“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Archer barks, and I can tell by the sounds he’s making and the movement of his hips that he’s coming just after me.
When we both drift back to reality for a moment, still joined as one, Archer turns his head toward Julian. It takes my mind a moment to realize what Julian is doing as he slides a condom on his own cock.
Then, as he moves behind me, I let out a gasp. Lifting my hips from Archer’s lap, he pulls them back toward him and slides his cock inside me.
I cry out in surprise, my soaking core eagerly swallowing his cock. Once seated within me, he pauses and rests his forehead against the back of my neck.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles against the vertebrae of my spine.
My heart is pounding, my face close to Archer’s as he breathes the same air as me.
“Don’t apologize,” I whisper. “Just fuck me.”
With my hips in his hands, bending me over Archer’s body, Julian pulls out to the tip and slams back inside me. My sex is raw and sore but still craves him. I want him to feel as close to me as Archer does.
With shallow grunts and cries of pleasure, Julian pounds intome. Archer gently kisses my face and neck as his hands travel down my body. He massages my breasts, pinching my nipples to heighten my senses.
When his fingers reach my aching clit, I yelp from the sensitivity of it. My body shakes with the aftershock of my first orgasm, and I let out a husky, sex-driven groan as Julian shifts his hips, hitting a sensitive spot inside me.
“Look at you, baby,” Archer whispers in my ear. “Taking both of our cocks in one night. You were made for us, you know that?”
My cheek is resting against his chest as Julian pounds into me, and Archer’s words spark a fire inside me. I feel like Iwasmade for them. I feel like I was waiting for them all my life. We belong together. We found each other in that elevator against all odds because the universe was gifting us with this love. This bond. This connection.
“I’m coming,” Julian cries out before his hips start to jerk and shudder.
I grip tight to Archer’s body as Julian thrusts two more times. Buried deep inside me, he freezes to catch his breath. The three of us are spent and exhausted.
Julian pulls out and collapses against the mattress. I fall into Archer’s arms, letting him wrap me up in his embrace.
“Was that for saying you had a heart of gold?” I ask Julian between my pants.
He laughs, a dark chuckle and a heavy sigh. “Maybe.”
“I’ll have to do it more often then,” I reply with a smile.
Rule #25: Even when you try to keep people out, they’ll find a way in.
Julian
Archer and Freya are sleeping peacefully nestled together.Standing near the foot of the bed, I stare at them and wonder when the hell this happened. When did these two people carve such a large space out in my life?
Memories of last night, watching that fight and fearing for Archer’s life, come flooding back to my mind. I’ve never been so scared.
And then in the bed later in the night when Freya let us in. All this time, I’ve been getting off with strangers because I don’t like letting people into my life, and here come these two people, barreling right in.
Watching Archer fuck her and witnessing her utter perfection made me realize just how much I want to claim her as mine. Asours. When I took her after he had finished, I had a moment when I feared I was being too rough. She had only just lost her virginity, and there I was encouraging her to take another.
And she did. The way she purred as I sank inside her. Theway she thrust her hips back to meet mine. The way my eyes connected with his and we both realized how perfect this was.
Is it possible I’ve found the two people I can really be myself with? They won’t judge me for my unique tastes and need for control. They don’t just give me what I want—they truly want it too.
Onyx meows at my feet, and I pick her up to keep her quiet. I want them to sleep as long as they can. They both need the recovery.
The cat stares up at me as if confused as to why she’s in a stranger’s apartment and not in our penthouse. I scratch her head, and she purrs in response.
“This is all foreign to me too,” I whisper.
Turning my head, I stare at my reflection in the mirror over Archer’s dresser. The man who stares back is nothing like the one I knew just a few weeks ago. His hair is not perfectly styled. He’s not wearing his usual armor of designer suits and jewelry. He’s not even frowning.
