Free Finn Again (The Finn Factor Book 5) by RG Alexander Page A

lips, watching him. “He’s upset.”
    “He’s turned on. I’m upset,” Trick murmured, lowering his head to lick one hard, ripe nipple. “No one’s asked me to take my clothes off yet.”
    Her hands immediately reached for the button of his jeans. “That’s more like it.”
    He got lost in her taste, his mouth full of lush flesh, his fingers slipping through the wet heat between her thighs. She was just as turned on as he was. When Declan pressed himself against his back Trick groaned, hating the restraint that had him saying, “Not this time. On the floor, Declan. She’ll be the one in control.”
    “She always is.” He heard Declan’s soft complaint and chuckled against Jen’s skin.
    He straightened and looked into her eyes. They were dilated, but he could still see a trace of uncertainty. “It’s okay, I promise. Show him how much you love him, baby.” He knew she did. Whatever reasons she had for turning him down didn’t change what the three of them had together. When she didn’t move he lowered his hands to the only clothing she had left—her lace underwear—and ripped it down the center. Her lips parted and he knew she was theirs. “Take these off and show him.”
    Jen got rid of the tattered panties and straddled Declan’s thighs. Trick could see the big body beneath her trembling with restraint. The professor was used to being in charge. Being on top. His hands were clenched into fists and Trick sympathized, knowing how impossible it was not to touch her. Not to lose control around their wildly passionate woman.
    He kicked off his boots and finished undressing swiftly, kneeling behind her and hissing out a rough breath when his erection brushed against her heavenly ass. “Do you remember that first night? In this room, watching us? I want to watch now, Jen. Touch him for me. Take him.”
    Declan’s growl made her shiver, but she wrapped her fingers around his thick erection and lowered herself slowly onto him. They moaned in unison. “Declan,” she gasped.
    He didn’t speak but Trick could see the fire in his eyes. “That’s it,” he whispered in Jen’s ear. “He’s holding back, but he needs you. Give him what he needs.”
    She put her hands on Declan’s broad chest and started to move. They were beautiful together. So beautiful Trick couldn’t look away. He watched Declan’s hands, unable to remain still, grip her hips as he helped her set a powerful rhythm that had them both shuddering.
    “So good, Jen.”
    “ God , Declan.”
    Trick kissed her shoulder and pressed his erection into her back, his arm slipping around her waist. “I don’t know how you do it, Jen. Just watch. I’m more of an action man myself. Greedy.”
    “Trick, please,” she moaned, turning her head and kissing him. “I want you both.”
    He met Declan’s stormy eyes and saw the approval. Thank-fucking-God . Trick grasped the bottle beside them and pressed Jen forward. “Kiss him. Kiss Declan while I get you ready for me.”
    Jen collapsed, kissing Declan almost angrily, biting his lower lip until he snarled and took control. That’s right, bad girl , Trick thought in a lust-induced haze. That’s how we work out our problems in this house .
    He slipped one lubed finger between her cheeks and moaned when her ass tightened around it. He could feel every thrust of Declan’s cock, the way her body reacted to their dual invasion, and he knew she didn’t want him to go slow. He added a second finger and thrust deep.
    “More,” she cried out raggedly. “God, that’s so good.”
    Declan was growling like a predator. He cupped Jen’s ass and spread it for Trick, impatience in every rough movement. “I fucking love teamwork,” Trick groaned with that first thrust, his body shaking at the tight squeeze. His hands tangled with Declan’s on her hips and they all fell together. Lost. Then there were no more words, no misunderstandings, just garbled cries of need and the raw sounds of sex.
    Trick