Page 146 of Knot That Serious

Because Eli was fucking kissing him.

His mind couldn’t get much further past holy shit and god, finally.

The now dampened towel fluttered to the ground, and Jack cupped Eli’s face, holding her to him. Their lips parted at the same time and Jack combed one of his hands in her pink hair, letting it spill over the back of his knuckles and around his wrist.

Eli clutched at him, dainty hands curling around his biceps, nails just shy of digging in.

The kiss deepened, and Eli’s hands began to roam. First just up his arms and squeezing over his shoulders, and then down the front of him, over his pecs, before she flattened them over his stomach.

His abs tensed beneath her touch, and he tightened his hands in her hair, tugging just the slightest. It pulled a moan from her, spilled between their lips and tongues. Jack untangled a hand from her hair to wrap it around her waist, to pull her in tight to him. She tugged him closer, fingers dragging over his back, and he knew surely she could feel him hardening against her.

Part of him was waiting for the other shoe to drop, for her to pull away and claim it was all a mistake.

But kissing her felt like the only right thing he’d ever done.

She didn’t pull away, even when they broke the kiss to suck in harsh breaths. Her bright blue eyes flitted over his before dipping back down to his lips, and then they were kissing again. She backed away, hands gripped on his hips to pull him with her.

He followed, waiting until she bumped into the counter before he unclenched his fingers from her hair to help her up onto the surface.

Her legs wrapped around his hips, and suddenly he was pressed between her thighs, torsos crushed together as they kissed.

He drifted his touch up to her collarbone, framing the base of her throat with his palm. “Is this from him?” he asked, and brushed a thumb over the hickey.

He felt her breath catch against his palm. Then she nodded.

Jack growled, taking her mouth again, mind filled with images of Eli and Raj together. Jealousy reared its head, but he shoved it away.

He was the one kissing Eli, feeling her pulse beneath his fingers.

His thoughts filled up with nothing but Eli, her sweet scent surrounding him, the decadent chocolate and cherry overpowering the baking brownies.

He couldn’t decide where to touch her, wanting everything all at once. He was met with the warmth of her skin between her waistband and the hem of the tiny little tank top she wore. He’d always been larger than Eli, but he’d never really felt it until his hand filled the empty space, pinky brushing her waistband and thumb teasing the hem of the tank top.

“Whoever invented this little piece of clothing?” he mumbled, and tugged at the hem, glancing down to see her beaded nipples stark against the fabric. “I hope their pillow is always cold, no matter what side it’s on.”

Eli huffed out a laugh, something utterly fond in her gaze, and Jack’s breath went tight.

But then she was tugging at his waistband, unthreading the button and trying to shove his pants down his hips. “Off,” she said, kissing him again.

“Yep, okay, on it,” he babbled, and Eli laughed against his lips.

Jack fumbled with his pants, shoving them down his hips and toeing them off, kicking them to the side, he didn’t care where.

Jack rested his hands on Eli’s waist again, now totally fucking naked, in their kitchen.

“Is this the part where you leave me standing here like a horny idiot?” he asked, lips curling against hers.

Eli stared at him, eyes serious for a moment before she shook her head. “No,” she said, and placed her hands atop his before dragging them up, under her shirt that Jack really didn’t think was made up of enough fabric to be considered a shirt.

“Oh, thank god,” he groaned, and parted his lips as she lapped at the seam of them.

Her nipples grazed his palms as he cupped her breasts, and Eli arched her back into him.

Jack’s cock throbbed, and suddenly he couldn’t believe that he was here again with her, touching and tasting Eli.

He kneaded her chest, framing her nipples between his middle and forefingers, teasing.

She wrapped her hands back around his waist and ground into him, his cock trapped between their bodies and the material of her sweats that was a lot less comfortable when he realized the alternative.

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