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Tears spring to her eyes, sluicing down her face with a scream that is as pained as it is blissful when Eli drags our curled fingers out of her clenched cunt. Rubbing the sensitive flesh in hurried circles as her orgasm crests again and her body thrashes and shakes.
It’s only when Finley’s limp over him that he guides our fingers out slowly, gently to her spent mewl.
“Good girl,” he praises, peppering wet kisses across her breasts as he slowly pushes to his feet, holding Finley tight to his chest. “Gonna clean you up now, Angel,” he says when I stand and follow him through to my bedroom.
My fingers are still wet and throbbing from how hard her pussy choked them while I watch him deposit Finley on the bathroom vanity. Holding her face in his hands, he kisses the tip of her nose before asking, “You okay?”
When she hums affirmatively, I flip the shower on and close the bathroom door to stop the heat from escaping while Eli undresses her.
Pride threatens to split my chest open while I watch him take care of our girl. I can’t imagine how hard this intimacy must be for him. But hejust keeps soldiering on. Fighting for his happiness. And fuck, I couldn’t love him more if I tried.
“I’m so sleepy,” Finley whines as he strips off her oversized shirt. “Do you think a sex coma is a thing?”
Eli chuckles in reply with a playful boop to her nose.
It’s only when he crouches to thread her shorts down her legs that I see the marks on her left breast. Deep, purpling bites that paint her pale skin around her rosy nipple and speckle all over like a love letter. Right where her heart lives.
My fingers brush my own chest, as though I can feel the bites burning on my skin. Etching all the way down to my rampant heart.
Eli catches my stare in the mirror and smirks, a wicked, self-satisfied curve of his mouth. His T-shirt and shorts cling to him, soaked. Not just damp—drenched. And somehow, the sight of him like that, flushed and unashamed, makes me dizzy with want.
He strips without hesitation, the motion confident and easy. When he turns toward the shower, he throws me a look over his shoulder—dark eyes gleaming, lips curved.
“You just going to stand there, or are you coming?” He asks, pausing beside me.
Goddamn, I thought I knew every layer of this man. Every side. But.Fuck. Me.Cocky Eli is the hottest fucking thing, and before he’s under the spray, I’m naked and following behind him.
CHAPTER 21
FINLEY
The dark surrounds me when I open my eyes. My head is still catching up with itself as I search the bed for Jayden and Elijah. The sheets have gone from smelling of Jayden all the time to a mix of the three of us in the week since we’ve returned from Miami.
Aside from training and the two home games the Comets have played this week, we haven’t left the apartment. Mostly because we’ve spent too much time exploring each other to think about exploring the outdoors.
A smile stretches across my lips as I roll out of bed, butt naked and pleasantly sore in all the right places. Tapping the light on the bedside table, I check the clock, then pluck Jayden’s shirt from the arm of the chair where he hung it last night after the game against Toronto. He’s so neat compared to Elijah that when I slip it on, it still feels crisp against my skin.
Catching sight of myself in the mirror, I grimace at the tangled, unruly curls clumped together from the way Jayden twisted them around his hands while he fucked me and Elijah watched.
I can’t get enough of the way he unravels. Sometimes it seems like it’s his own brand of self-torture. Like he enjoys the ache of his need as much as his release. And I love being part of what undoes him.
There’s something empowering about it. Something that wipes away all the doctrine I was barraged with for years about grace and place. I never feel less than with Jayden and Elijah. I’m their equal.
The flickering glow of the television lights up the wide archway framing the living area as I meander down the soft gray-painted hallway.I pause once more in front of the mirrored art on the wall, tying my hair up in a messy knot.
“It’s too big, JJ,” Elijah groans, sighing heavily.
“Trust me, it’ll fit,” Jayden retorts, sounding winded. A low, sexy chuckle echoes through the space, instantly covering my skin in goosebumps.
I seriously debate turning around and heading back to bed, but curiosity wins when a loudthwackslaps my senses into overdrive.
“Fuck,” Elijah grinds out. “Good God, will you just do it already?”
“I’m almost… fuck, it’s tight… need to readjust…”
My pulse quickens as I make it to the end of the hallway… and I freeze.
Mouth hanging open. Belly swooping.
