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Matheo falls into step beside us while Eli and Jayden walk behind me. Jayden hasn’t released my hand since we left the restaurant, and Eli is so close that the toes of his shoes graze my heels.
I zone out of Matheo and Christina’s chatter and focus on the weight of my steps—the way they pull at my core.
I’m achy from all the clenching.
It’s going to hurt when Jayden and Eli fuck me later. And sweet baby Jesus, the thought of it turns me on some more.
My toes curl as I walk, tilting my steps into a waddle with the clench of my thighs. I’m about to ask Christina to slow down when she releases my arm and continues with Matheo. They’re not holding hands or touching, but at least she’s chuckling at his easy patter.
The instant I’m untethered, Eli and JJ fall into step on either side of me. Jayden’s arm wraps around my shoulders while Eli’s coils around my waist. On his other side, I hear Lex talking about what he has on the horizon for Eli in the new year—new opportunities to shut the door on the ones he’s lost because of us.
“It’s going to be a big year, man.” Lex claps Eli’s shoulder hard enough that he tightens his hold on me. “And we’ve got that Hallman son of a bitch by the bal?—”
“Stop, Lex,” Eli cuts him off before he finishes.
Jayden tenses at the mention of Ryker. As do I. We haven’t talked about him since Brian took us into his office in Aspen, and I don’t want to now. That creep does not get to ruin tonight. The only thing being ruined—after all the damn torture—isme.
“Not tonight.” Eli’s tone is finite, which relaxes JJ a tad. “I don’t want to think about any of that stuff. The only people who get my attention tonight are Fin and JJ.”
“Good on you,” Lex hollers with another slap.
Jayden leans closer, giving Eli’s shoulder a tight squeeze, the same way I cinch my arms around their waists and hug them as tight as I can.
With a kiss to the top of my head, Eli looks across me to JJ with a mischievous grin. “Focusing on the good vibes.”
Oh my God.
CHAPTER 45
ELIJAH
If the restaurant had all the salacious vibes, the club is a den of iniquity. The Apostles’ show is electrifying: beats dense and deep, bouncing between twelve DJs, flowing into one flawless, never-ending set.
There are almost-naked dancers on each of the DJ podiums with LED poles that make them appear like silhouettes in the black light. Aerialists hang from ribbons, twirling to the hard-pumping rhythm along with acrobats in lit cages, wearing white, luminous feathers.
The atmosphere is insane, and for an exclusive event, the dancefloor is packed.
It’s a clever masquerade—everyone in white glows, faces blurred by the black light. Making it impossible to tell people apart.
Except for Jayden and Finley. I’d recognize them anywhere. My body recognizes theirs. It’s reacting to their figures tangled together. Jayden’s tall frame hulking over Finley’s, because even though she’s wearing five-inch heels, Jayden could still swallow her up.
“What’re you doing, Preacher?” Matheo asks, swirling his drink over the banister of our VIP suite. “You ever think about letting go and joining the fun?”
“I like watching.” I side-glance at him to find his stare on Ansel and Christina dancing not far from JJ and Fin.
He gives me a narrow-eyed look. “As in that’syourthing? Watching them? Together?”
I don’t verbally reply. Instead, I take my gaze back to my loves. My chest pounds to the punchy rhythm of the electronic dance music. My blood hums to the spacey synth melody. The lyrics are sensual, all abouttouch and feel, and that’s exactly what Jayden and Finley are doing. Touching and feeling one another.
Pulling my phone from my pocket, I dim the screen to a minimum. The privacy filter means Rio can’t see shit when I pull up the LuvOhapp for the toy Finley’s wearing.
Down below, Jayden spins our girl into him, his strong thigh pushing between her legs. I know when he slots flush to her center—her head falls back, fluorescent streaks in her hair glowing to the pronounced curve of her ass, giving me a glimpse of the low dip of the neckline of her dress on her blacked-out skin. I can’t see her tits, but I have every inch of her body memorized. And I know exactly how the fabric will be, just covering her delicious nipples with the taut bow of her back.
Fuck.
My stomach tightens around the sudden fluttering. My breaths stilt and deepen, imagining her moan when he makes contact with the vibrator inside her.
The glow of her white-painted nails pushes up into Jayden’s hair while their lower bodies press completely flush. The heat I know is blazing between them, coating their bodies in sweat, percolates down my spine.
