Page 165 of Cross the Line
His cocked stare meets mine, punctuating his words along with the buzz of the baseline to the song still playing.
Yeah, they’re killing me. And there’s nothingsoftlyabout it.
Fuck.
CHAPTER 44
FINLEY
The restaurant is dark and sultry with neon lighting and exotic plants hanging from the ceiling and coiled around industrial pillars. The music is sensual to match the dancers, dotted on podiums around the place. They’re dressed in lace and feathers that flutter with every move.
The whole environment is adding to the suffocating need broiling inside me.
Jesus.
God.
Sweet Christ, please have mercy on me.
I pray on repeat, trying to swallow down every mouthful of food without whimpering.
Thankfully, the vibrator isn’t buzzing anymore. But the fullness isstillkilling me. I keep waiting for my body to adjust to the sensation…
Impossible—every time I turn to our friends when they’re talking to me, it shifts; every time I lean forward for a bite, it pushes and pulls. My body is locked in want, a constant climb with no peak, and my two possessive men show no hint of mercy.
“Dude, what’s gotten into you? You got ants in your pants or something?” Christina narrows her eyes on me, and they go straight to my breast where Eli’s mark is darkening.
Her stare is on me when the vibrator goes off.
Shit!I grip her thigh tight as her eyes dart to mine.
“What the fuck?”She mouths, followed by a low whisper, “Did you just vibrate?”
I swallow, not sure what to say. When I glance across the table at Eli,he has his phone in his hand. Dark eyes spearing me, chiseled pout extra surly.
Christina turns back to the table, covering her mouth with her hand as she asks, “Why are you vibrating?”
“Because…” I grit through clenched teeth, trying to force myself to relax while I give Eli a pleading glance. “You don’t want to know.”
He taps his phone just as she follows my stare to him. “Oh, fuck me… girl.Girl, I’m getting horny for you.” Her groan morphs to a wanton snicker.
“Maybe you should take back the ‘friends only’ agreement you made with Matheo,” I tell her, breathing through the last echo of the buzz knotting my stomach. “I don’t get it.”
Christina follows the length of the table to find him at the other end. “He deserves better.”
“That’s trash.”
Shaking her head, she forks her food around her plate. “I can’t be who I am and fall into his bed whenever he calls.”
“He calls you every night.” Tucking my hair behind my ear, I cross one leg over the other, hoping it’ll dissipate the rest of the hum thrumming through me.
“Exactly. I told him I didn’t want a relationship, and…” She stabs her fork into the steak on her plate.
“You do now?” I stiffen when Jayden’s hand pushes between my thighs.
His grip tightens as he leans in and asks, “How’s it going, Lucky?”
The sweetness in his voice is taunting. He knows exactly what they’re doing to me, and asking is just another way to keep my mind on the sensations. Of making it impossible to relax.
