“Oh fuck, Arch. Gonna come.” I’m so overwhelmed, I have to stop what I’m doing to gasp as he touches the pucker of skin more firmly a second time. I hiss as my balls draw up and cum jets from my dick in one satisfying spurt after another.
Several breathless moments later, my brain begins to function again, and I shake my head staring at Archer as he finally releases my dick with a wet pop. I blink and exhale hard. “Sorry. I couldn’t hold off.”
He smirks at me. “It’s not like we have to come at the same time.” He catches the corner of his bottom lip between his teeth. “And who said I was done with you?”
My lips twitch in amusement at his tone, but I feel like I need to take control now. I grip his balls in my hand with a firmness I know I like myself and tug gently on him. I glance over to see Archer’s head dropped back and his lips parted. His eyelids ease shut, so I steal that opportunity to take his hard, straining dick into my mouth again.
“Fucking hell,” he rasps as I practically swallow his dick, then back off and do it again. “Shit”—he exhales hard—“fuck, shit! Fuuuck.” The heady moans from both of us fill the room because while I’m sucking him off, he hasn’t stopped touching me, not for a single second. His hands are everywhere, from my dick, running over my abs, and slipping between my legs.
From somewhere in the house, a door slams shut. We both freeze in place for a split second, but then Archer shakes his head. “Don’t you stop, Kingston. Don’t you fucking stop.”
My heart pounds an erratic beat as I go back to work. The more noises we begin to hear from beyond the room, the hotter this gets, and the more frantic we become. Archer’s hips piston as he chases release, and I groan around him, grabbing his ass cheeks with both hands.
“Fuck yes,” he grunts as he comes hard, the salty flavor of him hitting the back of my tongue as he releases a shuddering breath. I swallow down everything he gives me. Archer’s lips graze my skin before he growls and sinks his teeth into my thigh.
Air hisses from between my lips. Fuck I like that too much. All of this, in fact. “Goddamn, Arch. What are you doing to me?”
ELEVEN
ELLIOT
September in Georgiais hotter than hell, and by Wednesday I have a little problem. In the grand scheme of everything that’s been happening lately, it’s nothing, absolutely not a big deal—except I really want to shave my legs.
But I’m not quite there yet, can’t bear to pick up a razor to get the job done—not even the pretty blue one in my shower. Every time I think about it, I dive into a tailspin. It scares me that I’m unable to put the memory of Nick dragging that razor blade over my skin out of my head. Of all the heinous things Nick has said and done to me, this was close to the worst. Why won’t he let me go? I huff out a disgruntled breath as I run my hand over my shin. I hate the feel of stubble on my legs. Always have.
Chewing on my lip, I bite down while I weigh my options. One thing is abundantly clear: I need help. And I know exactly who I should ask.
I get up from my desk chair, pull on a pair of leggings to hide my bandage, and leave my room, wondering where everyone’s gotten off to because as I poke my head into one bedroom after another, there’s no one around. Frowning, I wander downstairs.
Zeke’s in the kitchen, holding the door of the fridge open as he peruses options, but when he hears me coming, he looks up, meeting my eyes. “Hey.” He gives me a quick bob of his head.
“Do you know where everyone is?” I know Kingston was taking Cannon to a doctor appointment, but I thought they’d be back by now. And Archer should be around here somewhere. It’s an odd day when I don’t find him holed up in his room.
“A bunch of people are down at the pool. I didn’t pay a lot of attention to who it was. I’ve got a psych paper due tomorrow,” he mumbles, seeming a bit irritated by my question.
I don’t know Zeke hardly at all. He’s always on the periphery, watching the action, probably because he’s a sophomore. Dane doesn’t say a whole lot either, I just happen to have class with him, so I know him better. The sophomores don’t have hardly any control over what happens around here. It’s like they’re the understudies, memorizing the way the brotherhood works so they’ll be ready for their moment once the upperclassmen graduate and are no longer around to play their part.
Hearing noise from somewhere out back that corroborates Zeke’s comment, I give him a little wave—not that he acknowledges me—and hurry to the rear of the house. As I push open the patio door, the sound of talking and laughter seems to be coming from the pool, like he said, and I strain to hear who is down there, but can’t quite tell, nor do I have a good visual at this hour, despite the lighting around the pool. I carefully pick my way down the inset steps, unfortunately having to watch my every tread because the wear on them is a bit uneven. Because of this, I totally miss what lies in wait at the bottom.
“Well, if it isn’t the house whore.” Alec chuckles, glancing at Joel and Stuart, a delighted smirk on his face. “You looking for one of your fuckboys?”
Slowing my descent, I meet a trio of leering gazes, then stop altogether before I get to the bottom. Sick of their shit, my temper flares. “You know what? Fuck off. I’ve donenothingto deserve any of your hate, yet it doesn’t matter. One of you always throws out a nasty comment. Or worse, you threaten me. It’sstupid.I’ve done nothing to you. And anything I do behind closed doors isn’t up for discussion, just like whatever you dickheads do isn’t my business either.”
Alec gawks at me, eyes wide, then turns his head to stare at his buddies. Another laugh trips from his mouth. “Holy shit. Can you believe she’d outright lie like that? There must be some sort of punishment for lying to a brother, right?”
Joel snickers. “Right. Maybe we should go to Kingston with it. He’d probably let us watch her again.”
I roll my eyes, trying to maintain my composure at the not-so-subtle dig about the video they’ve all seen of me masturbating. My face heats. “Doubtful. We all know that video was a one-time thing. And as for the lies, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Alec eyes me up and down in a way that makes me want to vomit. “Oh, Elliot. Try to keep up. We’re not talking about the video, are we boys?” His smirk grows as he runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “You’ve done plenty to deserve our hate, spreading your legs for favoritism being at the top of the list.” With an ugly sneer marring his face, he juts his chin in my direction, keeping his eyes on me as he addresses his friend. “Go on, Stuart, tell her what you saw. Just so she’s aware we’re always watching.”
The rude redhead grunts as he assesses me with his beady eyes. “Pretty sure I saw you get off right here in this pool with your boy toys.” Stuart holds up his arm and beckons me closer. “How about you give us a turn? You’re the brotherhood bike now, right?”
Blood infuses my cheeks as they laugh, but fire fills my veins. I can’t show an ounce of fear. Steeling my spine, I shoot back, “Nah, that’s okay. I don’t screw guys with tiny dicks. And even if I give you the benefit of the doubt that you know how to use what you’ve got, you’ve already proved it false because that girl at the auction was definitely not screaming for more.” My lips twitch at the way Stuart’s jaw has just locked up tight. “And let’s face it, I’ve already had an eyeful of your pale, hairy ass and that was plenty.”
“Little bitch. I should have made good on my threat.” Stuart runs his hand over his red beard. “But don’t worry. There’s plenty of time and opportunity for that.”
“You’re all talk, Stuart, no action. Everyone knows your bite is about as big as your dick, which we’ve already established is pretty fucking small.”
