Page 213 of Cross the Line
Our game against Montreal was a dream, even if it tipped into overtime. Three hours of nail-biting, edge-of-your-seat, hard-pumping magic. We’re still high on the adrenaline and the standings bump when we step out of the cab and head straight for the elevators.
It’s only 9pm, but we have to be up and out by 6am to meet the team at the Denver hotel before heading to Colorado’s arena.
We get upstairs in quick time. Ready to make the most of the nine hours we have left together.
We’re not even through the door when JJ unzips Finley’s dress. The black fabric is like a glove to our girl’s curves, the ruffled skirt emphasizing the fullness of her ass.
So fucking perfect it’s impossible to keep my hands off when she ambles into me, her palms to my chest while her lips seek mine.
“This is the best present,” is all she says before she crushes her mouth to mine, swallowing my groan with a searing kiss.
Her hot, wet tongue curls around mine, taking what she needs without pause or second thought. The carefree confidence is heady. I’m obsessed with the fire her touch sparks through my veins.
“Arms up, Baby,” Jayden orders, tugging her dress over her body at the same time I hitch her up my front.
“Legs,” I demand, slapping her pantyhose-covered ass. “Wrap ’em around me, Beautiful.”
From the moment I saw her tonight, I knew I was tearing the bow-patterned lace right off her sexy-as-fuck legs. I lay her on our bed and push my fingers through the netted threads. Relishing the tear that cuts around my fingers when I pull away, leaving her sprawled on the dove-gray duvet.
“So, birthday girl,” JJ croons, throwing the sex-toy pouch on the bed, “what’s on the menu?”
“Anything you want,” Finley replies as I peel the oversized black satin-bow stilettos from her feet.
“Tonight’s all about you, Baby. We’re here for you.” Jayden drags her nude panties with the red lace flowers down her legs.
I still remember the night JJ and I watched her in the shower. Seems like yesterday and forever ago all at once.
So much has happened since then. We’ve done so many wonderful things together. Overcome so much, and I know we still have mountains to climb, but it’s hard to think of what exists beyondthis,because being with Jayden and Finley is the holy grail of life.
I know they feel the same. It’s in the way he’s peppering her belly with kisses and in every longing glance he throws me in between, while I undress.
I’m certain of it because you can’t hurt for another the way they have for me without being a true part of them. And they are a part of me, as I am a part of them.
With one languid kiss, JJ sits back on his heels, helping our girl up before he opens the bag of toys.
“What do you need, sweet girl?” I ask, joining them on the bed, my hand trailing the length of her spine in lazy passes.
“I want you,” Finley whines when I palm her ass. “I always need you. Anywhere. Everywhere. However I can have you.”
She’s staring at the pouch in JJ’s hand when I lower my mouth to the curve of her neck and blow a hot breath on her sensitive skin.
“Tell us how you want us to make you feel good, Baby,” Jayden coaxes, voice rough.
I tease the line of her shoulder with my tongue and teeth. Over the perfect slope of her breasts…
Finley pulls out one of the larger anal plugs and the bottle of lube, handing them to Jayden. With an audible swallow, she croaks, “I want you inside me.” She turns her face, lips at my ear. “Both of you.”
Her fingers knot in JJ’s hair, tugging him closer until his lips meet ours.
“I need this,” she says with a sigh as her ass presses into my erection and I grind up against her. “Us.”
With JJ’s mouth hovering over mine, she licks across our open lips with a hum that rakes through me. I can’t resist tasting them together.
Nipping the corner of her mouth, I suck her lip at the same time Jayden’s tongue swirls with hers. Her body squirms over mine with every lick, bite, and hum.
My hand flattens to her belly, and as it lowers, I allow my thumb to stroke along JJ’s bulge.
“Fuck,” he hisses, the curse a pained growl that tangles with Finley’s long mewl when I rake my fingers along the dripping seam of her pussy. Throaty and gutsy and so fucking needy that urgency bites at me like a livewire.
