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“Sit up,” he orders with a growl.
His eyes meet mine—so fucking wild. They’re big and dark and fierce with unrestrained hunger.
The sharp lines of his face are tight; his groans, choppy to match his jagged thrusts.
I fucking love the sound of his flesh slapping into hers as I coil my arm around her waist and hold her back against my chest.
My length slots into her crease, and with every thrust of Eli’s hips, her wet flesh strokes me. Faster, faster.
“Oh my God,” Finley yells, throwing her arms back over my shoulders while Eli tugs at her nipples.
Our bodies are slick with perspiration, easing the glide. I’m so close—the heat in my bones building and spreading through me.
“I’m there… Eli… Love… Eli… Eli…” Her choked scream fills the air as he pulls her back down and grinds her on his cock with a long, guttural curse.
Her body spasms, taking all his cum, and before her orgasm is done, Eli pulls out of her, still spurting over her pussy and the curve of her ass… all over my balls. And fuck, the heat of his pleasure dripping on my skin is enough to end me.
Jaw clenched, he yanks Finley back down onto his chest as he grits, “Go on, Sunshine, fuck my cum back into our girl’s pussy.”
Goddamn. I grip my shaft as his hands grab her ass and angle her opening in line with me. As he devours her lips, I slam into her.
“Jayden!” Finley’s cry is loud, reverberating around us, filling the air with the uptick of her pleasure.
Her cunt tightens around me. Pulling me deeper.
“So fucking hot… wet… Fuck, Baby, you take us so well,” I groan, holding her hips with bruising force as I do exactly what Eli asked: I fuck his cum into Finley, letting it coat my cock as it thickens inside her.
Nothing’s ever felt this good. This dirty. This fucking perfect as I slam into her once, twice—and my orgasm rips from me. Filling her so completely she overflows.
I’m spent. Breathless. My body shakes with the force of my release as I collapse over her, licking the sheen of her sweat while Eli combs his fingers through my hair.
He’s fucking perfect.
She’s fucking perfect.
And they are all mine.
CHAPTER 27
ELIJAH
It’s the middle of the night. Jayden and Finley are tangled in each other, their breaths mingling with light, alternating snores. Pulling the duvet up over them, I carefully move Jayden’s hand from my stomach to Finley’s hip before I slowly ease out of his bed.
The adrenaline from our win—my first goal in ages—and the conversation with Gerry is finally wearing off, and reality is setting in thick and fast. I’m overwhelmed as I traipse toward the bathroom.
Maybe a quick shower will settle me. It’s worked before.
I slip through the closet and close the en suite door, dimming the lights.
Jayden’s bathroom mirrors mine; dark-gray granite tiles with brushed-gold fittings and a natural-stone suite. Unlike mine, his counters are bare. Everything is hidden behind the vanity mirror except for the brushed-gold soap and hand-lotion dispensers.
It’s a good thing, because the first place my eyes land is where my razor sits in my bathroom—beside the sink with my toothbrush.
Gripping the edge of the stone counter, I remind myself of the promise I made him—to be better, not to cut.
I keep repeating it, waiting for the noise in my head to fade.
It doesn’t.
