I sag into him, letting him hold me like this in front of everyone. Letting them see this exchange between us. Now every soul here knows I belong to this man, and instead of panic, I’m filled with exhilaration.
The next two hours feel like an eternity as meals are served, speeches are made, and the cake is cut. Then, it’s finally time for the dancing. Atticus leads Kins to the dance floor as the opening notes of Ed Sheeran’s “Perfect” trickle through the tent.
And Jesus H. Christ, I’m crying again.
These two fit so seamlessly. It takes my breath away just watching them together. Their gazes remain locked with one another, their love radiating from them as they move and sway as one.
Warmth hits my back, and Archer’s hands slide around my sides, clasping in front of me. I place mine atop his and relax into his strong chest. He rests his chin on my shoulder and murmurs, “That’ll be us one day.”
My go-to reaction would be to scoff and tell him he’s lost his mind. But I don’t. Because I want that. I want what my friends have, and with Arch by my side, I’ve got it.
Arch, Bates, and I share a ride home, but the second we walk through the apartment door, Archer grabs my hand, tugging me toward his room.
Bates eyes us, a weird look on his face. Then, he shakes his head, claps his hands together, and declares, “I’m out! I don’t want to hear you two fucking.”
I pause in the hallway and grin at him. “You might want to invest in noise-cancelling headphones, big brother.”
“Ugh, fuck that. I’m moving back to my place soon as I can,” he says with a shudder.
“Don’t be like that, man,” Arch chuckles.
Bates scoffs then turns around, striding down the hall and away from us. “Toodle-oo, motherfuckers. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
My man wastes no time gripping my hips and lifting me off my feet. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he stalks inside his room before kicking the door closed behind us.
Heat fills his gaze as he deposits me on his bed, then the bastard sinks his teeth into that plump bottom lip of his and shakes his head.
His fingers make quick work of the buttons of his dress shirt, discarding it on the floor then kicking out of his shoes as he unfastens his suit pants. His eyes never leave me.
My skin prickles with anticipation, and I squirm beneath his intense focus.
Left in only his boxer briefs, he looms above me, his head tipping to the side as he asks, “Why aren’t you naked yet?”
Faster than I’ve ever moved before, I strip, throwing my clothes God knows where.
A satisfied smile lifts his perfect lips as he crawls from the end of the bed, coming to a stop between my parted thighs. A sexy-as-fuck smirk curves his mouth, and he drops on his back beside me then reaches for me.
I, of course, go willingly.
Once I’m straddling his hips, he says, “Sit on my face, Lennon.”
My eyes widen, and I swear to God, I get wet at the thought of it.
When I don’t move straight away, he quirks a brow. “Did I stutter?”
I grin, shaking my head.
“Then move your ass,” he demands, his hands snaking around my hips and dragging my body up his torso then depositing my pussy right over his awaiting mouth. “I’ve missed the way you taste,” he groans, gliding his tongue through my folds and circling my clit.
His strong arms come around me, holding me in place as he takes his time licking and kissing until I’m quivering above him. My back bows, lifting my hips. His large, rough palms flatten over my thighs, forcing my body down again.
“Arch,” I whimper as a powerful orgasm sweeps through me. I collapse forward, my cheek smooshed against the mattress.
He chuckles, slaps my ass, and rolls me off of him.
“I’m dead,” I mumble. “You killed me dead with cunnilingus.”
His nose nudges mine, and when I pry an eye open, he’s grinning proudly. “Aww, come on, spitfire. You can take more than that. I know it.”
For some weird reason, Hannah and her Starfish Method come to mind, giving me a brilliant idea. “I’m tapping out,” I tell him. “I’m star-fishing it from here.”
He frowns. “The fuck does that mean?”
I spread my arms and legs wide and say, “Have at it, big man. I’m yours to do what you will with. Just don’t expect me to move from this position.”
His head tips back, and he laughs. “Uh, no. I’ll wait for you to recover, thank you very much.”
I chuckle and roll into his side, curling around him. He wraps an arm behind my back, tugging me closer, and I sigh contentedly. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise,” I murmur sleepily then close my eyes, drifting into a deep, peaceful sleep.
THREE MONTHS LATER . . .
My head drops against the couch as Lennon sucks my cock right to the back of her throat. One of her soft, small hands rolls my balls in her palm, and she slowly bobs up and down on my dick, her tongue paying extra attention to the sensitive underside of my crown with each upstroke.
“Fuuuck, baby,” I groan, my thighs tensing at her sides. “That feels sooo good.”
Her gaze flicks up to meet mine as I peer at her, cradling her cheek. Then, the door to our apartment flies open, and a, “Dear God, nooooo!” is shouted from the doorway.
Lennon shoots to her feet, her eyes wide as Bates sprints across the room, hunches over the kitchen sink, and dry heaves.
I don’t know where to look—at my best friend’s ghost-white face as he gags repeatedly or my woman’s smug one as she stares at him.
“What the hell, Bates?” she speaks, fighting a laugh as she wipes the corner of her mouth with the edge of her thumb. She’s trying not to look entertained, but she’s failing miserably.
His eyes are squeezed closed, and he’s shaking his head. “No, no, no, noooooo,” he chants under his breath. “Tell me I did not just see what I most definitely saw,” he demands, peeking one eye open just a little.
I snort back a laugh then realize I’m still sitting here, rockin’ out with my cock out while he’s having his little meltdown. As discreetly as possible, I tuck myself inside my sweats. They’ve become a staple in my wardrobe. Those and jock straps . . .
Tuning into the conversation once more, I grin when Lennon drawls, “Well, considering you just burst into our apartment . . .” Her hip cocks to the side, and she crosses her arms over her chest. “I’d say this is your penance for the number of times I’ve unwittingly walked in on you boning a baseball Annie.”
Bates gags again, a shudder drawing his shoulders up before he shakes it off. “This isn’t even close to the same thing,” he says. “You’re my baby sister, and I just saw you blowing my best friend’s love whistle. Not cool, man, not fucking cool.”
He points an accusatory finger my way, a nasty glare narrowing his eyes, and I shrug, holding out my hands in surrender. “Dude, you don’t live here anymore. It’s not like we set you up or anything. You barged in on us.”
“So?” he hollers. “Keep that shit in the bedroom, man.”
I snort. “This is our apartment. We can get busy anywhere we want.”