Page 108 of Cross the Line
Eli nods. “What’s the sign, JJ?”
“It’s got to be something you’ll always be comfortable doing.”
Soft eyes meet mine as he steps back into me. His clammy hand clasps around my wrist, and he taps the inside three times. “Is that okay?”
“If you’re sure you’ll be able to do it when you need to.”
“I like touching you, so… yeah, I’m sure.” After a beat, his other hand grasps my other wrist, and he brings my arms around him as he nuzzles into me. “I’m sorry I made that hard.”
“Don’t apologize, Sweetheart. I get it.” Tightening my arms around him, I press a kiss to his cheek and just hold him, allowing the worry weighing me down to roll off me.
The soft Christmas music continues playing in the background. I don't know who rocks who first, but that’s how we’re tangled together when Finley appears. Standing in the opening to the hallway with a timid smile, palms smoothing over her lilac sequined hips.
“Holy…” The rest dies in my throat.
Eli spins, sucking in a gasp. “Shit.”
“Mhmm…” I nod, lifting my stare from the lilac feather trim skimming her thighs all the way up the tight body of the dress to the feather trim at the top, skimming the swell of her full tits.
Fuck me, she’s so goddamn gorgeous. Her curves are soft and toned.Legs go on for days and days. And in those high heels, with the gold leather cords wrapped around her ankles, they’re killer.
“Do you like it?” Fin asks, pausing in front of us.
“You look…” Eli hums, sliding a glossy wave off her face to reveal the gold-and-pearl hoops I bought her.
“Wow.”
“Yeah,” he adds, trailing a crooked finger along the bottom of her jaw, lifting her gaze to ours. “Wow.”
Bright blue eyes dance between mine and Eli’s. “It’s kind of short, and?—”
“Sexy,” Eli says quickly.
Every time he says that word, something in me detonates.
“It’s… You’re… Maaan, Lucky…” I grip her hip and pull her into us. “The dress, the heels, the earrings… It’s all perfect.”
“I love the earrings,” she sings, nose scrunching. I dip to kiss her, and she leans back. “No lipstick smudging until after the photos.”
She air-kisses both index fingers and presses one to my lips, one to Eli’s. Even with minimal makeup, her liner makes those baby blues glass-bright.
“Are you teasing us, or is that an actual rule?” Eli nips her finger.
“Not my rule.”
“Fuck it, then.” He bands an arm around her waist, yanking her flush to us. He hovers a breath from her mouth. “Unless you don’t want it, Fin, I’m going to kiss you.”
“I want it. I always wan—” He silences her with a hard kiss.
Sucking her lip into his mouth without any trepidation, he groans long and low. The sound vibrates through me, straight to my aching cock.
Goddamn.
I could listen to him devour her all night.
When her hand clutches the hem of my jacket, I step behind her, sandwiching her between Eli and me.
Right where she belongs.
