Page 42 of Cross the Line
“You don’t want me anymore, do you?” she breathes, hot tears soaking my collar.
I bury my face in her curls. “I’m always going to want you. I’m always going to love you. Remember? I can’t live without a heart.”
I press lingering kisses to the top of her head while I turn us about in a circle so I can find Jayden.
Before I motion him over, he’s engulfing us both in his strong embrace. With her sandwiched between us, we keep holding her until her tears subside and her hiccups press her body impossibly flusher to mine. So that every soft dip and curve rubs over my hard edges while bringing Jayden closer to me. Over the top of Finley’s head, his jaw grazes across the side of my face.
Thrusting a hand into her hair, I tunnel my fingers through the taut strands, loosening her ponytail. I love everything about her loose and wild, like she’s always been. The instant I tug her face up, her eyes meet mine. Red, raw, and so full of need that my blood ignites.
I take her mouth without restraint. No tease. I spear my tongue into her and give her everything I can right now, drinking her in, sucking her breath into me.
Finley’s hands climb my chest, between us, to my shoulders. I nip her bottom lip, and her head tilts, and when I glance up, Jayden’s watching—rapt—his fingertips skating my sides in a barely-there touch that detonates every nerve. Exquisite torture. Unimaginable bliss.
Finley’s kiss. Jayden’s touch. Everything I’ll ever need.
He lowers to her neck. I wind her hair around my fingers, baring skin to his mouth.
The second his lips touch her throat, she trembles and moans into me. He circles, presses to my side, drags kisses up the column of her neck. His tongue flicks over my fingertips at the nape of her neck.
Holy shit. Her moans. His growls. It all tugs my pulse like a ripcord. I break from her just as Jayden claims her mouth, and I tighten my grip in her hair while my other hand flattens on his back, mapping the hard planes under his shirt.
“Fuck, Baby,” he grunts into her, while I guide her back against me and he pivots with us. “You’re so fucking lush with his taste on your tongue.”
Lowering my lips to her neck, I suck at the salty patch of skin behindher ear. Nipping and licking until she’s writhing into me with Jayden’s thigh pushed between our legs.
“Eli… please…” Her burning sigh lingers in the air when I suck harder, savoring the tang of her blood percolating through the layers of her velvety skin.
I’m going to leave my mark on her neck, the same way Jayden left his on her thighs, so she knows where she belongs and who she belongs to.
“Still think we don’t want you, Fin?” Jayden breathes, forehead to hers, his palm cupping the back of my head as I drag a wet trail to her ear.
She shakes her head.
“This is what I want, Angel. You, me, and JJ. I don’t want to pick, either. I can’t, Finley.”
A gasp hitches her back against my chest. I can’t see her face, but I hear Jayden’s relieved exhale when she nods.
“Come here,” she murmurs, fisting the front of his polo to pull him down to us. She leans to his ear. I know what’s coming before she says it, the same way I knew what he told her at Matheo’s party.
“Kiss him.”
Jayden’s eyes cut to mine, offering me the choice, handing me control.
“Want to know what I taste like on his tongue, Angel?” I ask, taking what he’s giving and running with it.
“Yes,” Finley breathes. “Please.”
Her head lolls back against my chest as Jayden straightens, pressing flush to her while his hand guides my face to his.
A slow, sinful smile. Then his mouth brushes mine.
“Oh jeez,” Finley sighs, nails biting my thigh as I open for him and he sucks my lower lip with a throaty growl.
Everything clicks.
Every piece of me—ofus—locks into place with Finley pressed to my heart, Jayden’s tongue stroking mine, his thumb raking a hot path from my jaw to the hollow of my throat. He tastes faintly of the chocolate shake he chugged before takeoff and the ghost of peppermint from her gum.
My senses spike; every brush of skin, every shared breath, the scratch of his stubble, the bite of her nails. Heat floods me, an inferno waking parts of me I thought were dead.
