Page 71 of Break the Ice
A bashful smile tugs at her lips as I look between her and Jayden. His face is as flushed as hers and there’s something about the way his chest is rising and falling that makes it hard for me to breathe. That makes it impossible to tear my gaze from them even as they both divert their eyes to me.
Finley tugs at the hem of her dress. Jayden fusses with his hair, tugging at the dark strands like he does when we’re on the bench during a hard game.
It’s only when I smile at him that he relaxes again, and after a beat, he continues with dialed down mirth. “We can look away if you want?”
Finley levels him with a deadpan expression that makes it hard for me not to laugh when I glance at him and he’s holding the Morrowpanty-dropping grin. It’s so famous, that it’s got fan-made social accounts.
“Christ, I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” she mutters to herself before spearing me with her mesmerizing gaze. “So you can’t go back on a spit-shake?”
“He can’t,” Jayden is quick to answer for me, like he’s desperate to have her spit on him.
Holy shit.
He totally is.
With his hand still out in front of her, he offers, “If you don’t want to spit on me, I can spit on you.”
Fuck.
A silent gasp balls the air in my lungs. I swallow in vain at the lump swelling in my throat the instant her cheeks glow brighter, all the way to the tips of her ears as she sweeps her hair back. Finley drops her gaze to his hand, her cheeks hollow, and my chest tightens, strangling my heart’s frantic thrum.
All my thoughts are overtaken by images that have no place in my head. Her and him. Him and her.
Shit.
In a demure move, she tucks the stray tendrils framing her face behind her ear and then leans forward. Lifting her eyes to Jayden’s with a smile on her tempting lips, she sucks in a deep breath. Determination glints in her stare.
She’s going to do it.
At any given time, Finley is gorgeous, radiant, a beacon of everything a person could ever dream of. Together, with Jayden, she’s exquisite. He brings out a part of her that’s beyond any hope or imagining I’ve ever had.
They’re so fucking perfect.
God.
My heart trips over itself when she delicately spits into Jayden’s palm.
Damn.
Unfettered heat pounds through my veins. And I know I shouldn’t like this. I shouldn’t feel so at ease... happy and content at the sight of them like this. Together. At the images in my head of them. Together. But...
Holy fucking shit.
What is wrong with me?
My cock is throbbing as it jerks in my sweats.
“Eli? Earth to Eli?” Jayden extends his hand toward me while Finley blots at her lips with her thumb and forefinger. “Spit and shake, man,” he demands, nodding down at his glistening palm.
What am I doing? I ask myself as I follow his instruction and spit into my palm.
My breath sticks in my lungs when I grip his hand, and he squeezes mine back. The spit making our skin slip while we hold each other’s stare.
One second, two… three…
The sudden heat of the sun focuses on me. Its intensity drying me from the inside out as my chest pulses and an ache I’ve never felt before burns in my gut.
His eyes soften, darkening to a shade of amber that reels me in. Deeper and deeper. And when he licks his lips, my cock spasms, unravelling all the crazy in my head.
