Chapter 19
FINLEY
What is happening?
My brain keeps trying to catch up, but the downward trajectory of Elijah’s hand is blowing the last fuse I have left after our kiss. The pounding of my heart bruises my chest from the inside out as he draws me backward with him. The top of my ass grinds into his hard length with every step.
When he perches on the edge of the table, settling me between his knees, I can feel the tremor in his legs. The air between us hums with every slow, deliberate stroke of his fingers that sends waves of heat through me.
“Eli…” I’m drowning in the rhythm of his shallow breaths as I tip my head back on his shoulder.
When I open my eyes, Jayden’s watching. He looks wild; color blooms high on his cheeks, and his lips are swollen from our kiss. There’s a sharpness in his eyes that catches the faint light and makes my pulse stumble.
As I lick my lips, I can still taste him—sweet liquorice, bitter lime—and the echo of Elijah’s tongue swirling with mine.
“Don’t stop, please. Please, Elijah,” I plead when his strong, rough hand flattens to my belly, sweeping up beneath my cropped sweater to the underside of my breasts.
The smallest hitch crosses his breathing, a near-invisible hesitation before Jayden steps in close, heat rolling off him as each of his hands molds to mine and Elijah’s faces.
“Fuck… JJ…” Elijah chokes past the shell of my ear.
Jayden leans closer, his teeth nip a burning trail to Elijah’s cheek along my jaw.
“Sweetheart…” the whisper trails off into a slew of peppered kisses, and Elijah’s tight groan, “Jayden… I… JJ…”
Their voices blur into a low current beneath my rampant pulse—Jayden coaxing, Elijah murmuring something I can’t catch. Then Jayden’s hands skim down to my hips, his knuckles grazing Elijah’s thighs where they bracket me.
Everything inside me turns molten.
Everything in me bursts to life when Elijah’s thumb inches higher, strumming my turgid nipple.
“Oh my God,” I sob into Jayden’s shoulder as he stands tall.
Elijah’s jaw locks against my shoulder for one held heartbeat, then loosens with a quivering sigh. “You’re so soft, Fin…”
“Fucking perfect,” Jayden says, gripping the waistband of my leggings and tugging them over my hips and down my legs with a light rake of his calloused palms.
I don’t know where I am, what day it is, or what I’m doing. I don’t even care, as long as they don’t stop touching me. The need consuming me is unbearable. Stifling.
My lungs burn. I am burning. Exquisitely. Divinely.
Good God, my eyes roll to the back of my head when Elijah licks behind my ear, and as he sucks my flesh into his mouth, I could die.
“Eli,” I whine into the air as his fingers pinch my stiff nipple, rolling it at the same time Jayden’s body presses to mine. “Harder, Eli… please… more…”
Jayden’s foot nudges mine apart, making space for him to stand between both mine and Elijah’s spread legs.
“You want to be branded, Baby?” Jayden asks, blowing a hot, anise-tinged breath over my face. “You want to have my marks on you? Our man’s marks?”
Our man. I can’t get over how good that sounds.
“Huh, Fin?” When I nod frantically, he smiles at Eli. “Our girl wants to be branded, Sweetheart… you can give her what she wants.”
Jayden leans over me, and his mouth engulfs mine in a hungry kiss. Without any restraint, he steals all the breath from my lungs. Gulping down my moan when Elijah’s teeth sink deeper into that oversensitive spot, and his hand cups the apex of my thighs.
“JJ… oh, God…” My cry hisses out when he swirls his thumb at the top of my slit, teasing my tight bud.
The next time Elijah kisses my neck, his mouth pauses a heartbeat away, his breath mixing with mine.
“Good?” Jayden murmurs, his mouth below my ear, next to Elijah’s, while his other hand skims up Elijah’s forearm.
“So good,” I bluster into Jayden’s chest as Elijah’s hand grips my boob tighter and he hums, “Mhmm… don’t stop…”
Moving my panties aside, Jayden presses his thumb through my folds to my entrance.
No.
I freeze. Reality setting in.
Elijah pauses beneath me; the slow rut of his groin into my ass stops as Jayden pulls away.
“You okay, Baby?” he asks, removing his hand from my pussy at the same time Elijah eases his grip on my breast.
“You want to stop, Angel?” Eli rumbles in my ear.
Awareness hits hard and fast as the cool air chills my hot flesh.
God, I hate my period so much right now.
Turning my face into his neck, I groan my disappointment into his pounding pulse. “I’m still bleeding, Eli.”
His hand instantly tightens on my heavy, swollen flesh again, letting me know he’s unfazed, while his other hand smooths over the flat of my belly and slips into my underwear.
He nips the top of my ear and whispers, “It won’t be the first time you’ve bled on me.”
