Stripped Love (Guys Next Door #1) - Baylin Crow Page 0,59

long I needed the release more than I needed my next breath. His fingers curled around my shaft, stroking me in tight quick jerks. "I'm going to come."

A loud moan traveled up my throat and he thrust into me impossibly harder. "Then come, Arch. Let me feel that sexy as fuck come dripping down my fingers as I fill your ass. I'm close."

With his name on my lips, I cried out and my body spasmed. "Oh…god." My release crashed through my body, wrecking me with powerful rolling waves.

"Yes. Fuck, yes." He released my cock and hammered into me with his mouth parted. I watched in fascination as Phoenix fell apart. He grunted each time he jerked forward, and he came with a deep rattling groan. His hips began a lazy roll as he milked himself into me until he was completely spent.

Draping himself over me, Phoenix panted and pressed a kiss to my neck. "You're amazing. You know that?"

"I could say the same about you." I met his half-lidded eyes in the mirror's reflection, a wash of drowsiness rushing through me.

With one last kiss, he gently pulled out and stepped back. Phoenix stopped as he glanced down, parting my cheeks. He groaned and dragged his finger through the warm come I could feel dripping down my crease. Reluctantly his hand dropped away, and he guided me into the shower again where he turned the warm spray back on. "Let’s get cleaned up and get you in bed. It's been a long day."

"It's been the best day," I countered and took the body wash from the shelf.

"It really has," he agreed and snagged the bottle from me, squirting a generous amount onto his palm. He washed himself and then me again before running the soap over my aching hole in gentle circles, pressing a single fingertip inside. He groaned. “You have no idea how fucking hot it is to see my come leaking from your ass.”

"Phoenix," I whispered and gripped his arms to steady myself as he slipped the entire finger inside.

He chuckled and pulled out. "You're insatiable." I grinned and he switched off the water. "But you're also tired."

I couldn't argue with that. My body had grown heavy with fatigue and curling up with Phoenix in bed sounded euphoric.

He led me out of the shower and grabbed two towels from the shelf. After we'd dried off, we stumbled to his room, and once the comforter was pulled back, tumbled onto the soft mattress.

As we settled, I tangled my legs with his and kissed his chest. "You make me happy."

His finger dipped under my chin, directing me to look at him. "You make me happy too, Arch. For the first time in a long time, I look forward to the next day when I can open my eyes and discover you all over again. Every day feels brand new with endless possibilities."

A lump wedged in my throat. "Why do you always have to one-up me?"

He flashed a lopsided grin. "I'm just being honest. Now go to bed."

I snuggled closer, resting my head where my lips had been.

He shivered. "New rule. You blow-dry your hair before bed."

"Next time," I mumbled. "Need sleep."

His chest rumbled with laughter beneath my cheek and a dopey smile tipped my lips. "Night, Phoenix."

"Night, Arch."

15

Archer

The shop was slow for once, and I spent the free time restocking and cleaning the jewelry cases. The low buzz of the tattoo machines and the guys talking to their clients mingled with the electric guitar solo echoing from the speakers.

My uncle was working on a man who barely fit in the chair thanks to the muscles on top of muscles bulging from his stocky body. Will had a middle-aged woman with blonde hair getting her first tattoo, a small infinity symbol on her wrist.

And then there was Dylan, who was currently bugging me.

"Just one piercing," he said from beside me as I closed the case containing the aftercare and locked it. "You can choose where, but I think you'd look hot with a lip ring."

"You can keep pushing, but it isn't going to happen." My nose wrinkled as I turned to face him. He leaned against the side of the desk, hip propped near the register, crossing his full-sleeve inked arms over his chest.

"Eyebrow?" He wiggled his eyebrows that had three barbells through one and a hoop through the other.

"Pass." I leaned over the glass counter and hollered over the noise. "Uncle Isaac, can you please tell Dylan to stop harassing me