Chapter 45
ELIJAH
If the restaurant had all the salacious vibes, the club is a den of iniquity. The Apostles’ show is electrifying: beats dense and deep, bouncing between twelve DJs, flowing into one flawless, never-ending set.
There are almost-naked dancers on each of the DJ podiums with LED poles that make them appear like silhouettes in the black light. Aerialists hang from ribbons, twirling to the hard-pumping rhythm along with acrobats in lit cages, wearing white, luminous feathers.
The atmosphere is insane, and for an exclusive event, the dancefloor is packed.
It’s a clever masquerade—everyone in white glows, faces blurred by the black light. Making it impossible to tell people apart.
Except for Jayden and Finley. I’d recognize them anywhere. My body recognizes theirs. It’s reacting to their figures tangled together. Jayden’s tall frame hulking over Finley’s, because even though she’s wearing five-inch heels, Jayden could still swallow her up.
“What’re you doing, Preacher?” Matheo asks, swirling his drink over the banister of our VIP suite. “You ever think about letting go and joining the fun?”
“I like watching.” I side-glance at him to find his stare on Ansel and Christina dancing not far from JJ and Fin.
He gives me a narrow-eyed look. “As in that’s your thing? Watching them? Together?”
I don’t verbally reply. Instead, I take my gaze back to my loves.
My chest pounds to the punchy rhythm of the electronic dance music.
My blood hums to the spacey synth melody.
The lyrics are sensual, all about touch and feel, and that’s exactly what Jayden and Finley are doing. Touching and feeling one another.
Pulling my phone from my pocket, I dim the screen to a minimum. The privacy filter means Rio can’t see shit when I pull up the LuvOh app for the toy Finley’s wearing.
Down below, Jayden spins our girl into him, his strong thigh pushing between her legs.
I know when he slots flush to her center—her head falls back, fluorescent streaks in her hair glowing to the pronounced curve of her ass, giving me a glimpse of the low dip of the neckline of her dress on her blacked-out skin.
I can’t see her tits, but I have every inch of her body memorized.
And I know exactly how the fabric will be, just covering her delicious nipples with the taut bow of her back.
Fuck.
My stomach tightens around the sudden fluttering. My breaths stilt and deepen, imagining her moan when he makes contact with the vibrator inside her.
The glow of her white-painted nails pushes up into Jayden’s hair while their lower bodies press completely flush. The heat I know is blazing between them, coating their bodies in sweat, percolates down my spine.
As my dick throbs harder, I tap “live music” in the app, so the beat around us pulses through Finley.
The instant her body tenses with the buzz, Jayden’s face tilts up to where I’m standing. It’s blacked out, and still, I sense his grin burning into me. The same way I feel Fin’s senses heightening with all the bodies around her.
Our girl has a thing for being watched. More proof that we’re made for each other; same way Jayden’s push-the-limits streak feeds her wild curiosity.
“Are you going to ogle Reinhardt dancing with your girl the rest of the night, or are you going to do something about it?” I grumble when Matheo leans closer and asks, “So, watching… is that your thing, man?”
“Is it yours?” I counter, keeping my eyes on Jayden as the beat shifts to what he calls Afrobeat. He braces Fin’s waist, holds her as she rides his thigh, still dancing, still grinding. Her fingers twist in his hair.
“I’d rather watch Tee dance with Ansel and know that she’ll fall into her bed alone at the end of the night, than watch her dance with some bastard I won’t be able to pummel into the ice for putting his hands on her.
” His frustration is evident in his voice.
“He knows that woman is mine, and he knows he’s gonna pay next practice. ”
“Good luck,” I tell him, pushing off the glass balustrade toward the spiral stairs. “FYI, she’s testing you. How far you’re willing to go to have her.”
He frowns at the strobes cutting across us. “This is the best view you’re going to get of them.”
“Watching is only part of the fun, Rio.” I pocket my phone, mic still feeding the beat to the vibrator, and dive into the crush.
If I weren’t going to Jayden and our girl, this would be my worst nightmare. The dance floor is blazing hot. The smell of sweat and liquor saturates the air as I shoulder through to my loves.
“Hey, Baby,” I breathe into JJ’s ear, pressing my body flush to his as I grip Finley’s hips around him. “Having fun?”
His head tips back onto my shoulder, bringing Finley’s chest tight to his. Her hair’s gone wild, the moisture kinking it in every direction while she keeps moving with Jayden.
“Do pigs like mud?” he replies with a gravelly chuckle when I tug Finley closer and grind her into his groin. “You done watching, Sweetheart?”