This is different. A period is not like the first time you have sex, but… something stirs in me at the memory.
Two kids, so in love and desperate for each other that they would break every rule and biblical law that was ingrained in them to be together.
My insides ache with a longing to erase everything that’s happened between then and now. A yearning to wipe away all the years we’ve lost. There is a beautiful kind of serendipity that this is how we get to restart—me and Elijah with Jayden.
The hardest path has led us to the sweetest fate.
“I like it when you bleed for me, Fin. It’s fucking beautiful. You are fucking beautiful.”
I swallow the ball of apprehension lodged in my throat, nodding at Elijah’s remark as he coils the string of my tampon around his finger and slowly pulls it out of me.
It shouldn’t feel good. I’m so aware of it that I’m holding my breath when I glance down my body as he discards it into the wastebasket to the side—and then, Jayden’s fingertips tickle up the inside of my thighs to the waistband of my panties.
“Come here,” he orders through clenched teeth, tugging me to him by my black underwear as Elijah stands behind me.
He makes quick work of stripping me of my sweater in one sweep. A shiver wracks through me as the cool air whispers over my hot, bare skin. The sensation is dizzying, and my head is still swimming from Jayden’s quick motion.
Big and powerful, his hand grips my nape, tilting my face up to his while his mouth comes down on mine hard. Without preamble, his tongue spears past my lips, fucking my mouth with the same roughness that his other hand shoves into my panties.
“I’m gonna get you ready for his cock, Baby.” Jayden’s growly breaths scorch my lungs when his fingers thrust inside me.
My hands grip his hips for dear life, trying to anchor myself as Eli rolls my underwear to my feet. Sensation knots tight with my feelings. The drag of the lace, the rake of Elijah’s nails… and then the light brush of his lips up my spine…
“Fuck.” All the air whooshes from my chest when Jayden twists his hand, thrusting deeper into my pussy with a groan.
“So goddamn tight and wet…” His thumb parts through my slick flesh to my clit and, before my moan forms, he sucks it out of me, tilting my head sideways as Eli’s body presses to my back.
Good Lord.
Somewhere in the rush, Elijah’s hand skims my ribs, then lifts—hovering midair, lost.
As I tip my face to find Elijah, Jayden’s other hand grips my face. “Eyes on me, Baby. I wanna see you unravel for us,” he demands, his hand moving from my face and lacing with Elijah’s between mine and his chest.
With a gentle kiss to Elijah’s knuckles, he guides our man’s hand back to my chest.
“Feel that, Eli,” he murmurs. “How our girl’s heart beats for you.”
Eli nods, hands kneading my breasts. I’m trembling all over, lost to them and the inferno we’re trapped in.
Jayden’s fingers stroke in and out of me. Their mouths slather me with endless open-mouthed kisses and bites that shoot the sweetest ache straight to my core.
“JJ… my, my, my… Jayden…”
“Our man’s going to fuck your tight cunt, Baby, and I’m going to watch while your hand fists my cock.” Jayden’s voice is strained as he strokes faster, sucking my lobe into his mouth.
He pumps his fingers deeper as Eli grips my breasts in both hands, the calloused circling of his thumbs over my tightly beaded nipples swirling in time with Jayden’s thumb on my clit.
“You want that, Angel?” Eli kisses up my neck while Jayden’s hand slips from my nape and twists in my hair with a firm tug.
“God, yes… Oh my God… yes!” The mangled echo fills the air with the demanding shove of Jayden’s fingers.
My toes curl against the hard floor as my fingers claw into Jayden’s abs. The rest of me collapses into Eli. He holds me through every shake and tremor of my orgasm, his breaths threadbare in my ear.
“So beautiful. So fucking beautiful.” He whispers the endless praise over and over like it’s the only prayer he’s ever known.
I don’t know what happens, but everything is so alive.
So potent. So electric and overwhelming that my ragged breaths morph into sobs.
It’s a fever-pitching so high that I’m delirious.
Hot tears sluice down my face as Jayden eases his fingers out of me with a chaste kiss to my jaw while he slowly spins me in Eli’s arms.
“That was intense,” he chuckles quietly into my ear, wrapping my arms around Eli’s shoulders as Eli strokes his down to the back of my thighs, below my ass.
“Cathartic,” I croak back, allowing Eli to hitch me up his body.
Like before, he perches on the table, except this time he sits all the way back with me straddling his thighs.
I’m still trembling when his hands cup either side of my face.
Molten obsidian eyes trace the contours of my profile with every brush of my fingertips through the close-shaven hair at the back of his head.
His breaths are louder than before, freer.
Praise spills easier, too—first a rasp, then a cadence.
“Look at you… Look at you, Angel,” Eli whispers over my lips.
Jayden’s low, gravelly laugh hums behind me. “Our good girl.”