Page 19 of Broken By Silence
The bedroom is dim and quiet, and Archer draws my curtains closed. Oscar sinks onto the bed, dragging me with him, and Archer joins. I let Archer tug me closer, his arm curling protectively around my waist. Oscar stays in front of me, sitting cross-legged, regarding me so closely I can feel my skin itch like he’s seeing too much.
I can feel my hands trembling as everything that’s happened in the last few weeks comes crashing down. It’s been a blur of chaos, secrets, and fear, and now it all feels too heavy to carry alone.
Oscar sees everything play out on my face, and his hands move gracefully.“You’re safe. We’re here, and I promise you we aren’t going anywhere. No matter what happens, Lottie, you’re stuck with us.”
I nod, but the words don’t quite reach the knot in my stomach. Archer tightens his hold on me, as if he can hold me together with his hands alone. “You, me, and him, forever, baby. We’re here. Whatever you need.”
I look between them, my heart aching with gratitude. They are so different. Oscar, quiet and observant. Archer, protective, and the man who saved me when I was drowning.
They’re my anchor, and right now, I need them more than ever.
Oscar reaches for my hand, fingers lacing through mine. His touch is firm but gentle. He squeezes three times.Archer mirrors him, taking my other hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles, but somehow with that small gesture, pulls me back from the edge of my thoughts.
“Tell us what you need,” Archer murmurs, his thumb tracing the seam of my top.
I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry. “I just need to forget… for a little while.”
Oscar’s eyes soften, and he wastes no time. He leans in slowly, his lips brushing against my forehead in a kiss so tender it makes my chest ache. Archer follows, pressing his lips to my temple, his breath warm against my skin. The combination of their affection is overwhelming in the best way, like a balm soothing the raw, frayed edges of my mind.
“We’re going to take care of you, baby. Do you trust us to know what you need?” Archer asks, his voice steady but laced with something deeper that makes my pulse quicken.
Oscar’s hand tightens around mine as he leans in again, this time capturing my lips in a kiss that’s soft but dominating.
It’s not rushed or demanding—it’s a slow exploration.
A way of saying“I’m here”without words.
Archer watches for a moment before joining, his lips finding the curve of my jaw, trailing down to my neck. My eyes close as I sink into the sensation. Their touches are deliberate, as if each one was designed specifically to pull me out of my head and back into this moment.
Oscar’s lips travel to my cheek, then to the corner of my mouth, while Archer’s hands slide up my arms. The contrast between both men is intoxicating—Oscar’s quiet intensity and Archer’s possessiveness blending together in a way that makes my head dizzy.
“You’re not alone. We’re right here, always.” Archer whispers against my skin, his breath sending a shiver down my spine.
Oscar pulls back slightly, his eyes locking onto mine as he signs.“We’ve got you. Now let your other boyfriend kiss you while I finallyget a taste.”
I feel tears prick at the corner of my eyes, but I blink them away, focusing on the way their hands hold onto me, the way the feeling of their kisses linger on my skin.
Archer’s lips find mine again, this time with more purpose. His kiss is deeper, more insistent, but still tender. I can feel the tension in him, the way he’s holding back, giving Oscar the time he’s never had with me. It only makes me want this… them more.
I can feel Oscar’s hands move to my waist as he kisses along my jawline, his lips soft and warm, and I can’t help but lean into him.
The room feels smaller somehow with them both in here with me. Their touches are everywhere—Archer’s hand is in my hair, moving my head to the side to give Oscar better access to my neck as he kisses and sucks, his tongue tracing a path that makes me feel like a live wire.
I melt into them both, needing this connection. It’s not just physical… It’s emotional. Every touch from them pulls me back to myself, piece by piece.
Archer breaks the kiss first, his forehead resting against mine. “Do you feel better?” he asks me, his voice rough with desire.
I nod, though I’m not sure if I’m being entirely honest. The weight of everything that happened is still there, but it feels lighter now. Oscar’s hand cups my cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear I don’t realize has fallen.
“We can stop,”His hands move.“There’s no pressure.”
I take a shaky breath. “I don’t want to stop.”
Archer smiles, that familiar smirk that always makes my stomach flip. “Good, because we’re just getting started,” he teases.
Oscar’s lips curve into a small smile as he leans in again, his lips brushing over mine. Archer’s hands move to the hem of my shirt, his fingers brushing against my skin as he slowly pulls it over my head. His eyes never leave mine, dark and intense, like he’s trying to memorize every detail of this moment.
I feel exposed, but not in a way that makes me want to hide.There’s something about the way he’s looking at me… the way they both are—like I’m the only thing that matters.
