Page 17 of The Players Next Door

"Take a chance..." Holly trails off, her eyes darting from Jaxon's anticipation to Cameron's hopeful gaze and finally landing on me. Searching for an answer I don't have. I only know what I feel—what I want and need.

She bites her lip, and damn if that doesn't send my thoughts straight into the sin bin.

"Okay," Holly breathes, the word a promise that sends a charge through the thick bar air. It's a green light, and my heart races like I'm about to face off at center ice.

We surge forward, leaving the clinking glasses and the buzz of conversations behind. She said yes. She fucking said yes, and we’re not waiting another moment to make this girl ours.

Ours.

The night wraps around us, just as charged as we are. The hotel looms—a beacon for our pent-up desires.

"Can't believe this is happening," Cameron mutters, his voice a low rumble of anticipation.

Holly's between us, her warmth infectious. Every brush of her arm against mine is electric. She stumbles slightly on her high heels, and my hand shoots out to steady her. But it's not just me—Jaxon's there too, and Cameron's hand finds the small of her back.

"Easy there, Hol," I murmur, and she laughs, but there's an edge to it. Nerves, maybe? Excitement?

"Thanks, guys." Her smile lights up the night more than the streetlights outside ever could.

The elevator ride is a silent symphony of fidgeting fingers and shifting glances. Holly's close enough to touch, and damn, I want to. The door dings open, and we spill into the hallway.

Our suite door shuts with a click, and it's like a starting whistle. My lips find Holly's in a hungry kiss, and I groan at the contact. She tastes like the bourbon she's been sipping, sweet and fiery all at once.

"Deacon," she sighs into my mouth, and I'm lost.

Cameron’s heat presses against her back, and her body arches instinctively. He buries his face in her hair, inhaling deeply.

"God, you smell good," he murmurs, and Holly's moan vibrates through me.

Jaxon watches us, dark eyes hooded and intense. He’s not wasting any time. His dick is out, precum leaking from the tip. His hand moves from root to tip, slow and sure. The sight is raw, primal. It strikes a chord deep inside me, stoking the fire that's been simmering since the moment we sat down at that bar. Hell, since the moment we laid eyes on Holly in that hallway outside our apartments.

"Fuck, look at him," Holly gasps, catching sight of Jaxon. Her words sound breathless, laced with desire.

"Like what you see?" Jaxon's voice is a challenge, a dare.

"Yes," she answers without hesitation and something fierce and possessive roars to life within me.

Jaxon's voice slices through the tension like a skate blade on fresh ice. "She’s mine first."

He's all grins and that dimple of his is in full sight as he sweeps Holly into his arms. She laughs, the sound mixing with surprise and anticipation, like she's both caught off guard and entirely at ease. That's Jax for you—always keeping us on our toes.

"Jax," she says, but it's not a protest. It's a surrender to the moment, one that is captured by his lips as he kisses her with all the emotions he’s been holding in.

He doesn't walk. He strides, confident, straight to the nearest bed. His hands are busy with her clothes, and hers are eagerly working at removing his. The air grows thick with the heat of skin on skin, and when they're both bare, it's like some magnetic force pulls them together.

"Damn," I murmur, watching Jaxon sink into her. Her back arches beautifully, eyes closing, lips parting. The sight should be enough, but it's not. Not for me.

"Roll over," I say, my voice low and rough.

Jaxon complies without hesitation, flipping onto his back. I help Holly swing a leg over, settling her down so she's facing away from him, riding him reverse cowgirl style.

"Deacon..." Holly’s voice is a needy whine now, reaching out to me.

"Right here, Hol." I drop to my knees, level with where they're joined. With a glance up at her, I lean in close and let my tongue find her clit. The first touch sends a shiver through her, and her fingers tangle in my hair, gripping tight.

"Fuck!" Jaxon curses beneath her. Even under these circumstances, Jaxon never loses that edge of control, but now his voice teeters on the brink of something raw.

Holly's moans grow louder, more frantic. She's beautiful like this, lost in sensation, her body moving instinctively between the two of us.

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