising kiss.   Giggling.  Kissing. Touching. All the way to his room.

Unfastening my skirt, losing my underwear, I was fully stripped in no time. I was hot, naked, and so ready to feel him inside me.

Finn followed and undressed just as quickly with just one hand.  He pulled me toward me as my breasts heaved against his chest and his dick, hard, pressed between us.... reminding me. "I believe I promised you something?"

"No..." his mouth teased up my neck. "I need to be inside you like you wouldn't believe."

I tipped my head back, allowing him freedom to nip and kiss my heated skin. "What, no foreplay? You're turning down a blowjob?" I was stunned. "What—have I lost my touch?"

"What?" he shifted to look at me.  "Never! The problem is you're too fucking good at sucking my dick and the way I feel right now, I'd be coming down your throat in seconds."  I took in his lazy grin. "And I've already unloaded down a certain someone's throat today."

I stilled. "Are you telling me?"  I stopped. 

"Ah-hu." He nodded slowly, not needing me to finish my sentence. 

"And did it live up to our fantasy?" I didn't think I could get any hotter.

"Oh yeah, and then some.  Trust me."

"He's lying." We both turned to see Cam leaning up in the doorway, his dark eyes watching us intensely.  "Let's say it's a work in progress."  His words were meant in jest, but his tone was off, as if annoyed.

Was he pissed that me and Finn were standing here naked, barely oxygen between us?  I watched his jaw clench. I wasn't sure if he wanted to fuck or fight, but the shivers that ran through me leaned towards the former.

Finn tipped his chin up to Cam. "I had no complaints."

My eyes travelled down Cam's figure and leisurely back up those long legs of his as he walked toward us, running a hand through his sleek hair, ruffling it a little, making him look dangerous and sexy.  His hand griped my chin.  His bright eyes fuelled with desire as his tongue flicked out to lick his bottom lip as his mouth sought mine.

"Seeing you two here naked. Fuck, that's hot."  He said in a deeper, huskier voice.

And finally, the unsettledness that had been with me all day was pushed away as I swam in this sea of just us three, the two men I wanted everything from.

"Perfect timing," said Finn, his cocky smirk fixed in place.

Cam's eyes stayed on me. His hand skimmed my arms down over my waist to cup my arse.  "Is he hard, Bea?"

Bodies pressed together, his dick remained wedged between us.  And yes, he was definitely hard. "Yes." It came out high pitched and needy as Cam nipped my lip before turning his gaze on Finn.  He latched onto the back of Finn's neck, bringing their foreheads together, and gave Finn a rough kiss.

"Tell me Finn, did you get our girl wet?"

I swore Finn's breathing quickened.

Adding, "wet enough for me to bend her over the bed and slip my cock right into her tight, hot cunt?"

This version of Cam, authoritative, forceful, was sexy as fuck, and I'd be lying if the deep tone didn't make my stomach do all kinds of crazy shit.

Finn's hand skated between my thighs, up slipping between my swollen lips and brushed across my clit as I let out a cry.  "Fuck, yeah, soaking."

Cam captured his lips again, needy, desperate, as Finn groaned.

My thighs clenched as it caught my breath in my chest.

Damn, it was hot to watch them kiss.

Cam growled as he sucked on Finn's bottom lip before his gaze sliced to mine.  "I want to watch you two fuck." A command, not a request.

And I was suddenly a waking dream of lust and desire. I could get drunk on these two and every other thought became a distant hum...

Yep, worrying could wait.