Page 90 of In Too Deep

“You better figure it out quick, because I’m right there with you,” Spencer pants from below, one of his hands pumping his cock in furious strokes.

Eli’s head lolls to the side, his icy-blue eyes half hidden beneath heavy lids as he locks eyes with me. I shiver and whine as Logan’s hips shift slightly, hitting my sweet spot over and over without stopping. He’s starting to lose his steady rhythm, his purr morphing into a growl as his hands dig into my soft skin with enough force to leave bruises.

“Please,” Eli breathes, so soft I don’t hear the word over the sounds of sex filling the nest, but I’m able to read the movement of his lips well enough.

“Yes! Come for me!” I scream, my body spasming with one last climax of my own.

My cry sets off a chain reaction, Eli roaring first as he slumps over Spencer, followed closely by Oli, who thrusts deep and goes still, his breaths coming out in heaving gasps as he empties his load into our lover’s ass. Logan moans next, driving forward until his knot slides into place, setting off another wave of release that knocks the wind out of me. And then finally, Spencer keens and comes for the second time this evening, coating his and Eli’s chests with hot ropes of his release.

There’s a long pause where none of us move or speak, only breathing together as we come down from the high we reached together. I look around, and my heart throbs. I never knew Iwanted this until it was right here in front of me. But now that I have it, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let it go.

1. Translation (French): Oh, no, no, no, my plaything.

The gathered crowd ofreporters on the other side of the door grows steadily louder the closer to noon it gets. The boys surround me, their expensive suits shielding me from anyone who might be looking. I can hear their agents talking off to one side, the words unintelligible, but the tones are light and casual. Dee is lounging in a folding chair, near the window, his floral-printed shirt matching his halfway-to-Island-Time attitude. Which isn’t unjustified.

Mardi Gras season is officially over, and while the trade deadline tomorrow looms, we haven’t heard anything about deals or offers since before the ball. I’m not naïve enough to believe Gideon slunk off into the shadows with his tail between his legs, but whatever revenge he might have cooking will be a moot point in less than…ten minutes, I realize as I check my phone again.

“Am I the only one freaking out right now?” I rasp, smoothing non-existent wrinkles from my blouse with sweaty palms.

Eli reaches over and takes one of my hands in his, bringing it up to his lips. “No, but we’re just better at hiding it,” he says with a soft smile.

I release a sharp exhale, before breathing in slowly, filling every corner of my lungs, then letting out the breath. Oli checks his phone, sliding it into his inside jacket pocket. “It’s almost time. Do you think anyone would fault us for starting early?” he asks, not raising his voice.

Spencer turns from scanning the room back to us, brow set. “I doubt it, but Rita told us not to start without her,” he mumbles, only half paying attention.

Not for the first time today, I wish Logan was here with us. Even if he couldn’t come out and say he’s part of Pack Mystic, I might feel better if he were just... near me right now. I know he’s in the scrum outside, as are most of the guys from the locker room. The players don’t know what’s being announced, but I’ve never met a hockey player who isn’t secretly a nosey bitch.

The sound of heels on tile makes all of us turn, and my eyebrows shoot up slightly in surprise. I’ve spoken with Rita on the phone before, but I’ve never met with her in person. She’s practically pocket-sized, even with her stiletto heels. Her umber skin and the dark waves cascading around it give her heart-shaped face an almost innocent look. Wearing a matching pants suit in a pretty shade of sage green, a dark green briefcase dangles off her elbow.

“It’s good to see you again,” she says, by way of greeting, when she’s within polite conversational distance, extending her hand for Oli to shake.

She shakes all the boys’ hands before finally turning to me with a wide, motherly smile. Up close, it’s clear she’s not as young as I initially thought, and there’s something about herthat puts me at ease. Her scent is strong, a mix of omega and alpha: honeysuckles and matcha and potting soil. She only pauses for a moment before pulling me into a tight, one-armed hug.

“So good to meet you at last, Tori. How’re ya feeling?” she asks as she pulls back.

I shrug, my tongue too big for words. Everything about this situation is so wildly out of my control that I can hardly stand it.

Rita gives my arm a sympathetic squeeze. “You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to, sweetheart. Me and your prime alpha can handle this, right?” She phrases the question as a statement as she gives Oli a hard look.

A nervous giggle bubbles over as he visibly pales and swallows hard. “Yes, ma’am,” he chokes out, clearing his throat.

Rita’s laugh is contagious, and I’m finding myself relaxing more by the second.

“If you’re ready, I’m ready,” Rita says, opening her briefcase and extracting a few sheets of paper.

Eli checks his phone and sighs. “No time like the present. Is everything set?” He turns to look at me.

“Miss Strauss,” a painfully familiar voice calls from down the hall, freezing my spine.

No. There’s no way. Not today. How did he —

“Mr. St. Clair, what are you doing here?” Dee splutters, and I don’t have to turn to hear him scrambling to his feet.

“Mr. Strong, glad to see where Miss Strauss gets her flagrant disregard for company policy from. This is hardly professional,” Gideon sneers, as arrogant as I’ve ever heard him.

“Tori, who the fuck is that?” Oli mutters into my ear, stepping around me to subtly put his body between me and Gideon.

“Your fucking boss, and mine, and Dee’s. Let me handle this,” I grit out, steeling myself before turning around.

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