Page 259 of Cross the Line
Eli
Yeeee…….
JJ
Eli Sylkes
Death by dirty talk
Eli
JJ
Yep…you broke our man, Lucky!
Ooops…A giggle shakes my chest, setting butterflies loose. The confidence they give me is a high I’ll never tire of. A power I’ve never felt outside of us. It’s heady and addictive.
Sorry, not sorry
JJ
We’ll see
Eli
Fuuuuck… what have you started?
JJ
Be a *good girl*, Fin. Rest up.
I swear I hear that low, promising chuckle tickle the shell of my ear, slide down my neck. My thighs press together, rubbing the sticky residue of their cum into my skin. Even though it’s been just over an hour since they were inside me, need simmers deep in my belly.
Good Lord, how am I going to survive the next six days?
Is it too late to ask for mercy? Because I need every bit of it I can get.
The yearning grows hot and fast, taking over every inch, just as the screen lights with their simultaneous sign-off.
Eli
I love you, angel.
JJ
Love you, baby
Love you more
Warmth stutters through my heart when they heart my message. I press the phone to my chest like I can absorb that visual affection. I hold it there until last night’s lost sleep pulls me under.
It’s where I’ll be living my best life until my men return.
Four games.
Salem watchesthe screen beside me, eyes tracking Corey Cavanaugh while I try not to die of a heart attack every time Kailey rockets off the couch and yells at the TV.
I’m pretty sure I’ve aged a decade by the last ten minutes. Eli and Jayden are out on the ice, defending the Comets’ empty net, the team hell-bent on avoiding another overtime like last night’s nail-biter that went to a shootout.
