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Finley’s head drops onto my shoulder. She wraps one arm around Eli’s and lets the other hang down my side, nails biting my thigh—as if she knows I need that sharp edge to ground me.
For this moment alone, every hurdle was worth it. I’d relive every doubt and bruise just to be this man—the one loved by, and loving, these two extraordinary people.
My people.
CHAPTER 30
FINLEY
As the night falls, the music thickens, setting the frenetic rhythm of my heart while I glug down another bottle of cold water to cool off from the inferno that is the dance floor.
There are far more people than I expected—not just players and their guests and direct staff, but admin and back-office folks, too. If I thought the live music night was packed, tonight we can hardly move without bumping into others.
Jayden and Elijah take turns guiding me through the crush, back to our corner with the guys.
“You good?” Jayden asks as we step onto thick glass covering a red-lit pool.
It’s been transformed into the dance floor with The Comets’ logo at the bottom. It took me a while to get used to all that water beneath my feet.
“Yes,” I nod when he stops amid the sway and thrum.
“Good.” His yell barely cuts through the air as he grabs my hand and pulls me close.
“Fuck man, this is the one,” Matheo hollers, throwing his arms around JJ’s shoulders and using him to launch into the beat.
Reinhardt and Andersen push through with their dates, who look as bemused as I am at their crew going feral. I can’t stop laughing as Elijah folds his arms around me. His body bows along mine while he burrows his face in my neck and kisses the mark he left earlier, bringing the butterflies in my stomach back to life.
Eli doesn’t move to the frantic drum of the music. Instead, he rocksus to the chilled melody, weaving the beats together into a hypnotic sound.
The lights drop, and green-red strobes slice the dark, firing from under the glass and overhead, turning everything jagged.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he breathes, hips swaying with mine. “All I can think about is sinking my teeth into every inch of you.”
The sillage of his minty breath litters my skin with goosebumps as I shiver deeper into him at the thought of being bitten by him. My body clenches in places I didn’t know could clench.
When Eli nips my ear, my ass grinds into his groin, seeking out the heat of his hardening bulge.
I don’t know what comes over me, except that I am so hot and my body is so aware that I need more than just his mouth on me. I want his calloused hands raking over my skin. His breath chilling the places his wet tongue trails…
“Eli…” Air seeps like oil from my lungs as I tip my head back onto his shoulder and guide his hand to the inside of my thigh, where Jayden’s mark is throbbing.
Lowering his face to mine, he licks a wet track from my ear to my mouth.
“What do you want, Angel?” He asks.
Too eagerly, I flatten his hand to the apex of my thighs. “Touch me.”
Eli cups my pussy as he licks into my mouth, and his thigh pushes between my legs, hitching up the hem of my dress to indecency.
I know I should cover up. That I shouldn’t enjoy being this exposed in the midst of so many strangers. But I do. And every time a body rocks into us, the urgency grows hotter. Unbearable while he nips and sucks at my mouth and my tongue.
“You like this, don’t you?” I nod, and he chuckles, tongue tracing back to my ear while his other hand grips my jaw, tilting my gaze to the flare of lights and faces. “You want them to watch me finger fuck your wet pussy...”
“God, yes…”
Eli’s fingers curl beneath the scanty lace of my underwear, and as his thumb teases my slit, the air closes in some more. The heat so strong that sweat beads on my skin with every stroke of his thumb over my covered pussy while his middle finger pushes through my folds to my entrance.
Slowly, he sinks inside me, adding another finger when he eases back out teasingly, and then another.
