Page 58 of False Catch

He does. His hand slides higher, thumb stroking patterns that make her squirm. When he brushes the edge of her shorts she gasps, her body jerking against mine.

“Eli,” she whimpers.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” I pinch her nipple through her shirt and she shudders.

“More. Both of you. More.”

Jackson meets my eyes over her head and for the first time he isn’t hiding what he wants. He looks like he is ready to burn with us. This careful, brilliant man who's been afraid to trust anyone with his heart, looking at me like I hold all the answers.

Maybe I do.

I shift, pressing her more firmly between us. Jackson’s hand keeps climbing and she opens her thighs for him.

“You sure?” he asks, his voice strained.

Instead of answering, she takes his wrist and pushes his hand higher until his fingers are pressed against her heat through her shorts. She arches into him, whimpering.

Jackson’s breathing turns ragged, his other hand digging into the couch for control, but he doesn’t pull back. His touch is reverent and rough at once, sliding into her shorts, spreading her open, teasing the slick edges of her.

“Please,” she gasps, and the word is her undoing and his.

He moves with sudden certainty, sliding down the couch and grabbing her by the hips so he can spin her around so that she’s leaning against my chest with her legs spread across the cushions. He kneels between her thighs, his hands tight on her hips. The quickness of it makes her gasp, but the fire in her eyes doesn’t waver.

“Okay?” he grinds out, already curling his hands in the waistband of her shorts.

“Yes,” she says instantly. “God, yes.”

He peels them down slowly, eyes locked on hers, his hunger palpable.

And then he settles between her thighs, braced over her, looking at her like a predator with its prey.

“My turn,” he says, voice low and dark.

Then he lowers his mouth to her pussy. Reese arches with a cry that shakes through me, her body bowing off the couch as Jackson dives into her without hesitation.

Her scent is thick in the air as it wraps around us. And the sight of him between her thighs, finally unleashed, is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

This isn’t careful. This is hunger, raw and unrestrained. And it’s only the beginning.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Jackson

The taste of Reese floods my mouth, slick and sweet, her thighs trembling around my shoulders as I bury myself deeper. I’ve imagined this a hundred different ways, but nothing compares to the reality of her—hot, wet, desperate, breaking apart under my tongue.

She’s sprawled back against the couch cushions, thighs open, her scent thick in the air. Eli was behind her at first, one arm around her waist, his mouth still red from kissing her. But when I tugged her hips forward and dropped to my knees between her legs, he shifted.

“Up here,” he murmurs to her, guiding her forward with a hand at the small of her back. She moves with him, bracing herself on her elbows along the cushion, and Eli slides off the couch to kneel beside us. The movement is unhurried, natural, like he already knows where this is going.

Now Reese is half on the couch, half off, and I’ve got her spread open in front of me. Eli’s right there, close enough that our shoulders almost touch, his cock already hard and straining through his sweats. He slides his pants down his muscular legs and strokes himself once, watching me bury my face between her thighs, and then he looks at Reese.

“You want this?” he asks her quietly.

She nods, eyes dark, lips parted. “Yes.”

That’s all it takes. Eli shifts closer, pressing his cock to her lips, and she opens for him. The sight knocks the air out of me—her mouth stretched around him, my tongue working her clit, both of us kneeling at the altar of her body.

She moans against Eli, muffled and filthy and the sight nearly undoes me. Reese’s lips stretched around his cock, her hand stroking the base while he groans like he’s losing his mind. My chest tightens with jealousy, hunger, maybe possession… I don’t know what the fuck to call it, but it only drives me harder. I want to wring every sound out of both of them.