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His mouth left mine, trailing along my neck as his hands yanked down my shorts. His fingers slid along my slit, finding the wetness around my entrance and bringing it up to my clit. Archer rubbed me as he kissed my neck, and I had to be careful not to let out any moans or cries of pleasure. This session had to be as silent as humanly possible.
When two of his 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 funeral… it was a lot. So much. Too much.
It still didn’t compute in my head. My mom was dead. Would I ever get used to thinking that, to feeling the loss so deep within me it felt like I’d never be whole again? It was too soon. She’d been the only thing that had mattered to me for so long, I… well, it was difficult for me to imagine a life without her in it, without me needing to mind everything I do to make sure she’s taken care of.
Someone had taken care of her, all right. Someone had killed her.
I believed that in my soul, as damned as it was. My mom would never have hurt herself, never. The thought never would’ve crossed her mind. She was my mom, she would never willingly leave me here without her. She wasn’t like that. My father might be a selfish bastard, but she never was.
To tell the truth, I had no idea why she was even with my father. She could’ve done better than him.
I couldn’t eat breakfast, even though Ms. Smith tried to feed me. Instead, I spent the morning being inconsolable and getting ready for the funeral. I had to swing by my house to grab a suit; Oliver had come with me, I think to make sure I didn’t see anything I shouldn’t. He’d told me he would handle the cleanup.
The cleanup. As if it was just a spill and not my mom’s blood.
I stood before a long mirror, watching myself as I crossed my tie with a vacant look in my eyes. Hollow, barren, like a part of me was missing. I knew I’d feel that way for a long time; getting over a parent’s sudden death couldn’t be easy.
Jaz… I appreciated the fact she didn’t kick me to the curb last night, but I knew she and I should’ve been more careful. I’d only wanted to feel something, to feel her arms around me, to lose myself in the warmth that made her, but I might’ve only created more problems for us down the road. I supposed only time would tell.
My fingers couldn’t get the knot to look right around my neck, and I grimaced as I undid the tie, for about the dozenth time.
