Page 57 of Knot That Serious

Eli’s knees fell away from Jack’s hip, limp against the blankets, a blissful expression on her face.

Beckett eased away from Jack, dropping a kiss to the back of his shoulder before slumping to the side, cock still aching and hard, but content to wait until he was needed.

“Holy shit,” Jack mumbled, face buried in Eli’s neck.

She hummed a note in agreement.

“Hold on, we’ve gotta—my knee,” Jack said, pushing up on his arms. He groaned as he pulled Eli close before rolling over. She settled atop his chest with a shiver and a sigh.

Jack’s knot would keep them locked for a while, and for the moment, Eli looked content.

So Beckett did what he did best: served.

He gently patted Jack’s left knee, motioning for him to give Beckett better access. With a relieved noise, he widened his legs a little and Beckett shuffled closer, ending up on his knees beside the entwined pair.

“Yess,” Jack hissed as Beckett smoothed his hands over the area around Jack’s problem knee. He dug his fingers into the muscle surrounding it, and couldn’t help his smile at the groan.

“Good grief,” Eli drawled, shuffling in his lap. “Keep making sounds like that and this is never going away.”

Beckett snuffled a laugh and continued massaging Jack’s knee.

They also hydrated with the bottles of water Beckett provided, and he should’ve known it wouldn’t be easy.

“Oosh, that’s cold,” Jack complained, and Eli snorted.

Beckett glanced over, and his hands came to a pause as he stared. Eli had pushed herself up with a hand on Jack’s chest, making her back arch as she drank from the bottle of water, condensation slipping off the bottom to splatter Jack’s sternum and run down her chest.

Jack was staring, too, as her throat worked with each swallow.

“Sorry,” Eli finally said, not seeming very sorry at all.

Another few drops landed on Jack’s chest before she capped the bottle and passed it to Beckett.

He blinked at the bottle, and Eli gave it a waggle to get his attention. He eventually reached out, accepting it while meeting Eli’s gaze, making note of the amusement and still lingering arousal.

She faced Jack again, breaking whatever spell had come over them, and he placed the bottle on the side table before going back to working at Jack’s knee with soothing touches.

What was that?

It took him a moment to tune back in to the sound of Jack’s laugh.

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Eli scoffed.

“No, no. I definitely saw your eyes cross,” Jack argued, a smug grin on his face.

“How would you know?” Eli teased in fake outrage. “Your eyes were closed!”

“I think I definitely saw some eyes crossed,” Beckett interjected.

“Not fair, you can’t gang up on me!” Eli whined.

“That’s what I said!” Jack pointed out. “Didn’t seem to make much of a difference, did it?”

Eli rolled her eyes down at Jack, grinned, and pinched Jack’s nipple.

“Ow!” he cried, rubbing the offended flesh as he fought a smile. “Mean.”

“You like it,” Eli countered, and now Jack was the one rolling his eyes.

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