Page 114 of Ruthless Legacy

“As long as there’s food and drinks. Sure.”

“And what if hanging out involves touching?” Finn slides his hand up to her knee. “Kissing.” He pulls her hands from her lap, slippin her thumb in his mouth. “Sucking.”

Her eyes close for a brief moment. “That sounds like hooking up.”

Finn’s tiptoeing around. I take a more direct approach. “Would you be against hooking up with us again?”

She cocks her head to the side. “Is there something else I’ve earned a thank you for?”

“No, I just really wanna fuck you.”

Her eyes widen. Her teeth snag against her bottom lip. It’s one of her tells. She’s thinking something dirty. “While Finn watches?”

“Watch? Oh, no, Pet. I’m gonna be an active participant just like last time.”

She laughs. “As fun as that was, it was supposed to be one off.”

That’s not a no about us sharing her again. I slip my shirt over my head. “It was supposed to be a warmup, but then we showed you that video and you pushed us away.”

Finn’s knife is out. He drags the tip of the blade down her cheek and says, “We wanted to give you time to process. Now we’re tired of waiting. Aren’t you tired of denying yourself?”

With a roll of her eyes, she sasses, “Hate to break it to you boys, but I haven’t been denying anything. Your blue balls have nothing to do with me.”

Perfect. Now we’re on to the other person we need to factor in. “And how are you and Coach Wolfe hooking up without getting caught?”

“We’re not hooking up. He’s my teacher and my trainer. Nothing more.”

Finn sighs. “This isn’t a trap, Thea. We’re not trying to get you to confess to anything or blackmail you. We won’t be reporting anything we do or discuss to The League. You can trust us.”

“Doubtful. Besides, the only thing I’ve done worthy of blackmail is fuck two guys at the same time. I already get slut shamed, so that’s not even a threat.”

I hate that term, and I hate the idea of anyone calling her a slut because she wants us both. Which will happen, because people are closed minded.

She’ll have to withstand the scrutiny. If she can’t, we’re back to living lives with women someone chose for us. “You’re not a slut for enjoying sex, or enjoying it with more than one person at the same time.”

She rolls her eyes. “I know that, but that doesn’t mean I won’t catch flack for it if someone finds out.”

I sink to my knees in front of her and add another loop to the rope around her wrist. I tug, pulling her arms above her head. Her back arches, thrusting her breasts forward. “We’ll all be scrutinized for it. If they have something to say to you, they’d better be bold enough to say it to us, and I can promise you, they’re not.”

Finn’s gaze darkens. “It’ll be impossible for them to say much of anything if I cut out their tongues and make a charm bracelet out of them for you.”

“What am I? A viking wife tending a longhouse?” She huffs. “I can cut out my own tongues, thank you.”

Neither of us disagrees with her. We know she can.

She struggles against the rope I’m holding. “Now, what’s really going on here? Has the news already gotten out about what happened with us, and you’re trying to soften the blow?”

I tug harder to keep her still. Finn taps his knife against her leg. “Would that be so bad? Having people know we were together?”

She continues pulling against my hold. “I don’t like people in my business, Number Three.”

“I’m not suggesting we tell them our business. But I’m also not trying to hide that we’re a couple.”

She looks from him to me. “We’re not a couple. I don’t want to just be with one guy, so like I said, if this is an attempt to get me to pick between you, I choose neither.”

Finn drags his nose against her jaw and purrs, “You don’t need to pick. You can have us both. You just have to tell us that’s what you want.”

“And you’d both be okay with that? How would it even work? You schedule days, or swap off weeks like a shared custody arrangement?”

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