Page 260 of Cross the Line
“Are you fucking kidding me? What’s wrong with this guy?” Kailey yells, setting Blanca and Samson off into a chorus of yowls.
Salem’s chuckling when the camera finally pans to Corey. The lightness in her features dulls with a gasp.
“Oh my God,” she whispers, hands molding to her belly as she shuffles to the edge of the couch. “Casey said they looked alike, but… they could be twins.”
The man in question shakes his blonde hair before he puts on his helmet and jumps over the boards, swapping with one of the other Chicago centers. Crystalline blue eyes narrow on Eli and Jayden’s line while he yells orders at his teammates.
With a sigh, Salem looks up at me. “His eyes are different… colder.”
“He looks sorta grouchy,” I say, absorbing the sadness rolling off her deep into my bones in a way that wrenches my insides at the obvious downturn of Corey’s eyes.
He’s suffering.
The pain I’ve watched Salem endure is etched in the lines around his stare and in the grimace of his mouth.
“Casey wasn’t grouchy. There was nothing moody about him.” She shakes her head and sinks back into the couch, sole focus dropping to her growing belly. “He was always bright and happy, like hope sprang inside him.”
Now hope is inside her, in the form of their child. I don’t say it; the faint, half-hitched smile on her face says she’s thinking it, too.
“Motherfucker!” Kailey’s shout whips my attention back. Auguste and Matheo are holding Eli and Jayden back from a brawl with Chicago’s forwards. Dylan is sprawled in the crease, half-buried inside the net that was empty moments ago.
“What happened?” I ask, leaning forward.
“Damn shitshow, that’s what happened,” Kailey huffs, dropping onto the glass coffee table before grumbling at the TV. “That’s your fucking net, protect it at all costs, assholes!”
Maybe my memory’s skewed, but I don’t recall her being this boisterous during other games. Then again, the stakes ratchet higher every night.
“We’re so freaking close, now is not the time to fall to shit, guys…guys!”
They won’t.
Eli and Jayden are living and breathing hockey until they bring the Stanley Cup home to LA. It’s all they’re talking about now that the end of the season is nigh and the Playoffs are on the horizon.
I think Kailey might have an aneurysm through the first period of overtime when Chicago ricochets a couple of pucks off the top bar and Dylan’s pads. Thankfully, Matheo gets a clean shot right between the Chicago keeper’s legs with a few seconds to spare in the second period of overtime.
Watching the guys celebrate, relentless yearning slams back. My brain goes to an instant countdown as they file off the ice into the tunnel. Every cell readies for them to burst through the door and find me—to use the last dredge of victorious adrenaline to make me scream their names as they fill me with their cum.
Because there’s nothing better than being full of them. Than having their pleasure scald me from the inside out.
It’s when I feel strongest. Untouchable. Unshakeable. They are my rocks, and I am needy for them—desperate to my core. Damned and saved.
I wouldn’t change a thing. Not even when every part of me waits painfully, hanging on my every breath for the second they walk through the door.
Even though I know I won’t have them back with me until tomorrow.
CHAPTER 76
FINLEY
The pounding in my chest refuses to ease as I step into the elevator and the doors slide shut. Sweat trickles down the back of my neck, soaking into my top.
Remind me to never work out with Kailey again.
I swipe my towel over my forehead and down my neck while I catch up on the messages I’ve missed over the last hour and a half.
The first up is theFOREVERgroup chat.
Eli
