For a moment, we gaze at each other, only inches between us.
Normally in situations like this, I would step back—literally and figuratively. I’d give them space and bow out to save face. I’d rather be the one walking away than the one left behind.
Now, because of them, I don’t want to do that anymore. I don’t want to crawl back into the shadows and try to prove my superiority by being alone and miserable.
I understand that Freya is unaccustomed to being with two people in public. I am too. But I want her to know that she is with me as much as she is with Archer.
“You know,” he whispers, wiping a strand of hair from my forehead, “if it were me, I’d show her.”
“Show her what?” I mumble.
“Who she belongs to.”
“You sound like a caveman,” I tease. “Besides, it’s been two weeks, Arch.”
“So?”
When I don’t respond, he slides a large hand around my throat, pulling me closer until our lips are nearly touching. I don’t fight the control. I surrender to it.
“You don’t think you belong to me after only two weeks? You belonged to me that first night we met.”
Heat courses down my spine, and my cock hardens inside my slacks. And deep down, I know he’s right. I do belong to him.
And I want Freya to know I feel the same about her too.
I want to show her.
Heels click on the floor, the sound coming toward us, so Archer releases my throat, and I step away. Freya is still meanderingaround the restaurant, through the kitchen and the rest of the back side of the property. A phone rings, and Delia smiles at me and Archer as she takes the call, excusing herself for a moment.
With the perfect opportunity, I take off into the property to find Freya. She’s checking out the cabinets in the long kitchen as I quickly crowd her against the walk-in freezer door.
She lets out a yelp before I cover her mouth and spin her toward me. With a hand around her throat, gently squeezing the sides of her neck, I crash my lips against hers.
After a moment of hesitation, she melts into the kiss. Her tongue glides against mine, her hands gripping my coat by the lapels.
When I start to unbutton her pants, she gasps and tries to push me away. “What are you doing?”
In the distance, Delia’s voice echoes through the empty restaurant. She’s still up front, but she’d only have to walk through the kitchen and make a right to find us back here.
“I’m proving it to you,” I reply, my voice in a harsh whisper. Quickly unzipping her pants, I shove my hand in and feel the bare lips of her pussy.
She gasps, clinging to my body for support. “Proving what?”
“That you’re mine,” I mutter against her mouth.
She stares into my eyes, hers dilated with surprise and a hint of fear.
“She could walk in any second, Freya. Tell me to stop.” My finger curls, sliding inside her as her eyes roll and her hips tilt.
“Don’t stop.”
She soaks my hand in a second, the flooding sensation making my cock twitch and pulse with need.
Putting my lips near her ear, I growl, “Tell me how much you want this.”
“Yes,” she breathes on a gasp. Her hips are thrusting now, chasing the pleasure of my hand. “I want this.”
Her cunt throbs around my finger, and as much as I’d like to feel her come, I need to feel that perfect mouth again.
