fingers slipped inside me, I had to bite my lower lip to stop myself from crying out. His other hand bunched up my shirt, revealing my heaving chest, and as his fingers pumped in and out of me, his mouth found a nipple, taking the aching pebble into his mouth and swirling it with his tongue.
Hell. I should pull this boy off me and stop him, but it felt too damned good.
My body was alight with sensation, my heart hammering in my chest as I surrendered myself to what was about to happen. I’d always been so careful, but this… tonight, I wouldn’t be. Oh well.
His fingers were slow to withdraw from me, leaving a molten need inside of me. I needed to be filled, and I needed it now. Luckily for me, it seemed Archer was hard and ready to fulfill that particular need.
He’d yanked his shorts down, and the length of his hardness brushed against my inner thigh. I shivered, remembering how it felt to be filled by him. Thick and veiny, his cock was something else, something to remember. He was not even a little forgettable.
Archer’s mouth abandoned my nipple, returning to kiss me as he positioned himself between my legs. When I felt him push inside, I wanted to moan; but since I couldn’t, I settled for kissing him harder, for reaching around him and running my nails up his bare back beneath his shirt.
We were fire. We were two lost lovers, finding each other in spite of everything life had thrown at us. We were everything we could’ve been this entire time if we’d just been honest with each other. But honesty was neither of our specialties, and I knew after this, us being together would be a lot of work.
You know what, though? He was worth it. Archer Vega was worth the pain and the uncertainty, and I hoped in my heart of hearts he’d say the same thing about me.
With our mouths locked on each other, Archer took me as quietly as he could, his hips thrusting his cock inside me at a quick, steady rhythm. My body felt like it was made to take in his, like I’d subconsciously longed for this moment, this union, for so long it was heaven. To finally have something, to finally feel his skin on mine and his dick filling me up… there were no words.
When Archer came, he came with a vengeance, his strong body collapsing on mine as his dick emptied inside of me, short, quick spasms of his hips. His mouth tore off mine, his lips near my ear as he let out a soft groan, the orgasm too strong to keep stifled. He breathed hard, holding himself to me as he pulled his cock out.
I felt like he was going to mutter something about how he shouldn’t have done that, about how this was a mistake we’d both regret in the morning—whether or not that was true, I couldn’t say. I wasn’t a mind-reader or a fortune-teller. What I did know was that I wasn’t quite done with his body yet.
I’d have to ask one of my guys to pick something up before the funeral, a little pill that would negate the no condom use of tonight.
But, seeing as how he’d already come once inside of me, what was a few more times? I’d wear this boy out before I let him crawl back to his room. As long as we were quiet, Mom would be none the wiser.
Flipping us, I straddled him on my bed, running my hands up his chest and bunching up his shirt. In the darkness, it was hard to see the smooth, defined pectorals I knew I sat on, but I let my hands do the discovering.
Tonight would last a while longer, but our time together still wouldn’t be enough.
Time, as it turned out, was nothing but a cruel mistress.
Chapter Twenty-Six – Archer
The morning was a blur. I woke up in a bed that wasn’t mine, in a room that wasn’t mine, remembering being with Jaz for hours earlier. She’d actually worn me out, sent me back to this room with the order to try to sleep.
This wasn’t right. None of this was right. I’d tried so hard, and look at what it got me.
Oliver had made the arrangements, helping me plan a funeral I had no idea how to plan. Where her body would be buried, what her headstone would say, hiring the minister for the