Page 54 of Knot That Serious

She laughed at the idiocy, and Jack’s answering chuckle made her relax and sink deeper into the bed, tossing the shirt aside.

His half-smirk faded as he stared down at her and skated his palms up her thighs and over her belly, pausing just before her breasts. “Yeah?”

“Yes, jesus, get on with it,” she snapped, uncomfortable with the borderline awe in his eyes.

Eli shivered as his hands lowered, cupping her breasts and rolling her nipples between his thumbs. One set of fingers was warmer than the other, and she whined at the realization of why, clenching around nothing.

“Can you just—” She paused, squeezing her eyes closed.

“What?” Jack asked, lifting his touch away.

She reached for him and brought his hands back. “Play with them all you want, but can you, like, get inside me first?”

Jack released a puff of air and nodded, sliding his hands to her waist to tilt her hips. She slid a leg around his hips and hissed as he brushed against her.

“So fucking wet,” he said, and Eli had the urge to snap her legs closed, but Jack was in the way.

Both of them were focused between their legs, watching as Jack held himself at the base, brushed the head between her folds. Matching groans poured from them, and Eli’s nails dug in when he notched at her core.

Her head fell back to the bed as he pushed forward, a steady glide home. She pulsed around him, felt the arousal slick her fresh, wondered if it had soaked the sheets and blankets beneath them yet.

Jack paused once their thighs smacked together, and Jack was inside her and Jack was also her best friend and Eli didn’t know how they would ever come back from thi—

“Can I get an ‘oh yeah’?” Jack asked, and Eli blinked, staring up at him.

He arched a brow, waiting patiently, and she grinned before gathering her breath and releasing a throaty, “Oh yeah!”

Jack’s lips split in a grin and Eli smiled back. An outright laugh peeled out of her when Jack echoed a porn-worthy sound in return.

So began the most ridiculous back and forth. Each time Jack thrust in, one of them would moan in an increasingly high-pitched tone.

Eli was glad the only neighbor was Jack’s empty room.

“Is this how it’s going to be the whole time?” Beckett asked, finally collapsing onto the bed.

Their chuckles filled the room, but then Jack picked up the pace and suddenly Eli didn’t have to exaggerate her moans at all.

If it was going to be like this the whole time, a little silly and a lot hot, Jack filling her perfectly, like he’d always belonged there…

Well, Eli found she didn’t really mind all that much.

11. Puzzle Pieces

Beckett

Beckett flopped down onto the bed and paused, ignoring the arousal in his gut.

He let his attention fall to the pair in Eli’s nest, where pleasure was finally winning out over their silly antics.

The teasing grin slipped off Eli’s face, replaced by genuine desire. Jack’s fingers were digging into the blankets beneath Eli, his head dropping limp on his shoulders as they experienced the first waves of a heat together.

They hardly paid him any mind, as lost in one another as they were. Nothing existed outside the two of them, finally coming together after years of blind friendship.

The way they stared at each other, breaths expelled in the same rhythm, Eli’s nails dragging at Jack’s shoulders—it was almost romantic, seeing them so gone for each other.

“Jack,” Eli breathed, and Beckett was helpless but to stare as they gazed into each other’s eyes.

God, was this it already? Was that all it took for these two to finally admit—

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