“Go ahead and what?”
“Mark me. Make me yours.”
His lips part, his chest heaving as he drags in one heavy breath after another. I can see the gears moving in his head, the crippling indecision if he should really go through with this or not. He thinks he’ll be calling my bluff, but I have no bluff.
I’m sincerely telling him that I want what he wants.
“Stop it,” he says with a plea.
“Stop what?”
“Being so fucking perfect. You think I want to dirty you up?” he asks with a pained expression.
“You’re not dirtying me up, Arch. You’re proving to me and anyone else who ever might dare to touch me that I belong to you. What could possibly be dirty about that?”
His cock twitches in front of me, so he grabs it and squeezes it at the base to keep it from getting hard.
“You want it, don’t you?” I ask.
“Fuck yes, I want it.”
I lift my chin, staring into his eyes. “Then do it.”
He takes a deep breath, as if preparing himself. Then he steps toward me, keeping his eyes laser-focused on me. Grabbing me by the back of my head, he grits his teeth, looking dominant and powerful as he aims his cock for my chest.
I wait, holding his gaze. Then I feel the warm stream as it hits my skin. Archer lets out a whimpering sound, clearly turned on as he covers my chest with his urine.
Lifting my chin some more, I’m instantly surprised by how good this feels. Not the stream itself but the connection it forms between us. He’s staring at me, and I feel the trust in his gaze. I won’t berate or belittle him for this. I will accept him exactly the way he is.
He moves his cock, aiming it for my neck and down to my groin, dousing my half-hard cock. Closing my eyes, I let out a high-pitched moan, and not a bit of it feels as degrading as I expected it to feel. It only heightens the level of faith between us.
Nothing could possibly break us now.
When his bladder is empty, I open my eyes to find Archer gazing down at me with a feral, almost animalistic expression on his face. Closing his hand around my throat, he drags me to my feet and crashes his lips against mine.
Kissing me with passion and desire, he presses me against the wall of the shower. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him close. His kisses are ravenous but don’t lead anywhere. They are kisses of love. Kisses of appreciation. Of gratitude.
When he finally stops to catch his breath, he keeps his mouth near mine. Panting, he mutters, “You’re right. I don’tthinkl love you. I fucking know it.”
Just before his mouth attacks mine again, I smile against his lips.
Rule #29: If you just brush your issues under the rug, they’ll probably go away.
Archer
It’s early, so early that the sun has only started turningthe Paris skyline a light bluish orange color. I can’t sleep. Lying in Julian’s extra-large bed, I roll over and rest my head on my hand. Beside me, Freya is curled into a petite ball, sleeping with her back to me. On the other side, Julian is flat on his stomach, the fading moonlight picking up the gentle crests and valleys on his back.
Normally, I’m the one sleeping late, so I never get this perspective. With a sigh, I stare at them. My heart feels so incredibly full when I’m around them, and what I said in the club with Julian was true. I do love them. And yet I keep waiting for the moment when it stops feeling so exciting and fulfilling and starts feeling like a cage.
So far, I see no signs of it.
How could it be a cage when Julian nurtures the darkness inside me? How could it be a cage when Freya looks at me as if I hung the moon in the sky for her?
For all I know, it could be impossible to ever tire of this feeling.
Feeling restless, I climb out of bed and pad quietly to thewindow. For a moment, I stare out at the city below, and it dawns on me that for the first time in my life, I actually feel somewhat settled. I love it here. Someday I might want to run again, but for now, I could handle sticking around.
Finding my pants on the floor, I dig my phone out. There are various messages and notifications. One from my mom that I don’t even open. There are a few from Rex too.
