“What?”
“Please fuck them for the both of us.” I clearly give her a curious look. “Ew, gross. I don’t want your man. But I’m not getting any, and you have two guys who are basically drooling over you in our kitchen. Please fuck them. Get all this tension out of your sweet little system, and then tell me all about it.”
I stare at her and blink a few more times. Not knowing what to say.
“And for the love of god, open that poor man’s letters.”
“Piper—”
“No. Listen to me.” She grabs me by the shoulders and looks me in the eye. The look on her face is serious and cautious at the same time. “Now is your chance. They’ve made the logistics of this relationship possible. Please, Charlotte, don’t make yourself suffer for another minute. Be with your scent matches, be happy. You deserve it.”
I sniffle and wipe my nose. “Why do you have to be so fucking sweet? Don’t you know I’m a crier now? You can’t say that kind of shit.”
“I mean it. Go fuck those hockey players, get your bite marks, babies, whatever makes you happy. It’s what I want for you, and you know it’s what your parents wanted.”
I shove at her shoulder, so over the dramatics. “Fine, I’ll fuck their brains out, you happy?”
She arches an eyebrow. “And you’ll read the letters?”
I roll my eyes. “Maybe.”
“I’ll take it,” Piper says, and we walk back into the kitchen where a grinning Anders and Eli stand.I wonder how much they heard.
Am I hiding in the bathroom right now? Yes, yes, I am. I feel more nervous tonight than I did that night of the hot tub when I knew we would all be together for the first time. Why am I so fucking nervous all the sudden?
There’s a light knock at the door, and I sigh and crack it open, looking up to see a smiling Eli.
“You hiding in here?”
I groan and open the door for him to fully come into the bathroom.
“I’m nervous,” I admit.
His eyebrows furrow as he looks down at me. God, he looks so handsome. The NHL has filled him out. He was already big before, but now he looks stronger. I even like the stubble along his jawline.
“Baby, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Of course he says the sweet thing, and I know neither of them would pressure me to be intimate.
“I want to. I guess I’m just scared it won’t be the same as before, or that… I don’t know.” It’s hard to explain exactly how I’m feeling. “I just don’t want to disappoint you.”
He steps closer to me to where he’s fully in my space now. His hands are on my hips as he lifts me to sit on the vanity counter. He’s still taller than me at this height. It’s just not as severe. I expect him to be all cute and adorable and give me the same speech he and Anders did before that they will want me in any state or form. But he doesn’t. His hands cup my jaw, and he just goes for it and takes the kiss from me.
He doesn’t hold back as his lips touch mine. His thumbs press against my cheekbones as his fingertips dig into the back of my neck and head. My hands automatically grip his shirt and pull him closer to me. With Eli’s lips on mine, all my worries and fears about being intimate slowly dissipate. I can feel how much he craves me in his kiss. Eli isn’t hesitant at all as he demands access to my mouth, both of our lips parting as I taste him for the first time in months.
Both of us moan against one another as the kiss deepens. Our scents fully suffocate the small half bathroom. I can feel myself getting wetter with anticipation the more he kisses me. One of his hands leaves my face and trails down my body where he squeezes my hip and drags my body to the vanity edge, pushing me against his firm, muscular chest. He holds me close as he kisses me, not asking for anything more. I’m flooded with emotion by how content Eli and Anders are to just be with me. They would be happy to kiss me forever. I’ve always been afraid of not being wanted or good enough. But to them, I am, and I plan on never letting this feeling go again.
Eli needs to know just how much I need and miss him too.
“Eli,” I whisper as I break the kiss, and he immediately starts trailing kisses along my jawline and throat.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He continues kissing the tender spots that he knows I like, and I have to collect myself.
“Eli.” He finally straightens and looks at me. I can tell he’s nervous that I’m stopping things. But I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that if I told him I wasn’t ready, he would be content and hold me all night. “Let’s get Anders and go to my bed.”
His bright green eyes bore into mine, and his hands are back on my jaw. I don’t want to be coddled by him, and he must sense it as he grins and picks me up by my waist, tossing me over his shoulder. He swings the bathroom door open and barks the order to his packmate. “Anders, bedroom, now.”
I’m upside down and pushing myself up from Eli’s perfect ass when I see the beaming grin on Anders’ face. The last thought I have before Eli tosses me on the bed is that I deserve to be happy, and I’m not going to overthink this.
Chapter forty-one
