Page 168 of Cross the Line
As my dick throbs harder, I tap “live music” in the app, so the beat around us pulses through Finley.
The instant her body tenses with the buzz, Jayden’s face tilts up to where I’m standing. It’s blacked out, and still, I sense his grin burning into me. The same way I feel Fin’s senses heightening with all the bodies around her.
Our girl has a thing for being watched. More proof that we’re made for each other; same way Jayden’s push-the-limits streak feeds her wild curiosity.
“Are you going to ogle Reinhardt dancing with your girl the rest of the night, or are you going to do something about it?” I grumble when Matheo leans closer and asks, “So,watching… is that your thing, man?”
“Is it yours?” I counter, keeping my eyes on Jayden as the beat shifts to what he calls Afrobeat. He braces Fin’s waist, holds her as she rides his thigh, still dancing, still grinding. Her fingers twist in his hair.
“I’d rather watch Tee dance with Ansel and know that she’ll fall into her bed alone at the end of the night, than watch her dance with some bastard I won’t be able to pummel into the ice for putting his hands on her.” His frustration is evident in his voice. “He knows that woman is mine, and he knows he’s gonna pay next practice.”
“Good luck,” I tell him, pushing off the glass balustrade toward the spiral stairs. “FYI, she’s testing you. How far you’re willing to go to have her.”
He frowns at the strobes cutting across us. “This is the best view you’re going to get of them.”
“Watching is only part of the fun, Rio.” I pocket my phone, mic still feeding the beat to the vibrator, and dive into the crush.
If I weren’t going to Jayden and our girl, this would be my worst nightmare. The dance floor is blazing hot. The smell of sweat and liquor saturates the air as I shoulder through to my loves.
“Hey, Baby,” I breathe into JJ’s ear, pressing my body flush to his as I grip Finley’s hips around him. “Having fun?”
His head tips back onto my shoulder, bringing Finley’s chest tight to his. Her hair’s gone wild, the moisture kinking it in every direction while she keeps moving with Jayden.
“Do pigs like mud?” he replies with a gravelly chuckle when I tug Finley closer and grind her into his groin. “You done watching, Sweetheart?”
His face turns to mine, so close I can see his grin.
My breath hitches when he playfully licks my lips. “…never done watching you.”
“I love you,” Jayden says, tucking his face into my neck, lips pressing to my pulse point.
“Love you more, Sunshine.” The words—my words—fist my heart tighter than ever.
That’s the truth of all this. Of us. Me, him, and our girl.
I’m not only grateful for them and what we have. I love it. Every part of us. Every inch of them. More than I have ever cared about anything in my life. I love them more than life itself.
“Thank you for this,” he breathes over my jugular with a needy nip.
This.
I know he doesn’t mean tonight. He means what we’ve become. Who we are now. Because it’s how I feel—grateful for who I am becoming with them. Because of them.
All my monotone is saturated in color. The world is so different when seen through them, and I’ll never see it the same again.
“You don’t ever thank me, JJ,” I say, hitching my shoulder up and pulling my face back so I can see the flicker of his eyes.
He’s sweaty and perfect, and I can smell the brine on his skin beneath the hum of his cologne. Damn, my mouth is instantly watering.And when he brings his face closer to mine, I lick across his full, pressed lips.
They open with a sigh as Fin tucks her face to his shoulder. I know she’s biting her desperate need when he hisses into my mouth, then bites my lip with unforgiving gusto.
One hand drops along my side to grip my ass, taking me with him and our girl as the music morphs into a slower, syncopated rhythm. Finley’s moans become louder.
This beat is chilled. Deeper and harder hitting. It throbs through us, drumming in unison in our chests.
Fin’s nails hook around my nape, sharp and sure, as I push a hand between her and Jayden. He’s rock hard beneath soaked slacks. His frantic heat pulses into my palm when I cup his bulge. My knuckles graze Finley’s drenched pussy, rubbing her clit with the sway of our bodies. The buzz from the toy fizzes up my arm in a frisson of goosebumps, heightening my senses.
The heat of their need. The friction of Jayden’s body on mine. Their heady scents mixed together, burning through me like the potent liquor overflowing around us.
