Stripped Love (Guys Next Door #1) - Baylin Crow Page 0,20

was already talking with his next client.

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Phoenix

My neck was sore where Isaac had added more shading to the rose yesterday. It was nothing compared to the original piece, but the area was still red and felt like a bad sunburn. I inspected the sensitive skin in the bathroom mirror, examining the completed piece beneath the see-through bandage that was like a second skin.

There was a reason I used Isaac for my ink. His skill was unbelievable.

Remembering the way Archer's heated gaze had drifted over my throat, blood rushed to my cock, and I groaned. I wanted him bad. He made me want to write and fuck him at the same time.

I snaked a hand into the boxer briefs I'd stripped down to when I’d gotten home from work and squeezed my shaft.

"Fuck," I growled, stroking myself as I thought about Archer. His lips, so fucking plump. I imagined what he'd look like if I slid my cock between them. I pictured him staring up at me from his knees, dark eyes wide and eager. The way he'd looked at me yesterday, cheeks flushed and pupils dilated. A moan crept up my throat as I pretended it was his tongue circling my tip where I smeared precome with my thumb.

My cock was rock hard, and my nuts throbbed for relief. I tightened my fist and thrust into it, fucking my hand as I fantasized about Archer begging to suck it. "Fuck, Arch. Fuck. Fuck."

Muffled knocking came from the front door, reaching the bathroom, but I ignored it. I was so damn close. Heat rushed through my body and my sac drew tight. A few more minutes…

More knocking came.

With a curse, I released my cock and sagged against the counter, hanging my head as I sucked in deep breaths. My dick ached like hell, but the impending orgasm had waned. I met my reflection in the mirror as irritation settled in my chest. Skin flushed and sweat dotting my brow—whoever was at the door deserved to know what they'd interrupted. It was well after midnight, and the only person who ever pulled that shit was Aiden. And he wasn't welcome at my door.

I quickly washed my hands and glanced down. My underwear had an obvious bulge and wet spot on the front, so I jogged to my room and slipped on a fresh pair and long mesh shorts before heading for the door. I whipped it open, prepared to lay into Aiden, but stopped short when a smaller form had turned to walk away. He startled at the sound, spinning back around.

My frustration fled, replaced with curiosity. "Arch? Everything okay?"

His jaw loosened as his gaze dipped to my bare chest and likely the noticeable semi still tenting my shorts. My cock hadn't forgotten how close I'd been to coming and twitched when he lifted his eyes and bit his fucking lip.

"Arch?" I asked again with a strained voice.

His cheeks reddened. "Sorry, I just got home and your light was on, so I thought you were up. I didn't know you were…busy."

"Busy?" I remembered my appearance and attempted to fight back a smile. I failed. "I'm alone, Arch. I was just jerking off." Thinking about you.

A breath rushed from his lips. "Oh."

My grin widened, amused by his flustered expression. "Want to come in?"

"I… Are you sure?" He swallowed audibly. "I brought my book. You said you wanted to see it. I would have brought it over last night, but your car wasn't here when I got home." Archer lifted the book as if it were evidence.

"Worked late yesterday," I explained while unreasonably bummed I hadn't been home to hang out with him. "Are you going to come inside and show me, or do we have to stay outside?" My brow rose and he cracked a shy smile.

Without another word, he strolled back toward the house, and I moved aside to let him in. As he passed me, the back of his hand brushed my half-swollen cock, and I held back a growl clawing at my throat. He paused and glanced up at me.

"Sorry," we both said at the same time and stared at each other. His breathing was shallow, and I found mine syncing with his.

"Should I come back another time? I don't want to interrupt…that." His gaze traveled back down my front before jerking back to meet my eyes.

"I'd be really disappointed if you left." I was figuring out that straightforward honesty worked best with Archer, and it was what I could