“Okay, a little my fault.” He wraps both hands around the mug, then presses his forehead into the table.
I sit down next to him and hook my foot in his chair, dragging it closer.
“Hey!” He jolts up like he’s going to fall out of the seat. When he sees my grin, he rolls his eyes. “Sorry you’re hungover.”
I put my arm around him. “I’ll be fine, but I want to check in and make sure you’ll be okay.”
“Yes, after coffee I’ll rally, I promise.” He leans into me, and the casual intimacy cures any worries lingering about last night and how today will go. “Thanks for trusting me.” We’re close, so I whisper it, nearly into the side of his temple.
Archangel’s entire body stiffens, and he starts to groan but snaps his mouth shut and sits up. “What time is it? I need to shower, or we’re going to be late. I forgot my mom wants us there early to help with things.” He shoves to his feet and pushes his fingers into his messy hair. “Sorry. I need to get moving.” He offers a weak smile, then retreats to the bathroom.
Did I do something wrong?
Maybe it’s just stress.
ELEVEN
ARCHANGEL
All I thought about for the rest of the night was Wolfe’s mouth on mine. No one should be that good at kissing. It’s criminal.
I jacked off, and it didn’t even help, so by the next morning, I’m so worked up, I can’t think straight.
“I don’t know how I’m not going to be hard all fucking day,” I say to the mirror before I get in the shower.
I soap myself up and, of course, my brain returns to his big tattooed hands, grabbing my neck to pull me into him. He’s so big, even at my six-foot, I bet he’d be able to pick me up and manhandle me. What I would fucking give to have Wolfe slam me into something.
I wrap my hand around my cock, stroking myself slowly. What would it be like to go down on him and have those hands wrapped around the back of my head? I’d never fully seen him naked, despite having been in locker rooms with him since we were kids. As a gay dude, I just avoid looking at other dudes that way. I can’t help but wonder more about his dick, especially after him saying it matched his body size.
I bet his cock would destroy me.
And I’ve never wanted anything so bad in my entire life.
I shouldn’t be picturing it, or anything close to what being with him would be like. I need to create boundaries in my mind so I don’t get hurt. But not until I get myself off. I’m not going to make it through the day with him acting like he is without some release.
Wolfe knocks on the door, and I jump out of my skin. “You almost done in there? I thought you said you needed to be early?”
“Fuck.” I drop my cock and press my face into the tile. “You scared me.”
He laughs.
“It’s not fucking funny.” I close my eyes as I keep stroking.
This is so wrong. But if I don’t finish, my dick is going to identify as a problem.
“Are you almost done?” he asks again, still laughing.
“Maybe.” I try to keep the lust out of my tone, but I’m so close, and his voice isn’t hurting.
“We’re going to be late,” he says, and I can hear him breathing.
“Everyone is late. This is the south,” I call back, knowing my mom will be annoyed, but I force her out of my brain, willing Wolfe to say something else.
“What are you even doing in there? Skin care?”
I smile and almost find it absurd that I could get off to him saying anything. “So much skin care.” My voice betrays me, hitching at the end.
He hesitates, then says, “Must be really good because it almost sounds like sex.”
