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My head falls back. My thighs tremble. My fingers tweak my nipples harder, chasing more sensation as the water beats down between my legs.
“Where do you want Jayden’s mouth?” Elijah asks, and I can hear what it’s costing him to keep his voice steady.
I don’t even answer. I just bring the spray higher, circling my clit faster now.
“Fuck, baby,” Jayden pants. “Come with us.”
It rips through me.
No build. No warning. Just a violent, toe-curling orgasm that tears through every bone, every nerve, every part of me that still remembers what it was to be afraid.
I scream their names as it crashes over me, splintering me apart, then piecing me back together with every wave.
When it’s done, I slump against the tile, boneless, shaking, wrung out and whole all at once.
My men.
My Jayden. My Elijah.
My everything.
CHAPTER 64
FINLEY
“Stop putting words in my mouth!” Christina mock-shoves me into a fake cactus by the host stand, her laugh bubbling up like soda. “I don’t care what you say, I’m not hung up on a stupid hockey guy.”
The pregame drinks we had at the apartment blur my edges just enough that I shoot back, “You absolutely want to suck his dick again. It’s so perfect… and oh… the piercings… ah… it hit all the right places…”
“What fucking succubus possessed you?” She crosses herself, then scoops water from a wall fountain and draws a cross on my forehead. “Away, demon! Away!”
We’re still cackling when the maître d’ leads us to a table where a woman with sage-green eyes and a gypsy scarf grin waves us in.
“Alice, this is my babe, Finley,” Christina says.
“Hey, girl.” Alice flips a margarita glass into a salt dish like a pro, pours from the shared pitcher, and pushes the drink toward me.
“Where’s Summer?” Christina asks as we sit.
“She lost track of time at the office. She’ll meet us at the bar later with Honor.” Alice hands Christina a drink, then raises her brows at me like we’ve known each other forever.
Christina clinks my glass. “Told you, we should’ve dragged her out when I picked you up.”
“Leave her alone, she’s growing a baby and running a business,” I say, sniffing the margarita before taking a tiny sip. “Wow. That’s strong.”
“One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, flooooor…” Alice sings.
“Nobody is hitting the floor tonight,” Christina warns, faux-stern. “I have to tuck this girl into bed in one piece or else…”
“Good luck with that,” Alice deadpans, then nods past my shoulder. “Who’s the stalker?”
I glance back. A guy at a nearby table looks away too fast, thumbs flying over his phone. “Another photographer. They’ve figured out where I work, too. Summer and I keep the blinds shut most of the day. I Uber door to door…”
“The life of a WAG,” Christina groans.
“I actually meant the dude who walked in behind you and hasn’t stopped ogling you since,” Alice says, eyes flicking left.
I glance over my other shoulder. Dark hair. Darker stare. That slow, assessing look that makes my skin tighten. I shift closer to Christina, letting the pillar behind her block his view.
