He bit his bottom lip, stroking his sensitive dick and edging closer to his release. Archer fantasized about being inside her—that insatiable heat and the way her thighs had wrapped around him. He grunted, pumping faster until his stomach contracted and legs stiffened. He needed this release, and it was right…there.
But he couldn’t.
Cecilia wasn’t his to fantasize about. He had no claim over her as long as she loved Noah.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Just then, Archer had an epiphany: Cecilia wasn’t just a fantasy anymore; he wanted her to be his reality. All his fantasies before had been sexual because that was all he knew of her. Now he wanted to make her laugh, listen to her stories about her oldlife, hold her close, learn what she liked to eat, take her on a date, hunt for her.
Fuck, did he want to hunt for her.
Archer slammed his fist against the tile. “Why the hell do you keep doing this to yourself?”
The showerhead rinsed the conditioner out, turning the water at his feet hazy white.
For a fleeting moment, Archer actually thought telling her about Noah’s secret life might make her fall into his arms. Was he really that gullible? Who was to say she didn’t already know? Lots of women cheated on their mate because they were doing the same, but they stayed in the relationship for other reasons. For protection, money, security, children, or even love.
That was enough to soften his dick to a depressing degree.
Someone pounded on his hotel room door.
“Open up!” Krys shouted.
Archer turned off the water and hastily towel-dried himself. Not wanting to bother with tying the towel around his waist one-handed, he answered the door naked.
Krys shoved his way in. “I thought you’d be passed out.”
After struggling to get his jeans on, Archer zipped up his fly. “My head is killing me.”
“Obviously. You forgot to put your underwear on.”
Krys wore his leather pants like second skin, and they were the same pair from yesterday since neither of them had packed clothes. His tank top had gone missing, however.
“Do you think I wasted time showering just to put on dirty underwear?” Archer chuckled. “I’m fine going commando until we get home.”
“Dirty underwear never killed anyone. Can’t say the same about your nuts getting stuck in the zipper.” Krys nonchalantly buttoned Archer’s pants, a simple task Archer occasionally struggledwith. “How much money did that asshole spend last night? Because by the end, it looked like a fuck ton.”
Archer waltzed into the bathroom and turned on the faucet. “What pisses me off is how she has nothing in that house to eat because he’s busy stuffing their grocery money into bras and panties.” Archer used a complimentary toothbrush to brush his teeth.
“Dumbass,” Krys grumbled. “Putting his paycheck right back in the fucking employer’s pocket. Those girls split their tips with the house.”
Archer spit into the sink. “We need to tell her.”
Krys barked out a laugh. “The fuck we do. Stop strolling down drama lane. The first rule of relationship club is you stay out of it. What goes on between them is their business. We aren’t her girlfriends.”
After pitching the toothbrush into the wastebasket, Archer said, “She deserves better.”
Leaning against the doorjamb, Krys gave him a peevish look. “Maybe she knows. Some couples have arrangements. Are you ready? There’s a continental breakfast downstairs, and I’m fucking ravenous.”
“That’s a hard no for me. I drank too much and need to hydrate.”
Krys stroked his goatee and scrutinized him. “You’re wound up tight this morning. You better put something in your belly before your wolf comes out. If we’re unstable, so are they.”
“My wolf is passed out.” Archer rubbed his eye, unable to shake the irritability he felt after witnessing the shit show last night.
Why the hell did I think it was a good idea to come out here?
Krys clapped him on the shoulder and gave it a firm squeeze. “Let it go. You two fucked, that’s all. Infatuation isn’t love. You don’t have any obligation to save her from a broken heart.Remember Tak’s warning about staying out of their business. Noah’s a tiger, and most of them are crazy assholes that thrive on instigating shit.”
