Page 157 of Cross the Line
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“Want to help me wash my back? Or wash my hair?”
“That’s not even a question.”
Eli shakes his head, his toothpaste-coated grin growing bigger as I strip Fin’s tank, and while she shimmies her shorts down her hips, I palm her tits.
I know how much he loves them. Eli is a total boob guy, and our girl digs it. Finley goes feral for the way he sucks and bites at her plump tits, and I fucking die at the breathy mewls that gurgle in her throat when she’s overwhelmed by the sensation.
Yeah, now my dick is rising to the occasion.
Finley rolls my boxer briefs down, and I guide her into the shower with a “We won’t be long” over my shoulder.
“You’ve got ten minutes before I go hunting for tea without you,” he says. “And they better be the best ten minutes of your life since you’re making me wait to give you your present.”
“What is my present?” I peer out of the shower to find him backing into the bedroom with a smug grin.
“If I leave this room before you’re ready, you’ll be asking me all day until we make it back in here.”
“You’ve got to be shitting me,” I groan, fully aware that I’ve created a monster, and any other person would be pissed at themselves.
Not me.
I can’t get enough of this lighthearted, audacious side of Eli. So damn bossy that I want to rile him just to watch him let loose on me.
“Don’t do it,” Fin warns, looping her hands around my neck, tugging me under the spray. “We’ll both pay for it, and I want my present.”
“I can give you my present now.” I press her to the tile and claim her mouth, rolling my hips so my groin ruts her flat stomach.
“How sore are you?”
On her tiptoes, she kisses my ear. “Like I was perfectly stuffed only hours ago.”
I chuckle at the sexy rake of her voice, and she adds, “Last night was incredible.”
“Yeah.”
“I love feeling you and Eli come inside me. Of having a part of the two of you buried deep in me.”
“Fin…”
“Being around your family and seeing Summer pregnant… How happy and beautiful the kids are and how she talks about carrying her husband’s baby…” Those baby blues soften. “I know we’re not ready yet. But I know that I want it.”
“Yeah, those little devils get under your skin,” I say, brushing wet hair from her face as water slicks it against her cheek.
“It’s not the kids, Jayden. It’s you and Eli. The two of you make me want all these things I despised. Things I never knew I wanted or could want.” She licks water from her lips like it’s life.
Maybe it is. I hope this—us—is our eternal life.
Her fingers massage my scalp. “I know we were fooling around last night, but?—”
“It turned me the fuck on to imagine you pregnant with our baby.”
“When you and Eli were rubbing my belly, it did things to me, and I’m not sure what that means or what it says about me.”
“That you want a baby fucked into you,” I say, watching an adorable flush bloom on her cheeks. “Hell, I’m into it, too, and I had no idea until last night.”
“Really? I’m pretty certain that you’ve deliberately honed your dirty grin to impregnate any woman that looks at you,” Finley chuckles while I squeeze shampoo onto her hair and work it in.