His face turns to mine, so close I can see his grin.
My breath hitches when he playfully licks my lips. “…never done watching you.”
“I love you,” Jayden says, tucking his face into my neck, lips pressing to my pulse point.
“Love you more, Sunshine.” The words—my words—fist my heart tighter than ever.
That’s the truth of all this. Of us. Me, him, and our girl.
I’m not only grateful for them and what we have. I love it. Every part of us. Every inch of them. More than I have ever cared about anything in my life. I love them more than life itself.
“Thank you for this,” he breathes over my jugular with a needy nip.
This.
I know he doesn’t mean tonight. He means what we’ve become. Who we are now. Because it’s how I feel—grateful for who I am becoming with them. Because of them.
All my monotone is saturated in color. The world is so different when seen through them, and I’ll never see it the same again.
“You don’t ever thank me, JJ,” I say, hitching my shoulder up and pulling my face back so I can see the flicker of his eyes.
He’s sweaty and perfect, and I can smell the brine on his skin beneath the hum of his cologne. Damn, my mouth is instantly watering. And when he brings his face closer to mine, I lick across his full, pressed lips.
They open with a sigh as Fin tucks her face to his shoulder. I know she’s biting her desperate need when he hisses into my mouth, then bites my lip with unforgiving gusto.
One hand drops along my side to grip my ass, taking me with him and our girl as the music morphs into a slower, syncopated rhythm. Finley’s moans become louder.
This beat is chilled. Deeper and harder hitting. It throbs through us, drumming in unison in our chests.
Fin’s nails hook around my nape, sharp and sure, as I push a hand between her and Jayden.
He’s rock hard beneath soaked slacks. His frantic heat pulses into my palm when I cup his bulge.
My knuckles graze Finley’s drenched pussy, rubbing her clit with the sway of our bodies.
The buzz from the toy fizzes up my arm in a frisson of goosebumps, heightening my senses.
The heat of their need. The friction of Jayden’s body on mine. Their heady scents mixed together, burning through me like the potent liquor overflowing around us.
I love this.
The choking sensation of my lungs desperately trying to gulp down every particle of air tinged by them. Along with my body’s urge to fight every sliver of space between us.
“Eli… I need you—I need… God, please… Please, Love…” Each word is a wild cry, sinking Fin’s nails deeper into my skin.
The ache sizzles down my spine, and with the throb of my cock, JJ grinds his ass into me.
“Only good girls get to come, Fin.” I rasp with a trail of open-mouthed kisses along Jayden’s nape, notching my face next to hers on his shoulder. “Have you been a good girl, Angel?”
Jayden’s chesty chuckle vibrates between us as she lets out a long, tortured mewl.
“We got twenty, Babe,” he says, tipping his chin at the laser hologram countdown above us.
Fuck, time evaporated. I swear we walked in only a few minutes ago…
“Come on,” I say, giving his cock a firm squeeze before I pull away and grab their hands.
With the New Year quickly approaching, the dance floor is more packed than a tin of sardines. We push through the sweat-drenched crowd, towards the dark-jewel-tone-lit champagne rooms around the dance floor.
Each has a wall of glass that gives you a clear view of the intimate, plush interior. As soon as we make it through the glass door, Jayden turns the gold knob, locking it without Fin’s perception.
JJ and I planned this for her. When he told me about the ins and outs of this club, it all fell into place. Like a big Aha! lightbulb moment.
With how long it took us to get through the crowd, we’re running out of time to follow through with our plan.
Pushing Fin up against the red velvet podium in the middle of the room, I lift her onto it. Her eyes dance between Jayden and me, trepidation flickering toward the glass wall. Away from the blacklight, I can see all her features clear as day.
Big blue eyes glint purple in the red light as I take her in. The perfect fucking lamb. Ready and willing to sacrifice herself to our wants and needs.
Jayden fishes my phone from my pocket when the chilled beat we left behind blooms to an all-out electric gallop around us. The sound is smothering as he makes a show of amping up the intensity of the vibrator’s pulse.
“Fuck… No… I can’t…” Finley falls back onto the pole.
“You gotta drip, Baby.” Jayden’s voice is threadbare, every syllable dry.
“Need that pussy drenched and crazy for us… For both our cocks,” I add, giving her the incentive she’s looking for.
“Show us how wet you already are, Lucky,” he orders, tossing my phone beside her.
Fin’s stare skips to the writhing bodies beyond the glass. It’s Sodom and Gomorrah out there, and the illicitness of it closes the air around us.