I shove Archangel into one of the stalls, close the frosted door, and get the water going before shoving my hands under the hem of his shirt. “I hope you’re ready for how often I’m going to fuck you to make up for the last two weeks.”
He raises his arms, letting me pull off the Under Armor. “You still think you can get it whenever you want?”
“I earned it.” I grab his hand and put it on my dick before shoving off his shorts, revealing a black jock. Gasping, I lean back to drink him in. “Fuck.”
“Like it?” Angel smirks, giving me dimples, knowing how fucking sexy he is.
“Let me see your ass.” I tug my shirt off, needing my skin against his.
He turns, and I’m shoving him into the wall, unable to stop myself.
“I am not going to last long,” I whisper into his ear.
“Good thing we have all night.” He rolls his hips, rubbing his bare ass against my cock.
Fuck.
I drop my face into his hair, harder than I’ve ever been in my life. Quickly ditching the rest of my clothes, I grab his ass with both hands, watching my cock slide between his cheeks.
“I need you to wear one of these when I fuck you later.”
“Good thing I brought more than one.” He arches his back and hooks his fingers in the jock, dragging it down.
I tug him under the water and spin him around, so I can kiss him again. He grabs my ass and rolls his hips, making our cocks slide together.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp into his mouth.
“Good, right?” He wraps an arm around me, forcing me in tighter.
The warm water aids the glide, making everything ten times better. Just when I think we’ve had the best sex of my life, it gets even better. I’m so in love with him, and it hits me like a ton of bricks.
I’ve never loved anyone in my life.
And I think I’ve been in love with him for a long time. There’s no one else who has ever come close to the way I feel about Archangel. The feelings threaten to crack my chest wide open. I’m so overwhelmed with them and how his body feels against mine.
I’m wrecked with it. A fucking mess.
And that terrifies me.
Because relationships don’t always last. I thought losing his sister wrecked me, but I was never in love with her. Those feelings were all ego and being betrayed.
It’s always been him.
I’ve never been scared of anything in my life after I left hell. When your earliest memories are hell, nothing seems so bad.
But there is something worse than anything my parents could ever do to me.
I’d die if I lost him.
I fight the wave of emotion, grabbing his face to kiss him harder.
He hooks a leg around my hips, grounding me back in our bodies. My tears mix with the water, and I’m glad he can’t see them.
“I cannot get enough of you,” I say instead of the words traced into my soul, because if I don’t say something, I’ll explode. “You don’t even understand what you do to me.”
“If it’s anything close to what you do to me, I think I know.” His fingers slide into my hair. “You’re going to make me come.”
“I want to make you come for the rest of your life.”
