Page 277 of Cross the Line
“Oh my God, that’s not even remotely true. You’re always the one spread out on the bed, over us… like a damn heated blanket!”
“I kinda like that part,” I shrug at the same time as Jayden chuffs, “Dunno what you’re talking about. I’m the neatest motherfucking sleeper on the planet.”
“Not in this fucking universe.”
“Babe… I feel like you’re getting like…a tad—” Jayden pinches his thumb and finger together. “—aggressive…”
He’s going to get his ass beat if he’s not careful. Although he’d totally love it. And I can’t say I wouldn’t, either.
In fact, I am here for it! Literally, figuratively, and everyallyandivelythere is.
“Just, you know… a little…” JJ side-glances at me, the green in his eyes glinting with that belly-swooping mischief I adore. “Wouldn’t you say so, Baby?”
With a hum, I absorb the palpable warmth of his wonky grin. I swear my heart adds a few extra beats into its eager rhythm just for him—mine and Eli’s glorious sunshine.
“Well… I suppose he is being somewhat… ya know…” My stare flits back to Eli, still holding the hoodie to his chest.
His eyes are dark, bottomless wells of obscene promise, while he takes a couple of purposeful steps towards us. When he comes to a stop at the foot of the bed, he rumbles, “You suppose I’m being somewhat…”
“Belligerent…” Jayden answers for me. His cocky smirk is audible in the trill of his words as he adds, “Grouchy…”
Oh, my heart.
It doesn’t know what to do with itself at the cock of Eli’s brow.
Jayden is trembling beside me with the laughter he’s holding in whilemy toes are curling with the shot of electricity that zaps from my head to my toes with every second Eli holds my stare.
“What do you suppose, Finley-James?” My lady parts clench with the press of my thighs at the rasp of his voice.
“Defensive,” I squeak, because I’ve committed to riling him up, and this tension between us is almost as good as sex… and it’s been a while since the three of us have been intimate. I miss it so much that the tiniest touch sets every cell of my being on fire.
I am constantly burning and yearning and dying for them.
It never stops. The torment never ends.
I don’t want it to. Because this is who we are. Who we have always been.
This innate desperation for one another that lives in our skin and bones, that resides in our hearts and souls, is what makes us who we are.
Perfect for each other.
“More like grumpy,” Jayden chuffs, getting up to stretch.
“Yeah? You think so, Fin?”
I pinch my thumb and forefinger like Jayden did before and nod in response.
“Really?” The deep velvet of Eli’s voice sends a shiver through me, tightening my chest until it feels like I can’t breathe again. Like my blood is rushing through me, making my heart pound into my lungs like it might beat them into function again.
I swallow with a manic nod when he traipses to my side, shaking out the hoodie so that I get a mouthwatering hint of his and JJ’s colognes mixed together.
A teasing grin tugs at one side of his face. “Well then, I suppose you don’t want this, then…”
I reach for the sweater at the same time as he steps back into Jayden, who’s coming up behind him with a megawatt smile.
“Don’t be a tease, Sweetheart,” he croons into Eli’s ear, wrapping his arms around the top of his chest while he edges them closer again.
“Weren’t the two of you just teasing me?” Eli throws a wide-cocked glance between us.
