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“Fuck, you feel so goddamn perfect with our man’s cock stretching your cunt. So tight...” His words are strained, matching his shallow thrusts, filling our girl so completely that tears glaze her midnight stare when he bottoms out.
We lie in blissful silence for a beat. Our breaths melee in the air. Theheat of our bodies building with every second that passes, and the throb of JJ’s cock pulses with mine and the greedy clench of our girl’s body.
This is everything.
“You okay, Baby?” Jayden asks, his voice so soft it frays at the edges.
“Yes, Honey,” Fin whispers back, tilting into him just enough to make our cocks rub together through the thin wall of her pussy. “More than okay.”
“Good,” he says as my hand grips his side and he eases out of our girl before slowly thrusting in again.
The friction of his cock is intoxicating. I can’t stop my body from responding. Meeting his drives one for one with the same tender ease.
While I drink down our girl’s throaty cries, he bathes her in soft, open-mouthed kisses. Our bodies move together. A tangle of sweaty limbs desperately holding on to each other.
“Don’t stop,” Fin begs as each stroke draws longer, slower.
We love our girl with all the time in the world. Because she is our world—our whole universe—and without her, nothing is the same. We need her the way we need each other. Like fire needs air to grow, like earth needs water to flourish.
When we finally combust, her body quakes between us, pulling us deeper, together. Like the strong glue she is, Finley holds us tighter with every spurt of our release. And long after we’re sated, bodies loose and breaths in sync, we remain tangled.
Forever bound, etched in the fabric of each other’s souls.
CHAPTER 59
FINLEY
It’s still dark out, and I know I should be asleep. But the bed isn’t as warm since JJ and Eli got up at four-thirty. I’m naked, and my body already misses theirs. Not to mention the house smells like nice coffee—the sweet, milky kind Jayden makes with his fancy machine. I swear I can feel the caffeine zing through my veins with every deep inhale.
Even though I’m sore from last night, I roll out of bed and slip on Jayden’s shirt before padding toward the kitchen.
All the lights are off except for the trim glow under the cabinets and island. Perfectly accentuating Jayden’s athletic physique. Shadow and light carving every line.
My good lord, he’s a sight. Hair still ruffled, sleep puffing his face, and I can’t resist cuddling up to him while he finishes his oatmeal. With my cheek pressed to his back, I listen to the slow, steady drum of his heart. His skin is so warm I refuse to let go when he turns in my arms.
“You should still be in bed,” he says, wrapping his arms around me. “Sound asleep and too tired to move.”
“Were you going to leave without waking me up?” I ask when he kisses the top of my head.
“Of course not. We weren’t going to wake you up until we were heading out the door.”
I coil tighter around him, ignoring the sharp pang his reminder brings. It’s always worse when the mention of leaving comes from him and Eli.
Speaking of… “Where’s Eli?”
“Walking Samson and Bee so you can have a lay-in and rest this hot body.” JJ punctuates his statement with a playful thwack to my ass.
Big hands grip both cheeks, hoisting me up his body before carrying me back to the bedroom.
As he lowers me to the bed, I lock my ankles at the top of his ass and pull him down with me. The full weight of him pressing me into the mattress.
He doesn’t move. Just fits his face to my neck and melts with a sigh.
“I’ve missed this,” Jayden murmurs, nuzzling deeper with a tender kiss. “Need to be better about making time just to cuddle.”
“We cuddle all the time, Hotshot,” I say, though I know what he means.
Since the night Eli told me about Presley and Ryker, we’ve been keeping busy. I’ve been avoiding being too still, so I don’t think about the conversation. And it’s thrown us off our natural rhythm.
