“An hour?”
Cain swallowed and nodded once. “Maybe less if we eat quickly.”
“I can eat really quick when I need to.”
Cain swallowed again, and Archer moaned. He wanted to leave his mark there for everyone to see. “We can’t tell them.”
Cain’s comment snapped Archer’s attention back to him. “What?”
Cain leaned forward. “Can we keep it quiet at first? I don’t want them to know until we’re sure this will last. I don’t want us to tell them, and in a couple of weeks this fizzles out. We were on vacation, away from everything and everyone. Here, real life gets in the way, and we need to find a balance in our relationship that will help us navigate whatever life throws at us.”
Now that made absolute sense and was something Archer hadn’t considered at all. He’d been so focused on getting Cain back into bed that he’d forgotten real life. A vacation fling was drastically different from a ‘real life’ relationship. He would have been more than happy to throw caution to the wind and say fuck it, but Cain was right.
“Okay, we keep quiet for now until we’ve worked out how we’ll handle this. We both have jobs, our family, and a million other commitments. What time we have free should be quality time for us.”
“I have my own place away from the rest of my family.”
“And I live above the vet practice. It made sense at the time to keep an eye on the finances when I was building up the practice. You know I looked at houses, but this made more sense in the end.”
“I remember you telling me. I have a brand new house where each room has to christened.”
Archer grinned, and Cain returned it. “I think we can manage that.”
“The sex was no problem, even with my lack of experience. It’s the real life we need to deal with.”
Their food arrived, and Archer picked at it. He wasn’t hungry for food, but for the man sitting opposite him. Cain kept watching him, and Archer could feel the sexual tension build between them. Worse, when Cain ordered ice cream. He moved his legs and brushed up against Cain’s. He heard the swift intake of breath and did it again, watching Cain’s pupils widen.
He licked his lips then licked his spoon as he sucked the ice cream from it. Cain moaned quietly, but it was loud enough for Archer to hear, and he wanted to hear more. His dick throbbed in his jeans, and he wanted to throw Cain over the table and take him.
“Cain, we need to go soon. I’m not sure how long I can last.”
Cain nodded. “Let me finish first.”
Archer groaned, closing his eyes. “Damn, Cain. You’re killing me here.”
“And myself too.” Cain smiled softly. “We’ll get there. Enjoy the wait.”
Archer leaned forward, and Cain closed the distance. “I want to enjoy the wait, but my dick is about ready to explode.”
Cain coughed out a laugh and moved back slightly. “My dick wants to be in your ass so badly, but I’m willing to wait.”
“And my ass is dying for you to own it, so can we please hurry the fuck along.”
“Patience.”
“Patience is giving me blue balls,” Archer whined and attempted to bat his eyelashes, which caused Cain to burst out laughing, shaking his head.
“Oh my god, just stop. That was awful.”
“Okay. I give up but can we at least go to the restroom.”
“On your own, yes.”
“Cain...” Archer sighed when Cain pointed to his rapidly melting ice cream.
No amount of pleading was going to win his case, so Archer made sure to spend an obscene amount of time licking his spoon clean and moaning with every mouthful he took.
Cain’s lips parted, and Archer could see the flush of arousal build on his skin. Cain moved and rubbed his leg against Archer, and Archer leaned forward, biting his lip as his thumb rubbed a nipple.
“Fuck.”
“Soon.” Archer licked his lips again, and Cain copied the movement.
“How long, Cain?”
Cain shook his head slowly and reached across the table, his fingers trailing over Archer’s arm. Archer turned his hand over, but Cain didn’t take it. He stroked his arm again and again as his leg rubbed Archer’s under the table.
Archer watched Cain, saw his parted lips and flushed cheeks. “I missed touching you,” Cain murmured, his eyes lowering shyly.
“I want take you home and fuck.”
“I need to go the bathroom.” Cain stood and walked briskly to the bathroom. Archer’s eyes were glued to his ass, watching it move under jeans that covered it like a second skin. He couldn’t wait to strip Cain naked and touch him.
He rubbed his dick, shuddering at the sensation, and waited not so patiently for Cain to return. Maybe he should join him in there and have a little bit of fun in one of the stalls.
“Hi.”
Archer turned to the voice, seeing the kid who’d left earlier. “Are you okay?”
“I just...thanks.”
He turned to leave, and Archer grabbed his arm. “Here. Take my number. If you need anything, give me a call.”
He handed over his card and watched the kid shove in the back of his jeans. “Thanks.”
“Do you need...”
The kid walked away, and Archer sighed. He clearly needed help, but there was nothing Archer could do about it, but at least he had Archer’s number if he wanted to talk.
“Is he all right?”
“I don’t know, but he has my number.”
Cain stood in front of him, and Archer had the perfect view of Cain’s bulge. He licked his lips, wanting to taste. “Let’s go.” He had to go now, or he’d be taking Cain over the table. He’d waited long enough.
He stood and left, Cain following, saying behind him, “I’ll drive. My place is closer.”
Archer nodded and let Cain lead him toward his car. No more waiting, no more delays. It was time.
Chapter Sixteen
CAIN WALKED TO his silver Toyota, aware of Archer following. He rubbed his aching dick and heard Archer mutter something behind him. Ignoring him, he opened the car door and got in, waiting for Archer to get in the passenger seat.
For a split second, he almost got in the wrong side. Five years in the UK and he had to remember which side of the car to get in. Now he was back home and had to remember which side of the road to drive on.
He glanced at Archer, who was twisted in his seat, facing him, rubbing his dick, and causing Cain to whimper in need. He pulled out of the parking lot and sped home. He had to touch Archer and as soon as possible. It had been far too long since he’d felt the other man’s body.
Archer obviously felt the same need since, within seconds of leaving the bar, he was touching Cain. Cain’s grip tightened on the steering wheel when Archer kissed his neck. Small touches followed by licks that had Cain’s arousal going through the roof.
“Archer,” Cain moaned.
“Hmm, you taste so fucking good. I’ve missed touching you, tasting you.”
Cain whimpered again when Archer’s hand slid down his chest and rubbed his dick. It wasn’t enough, not when he had jeans on, but it was almost more than he could handle while driving the car. Archer bit his neck as he rubbed hard, and Cain swung the car over to the side of the road, thankful there were no houses nearby.