Happenstance(38)

“Why are we here? I was…” She sounds dazed, short of breath. “I was only kidding about having a room…”

“Darling, I always get a room,” Tobias rasps.

Banks is closer than I realized, his hand propped to my left on the stainless-steel wall, watching our kiss close up, expression unreadable. “For once, I like the way you think, Tobias.” His fingers join mine and Elise’s hair, his teeth razing up and down the side of her neck. “Before we step off this elevator, tell us what you want, Elise. No pressure. No confusion.”

To my surprise, Elise looks up at me, almost adoringly? Am I imagining that? I don’t want to be imagining it. I want to soak it in and believe it. Believe in her and this magic she makes in my chest.

And then she trails her palm down the front of my body and cradles my erection in her hand, massaging the stiffness until I choke. “I don’t know. I just know I’m…” She shakes her head and I can see the thoughts are new, startling. The situation is foreign to her, but she’s trying to put her needs into words. Good. The better for me…no, us…to fulfill them. “I just know it has to be Gabe right now. After that, I don’t know.”

The sound that comes out of me is one I’ve never heard before. It’s a grinding shout let loose from the pit of my stomach. I’m not supposed to be chosen first. In a lot of cases throughout my life, I wasn’t chosen at all. How am I the priority for this incredible girl? What does she see in me that no one else ever has?

“This can’t be about pity, Elise,” I say, sounding strangled. “Please.”

“It’s not.” She shakes her head. “I don’t understand it, but there’s something…there’s something inside of me I’m supposed to give you. There’s something inside of you that you’re supposed to give me. Don’t you feel that?”

If I felt it any more, I’d pass out. “You have no idea.”

She nods, relief making her look more vulnerable, more open, while she flicks open the button of my tuxedo pants and delves her hand inside, jerking me off through my boxers, ripping a shuddering groan from my throat. Simultaneously, Banks exhales a gravelly sound against the side of her neck, his own hand busy adjusting the bulge behind his zipper.

“What are you giving him permission for?” Banks grinds out.

“Everything,” she whispers, her head falling back on her shoulders for a beat, as if she’s reveling in that single word. That single word is hedonism and freedom and it delivers yet another one-two punch of gratitude to my system. It wrecks me.

When she lifts her head again, her pupils are dilated, her teeth creating dents in her bottom lip. “Everything,” I huff, dropping my forehead to hers. Her gaze is zeroed in on my mouth and she’s breathing fast, like I’m having the same effect on her that she’s had on me since the night she stepped onto the tram. Both of the other men have moved to observe her from either side of us, visibly turned on by her arousal. They see she wants me and it’s a blast of confidence unlike any other. Confidence and gratitude and hunger.

Christ, I’m so fucking hungry for her.

“And us?” Banks prompts again, his voice an octave lower than before.

“Everything. As long as he’s…”

“First,” Tobias finishes for her. “We hear you.”

I can’t take my eyes off her, but I’m aware of Tobias’s hand sliding down her back. Slowly. Then he steps behind her completely, taking both sides of her ass in his hands. Lifting her up. “Up we go, Elise,” he says, hoarsely—and out of nowhere, her legs are wrapped around my hips, her mouth on level with mine, eyelids heavy.

I’m suspended in disbelief. Mine? Actually mine? That’s all my brain can muster before Banks uses his grip in her hair to guide her forward, her lips meeting mine and melting me, just fucking melting me completely. So much that my knees temporarily forget to work and I fall back against the wall of the elevator, her tongue working into my mouth and stroking along the left edge of my tongue, withdrawing, giving the same treatment to the right side. And my dick was already hard, but now it’s so stiff, my eyes are beginning to water.

“Do you like this?” she says, tightening her thighs around me and rolling her hips, her pussy flush with my erection and I moan like I’m dying. I’m dying. I’m dying.

“I love it so much. Just…” Calm down. Focus. “Give me a minute before you do it again.”

“Dear God, he’s not going to last five minutes,” Tobias mutters.

“Shut up,” Elise gasps against my mouth, going back in for more and I give it to her, as much as she wants. I kiss her like I’ll drop dead if we stop. Although…

“He’s right,” I manage, panting, my balls drawn up so tight, they feel like a chin strap. “It’s been too long. I’m halfway there just looking at you.”

Elise searches my eyes and nods. “It’s okay.” She rotates her lower body again and I hold my breath, ordering my balls to play it cool, but how am I supposed to do that when the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met is grinding on me, choosing me, bringing me back to life after being numb for so long? “Bring me to the room.” Her teeth graze the underside of my jaw, hips rolling and snapping, flooding me with more lust than I’ve ever experienced in my life. “So I can take care of this.”