“Ready,” I reply.
Then, in a deftly quick maneuver, she lifts from my length and hovers over me so I can stuff my dick back in my pants and zip them up. Then the three of us quickly exit the train car. As we walk, Freya stays under my arm with a satisfied smile on her face.
Whether she actually finished or not, it’s clear she loved that. It reminds me a bit of that night when Julian let me “mark” him. It wasn’t all about the act itself. It was about having someone who entertains our fantasies without judgment.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” she mumbles with a bashful grin.
“Is that what you had in mind, Chef?” I ask.
“Yes, but…” she starts.
“But what?”
We’re climbing the stairs out of the Métro station, coming up just a block from our apartment building. As we reach the top, she turns toward us and mumbles under her breath, “It’s leaking all over my legs.”
Covering her face in embarrassment, she takes off toward home.
I turn toward Julian and see that he and I share the same expression of arousal at that thought. Walking behind Freya, I throw my arm over his shoulder and press my lips to the side of his face.
“That was fun. Thanks for suggesting it.”
He shrugs. “You’re welcome. You can repay me when we get home.”
“Promise?” I ask as we reach the front door. Freya is jogging ahead, clearly eager to get herself cleaned up. As we all climb into the elevator together, I tug them each under my arms where they fit so flawlessly.
This moment couldn’t feel any more perfect. At least for the rest of the ride. Because as soon as the doors open, everything changes.
Rule #33: Eventually, it’s time to come clean.
Freya
“Maa?!” I shriek. I leap away from Archer and Julian, caughtsomewhere between terror and excitement as I stare into the eyes of my mother, who I haven’t seen in almost a year.
I sprint off the elevator and wrap my arms around her neck, squeezing her tight. Then I pull away and stare at her again as if she’s a mirage and not really here.
Amelia is standing by her side, sheepishly waving to me.
“What are you doing here?” I shout.
“Surprise,” my mother says with a little show of fanfare.
My gaze shoots to my best friend. “Were you in on this?”
She shrugs with a coy grin. “Maybe. We wanted to surprise you for your big day. We went to your place first, but you weren’t there, so then I figured you’d be at Julian’s.”
She gestures to the two men standing behind me, and all the blood drains from my face. This can’t be happening. Not like this.
I still have sticky white cum drying against the skin on my legs, probably noticeable if she were to look, so I slam my legs together, hoping to hide it.
This is not how I imagined telling my family about my relationship. Granted, it’s just my mom right now, but she’s the one I’m most terrified to tell.
Her gaze flits over to Archer first. “You must be Julian?” she asks with a hint of confusion in her voice.
“No, ma’am,” he replies politely as he puts a hand out to shake. If I could climb out of my skin, I would. “Archer Wilde. It’s nice to finally meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too,” she replies with uncertainty.
“I’m Julian,” the man on my other side says as he puts his hand forward. She’s still shaking Archer’s while giving me a look with her brows pinched together.
