Page 261 of Cross the Line
Packed and ready to come home
T-minus 6hrs 46mins
Eli’s message is followed by a photo of Jayden sprawled on the hotel couch with his feet up on their carry-on cases. He has his overhead headphones on and a big smile on his face that’s contagious as hell.
I have no control over my mouth or the chuckled sigh that escapes me when I scroll down to the next message from JJ with an album cover preview for a new track by a new artist. He sends me new music all the time, even when he adds it to our shared playlist.
JJ
This one is all you
I tap the link, and the new beat hijacks our playlist. Electric disco. So freaking good. My body bops on instinct. Of course, that grin on his facewas infectious—the track doesn’t give you a choice except to get lost in its chirpy rhythm.
JJ
Don’t let Kiki tire you out
That’s our job
Eli
…and we have plans
By the time the doors to our floor ping open, I’m not just bopping to the music, I’m squirming to all the possibilities that come with thewe have plansstatement. After last night’s video call where I watched JJ and Eli make out—their hands roaming over each other, mouths devouring every inch of skin they could find—I’m still a hot mess for it. Even if it ended with them watching me get off on them.
Can’t wait.
So ready for it
I let myself into the apartment, fussing over Blanca when she greets me with excitable leaps in the air. I set fresh water down for both pups, slip them each a sneaky treat, then put JJ’s track on repeat through the sound system while I start prepping brunch for when my men land. They’ll be taking off any second now.
Eli
We’re wheels up in 5
JJ
Get our pussy wet and stretched cause we’re coming in hot and ready to fill you up, Lucky
Gonna make a pretty mess of that gorgeous kitty.
Oh shit.My coffee burns down the wrong hole. I try not to choke, but I keep rereading his message and my heart hammers so hard into my throat I can’t get it under control.
Eli
See you soon,angel
Love you
JJ
T-minus 4.5hrs baby…can’t wait to hit home
Love you
Steadying myself, I snap a quick photo of myself in my sweaty workout apparel, my whole body flushed from the exercise and my choking fit. Messy bun half-fallen, tendrils tickling the curve of my bare shoulders, drawing the eye to my pushed-up breasts in a front-zipped sports bra.
Already sweaty and wet for you
