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It’s just me and Eli and this eternal need to be a part of him. To etch myself as deep into his DNA as he’s etched himself into mine.
We’re so close. My entire being burns as I drive faster into him, and he ruts into my fist.
The ragged sounds of our breaths punctuating the slap of our bodies. Sweat-soaked flesh on flesh. Slipping and gliding with every thrust.
“That’s it, Sweetheart, come for me,” I growl into his shoulder when his body jerks wildly over mine, sucking me deeper as he cries out and hot cum streaks his stomach, coating my hand while I keep working him in tandem with my jagged drives.
“Jayden. God, Baby… JJ…”
“Fuck yes, Babe, you call out my name. Tell the world who you belong to…”
“Jayden…”
“Tell the world whose cock owns your tight ass…”
“Fuck, Baby,” Eli cries, biting my earlobe. I tilt my gaze to his, and he rasps, “You do. You own me.”
His words tip me over the edge with a grunt that he swallows whole when his mouth takes mine. Sucking all the air from my lungs as I come undone for him.
Spurt after spurt of my hot cum filling him to the brim as I hold myself as far inside him as possible. So fucking deep it hurts with the sudden swell of my cock.
I’m trembling from head to toe as Eli sags into me. The weight of his body keeping me inside him while I hold him, and he holds me with his arms coiled around mine at his torso.
“I’m not letting you go, Jayden,” is what he tells me when he pauses our kiss. His lips are still touching mine. “I can’t. I can’t be without you… Without Fin… I can’t. I justcan’t.”
“Sweetheart,” I whisper, tracing the trajectory of his tears with my gaze, “you will never be without our girl.”
As badly as I wish I could promise the same about me, I can’t. Not without lying to him. Besides, we knew that being away from each other was always in the cards. Eli is twenty-four; he has more than a decade left in the sport. The Comets are only the second team in his career…
We knew that sooner or later, this was coming.
Still, when he tells me, “I’m not going to be without you,” I allow myself to believe him.
Give myself the freedom to hope. Even though, deep down, I know it’s going to kill me.
CHAPTER 67
ELI
A line appears between Connie’s brows when I sit next to her on the plane. Normally, she sits at the back with Coach. A few rows back from the other staff and away from the players at the front.
Today, Coach is sitting with Shane, clearly enduring one of his crisis talks, which doesn’t fill me with much hope about the meeting Jayden has with Gerry when we land in L.A.
“Not sitting with Morrow today?” she asks as I settle into the seat.
My heart is racing at what I’m about to tell her. Part of me hopes she’ll talk me off the ledge I’m teetering on, and the other part knows it won’t work even if she tries.
I meant what I told Jayden last night—I’m not letting him go without a fight. I cannot be without him. Neither can Finley. She was freaking out when she called me after the game. Our girl was choked up over the postulating conversations happening in the press about the repercussions of Jayden’s actions and what they mean for his future with The Comets.
“Didn’t get much sleep last night?” Connie gives me a crooked grin.
From the dark circles under her eyes, she hasn’t, either. Something about her has been different lately—tired, a little aloof. She’s also not wearing her usual fitted skirts and blouses. Like today, she’s in leggings and an oversized Comets sweater that looks like it belongs to Coach with the way it swallows her petite frame.
“Eli?” Leaning forward, she waves a hand in front of my face. “Are you going to say something or sit there staring at me?”
“You look different,” I blurt, hoping the observation makes my unintentional staring less weird.
A rosy tinge stains her cheeks as she chuffs down at her lap. “I had a very long night.”
