Page 63 of Knot That Serious

Her eyelids shuttered, cunt clenching, mouth dropping open on high-pitched breaths. She rolled her hips down, arching into Jack’s touch, frozen on her clit except to press in slow motions, guiding her through the storm and the aftershocks.

“Look at me,” Jack said, and she pried her eyes open.

He was waiting, gaze more gentle than ever, eyes darting over her face with some unnamed emotion flickering in the hazel depths.

Eli had half a mind to push his hand away, far too sensitive at the moment. Her thighs were shaking.

“Can we lay down?” she asked, voice raspy from all the moaning. She cleared her throat.

Beckett picked his head up from where he’d dropped it against her shoulder, and carefully laid them down, a hand thrown around her hips to hold her against him.

It shifted the knot inside her a lot and she bit her lip against the threatening arousal.

Beckett was pressed to her back, their sweat-slick skin slipping together.

Jack settled at her front, and his arm curled over both their sides, petting softly.

Eli kept her gaze on the wall over Jack’s head, thoughts still lagging, eyes fluttering shut.

“Gonna fall asleep?” Jack asked, voice rumbling from his chest.

“Probably,” she admitted.

“Good. You did good,” Jack murmured, and Eli twitched at his elegant words.

Sleep claimed her, and her last thought was of that look in Jack’s eyes right before she’d come. Something unnameable.

Because she was scared of how right it felt.

At one point, she woke up, more clear-headed than she’d been in hours, and promptly kicked Beckett and Jack from the bedroom, trading them for the bags of goodies Beckett had showed up with.

In a trance, Eli tore the tags off blankets and pillows and mixed them up with the current collection, hoping the scents would rub off on the new ones. Once everything was arranged, she collapsed into it.

When she laid down, though, it wasn’t right, and she whined until Jack appeared in the doorway again, lips quirking.

“Don’t you laugh at me,” she grumbled, and made a grabby hand at him. “Make it smell nice. Where’s Beckett?”

He approached without hesitation, setting the clementines on the side table and crawling over the new blankets until she could wrap herself around him, and then push the blankets into place around them, too.

“He’s bringing hydration.”

“Good, we’re gonna fucking need it,” Eli grumbled, the stirrings of more warmth reappearing.

“Already?” Jack asked.

“Why, you scared?” Eli teased.

“Scared for my dick, maybe.”

Eli snorted and motioned a hand out for an orange. She peeled it, jaw already tingling at the memory of the sharp sweetness.

“So…” Jack began.

Eli lifted her gaze, heart promptly stuttering at the raw emotion in his gaze.

Deny deny deny.

“Throw this away for me, please?” she asked, and held out a handful of orange peel.

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