God, it was good.
“You better come when we do,” Carson bellowed, both hands firmly on Atticus’s hips.
He took that as permission, fisting his cock and stroking roughly, bringing himself right to the brink.He panted, breathing through his nose because Slade’s big cock was cutting off his airway.He figured he was seconds from hyperventilating or passing out when Carson drove into him one last time, roaring as his cock pulsed inside him.
It was enough to trigger him, his cock spurting in his fist while Slade shouted, cum spurting against the back of Atticus’s throat.
And then it was over.
The three of them fell into a heap on the bed, huffing and panting.Atticus somehow ended up between them, content to be crushed beneath their arms and legs as the sweat on his skin cooled.
“This is good, huh?”he said, breathing hard.
“Damn good,” Carson agreed.
“I think we should do more of this.”
Carson lifted up, propping himself on one arm.“Yeah?”
“Definitely.Let’s just keep it casual from here on out.Just fucking.”
No one said anything for several beats.
Atticus turned his head, looking at Slade.“You good with that?”
“I guess I’ll have to be.”
Atticus noticed Slade’s gaze shifted to Carson when he said it, and he could sense the man’s vulnerability.
Only time would heal those wounds, but it wouldn’t be easy.Chances of these two getting back to where they’d once been were slim.Maybe they could, but Atticus realized he didn’t want to be in the middle anymore.
Complicated wasn’t something he was interested in, and truth be told, this was about as complicated as it got.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
As soon as the meeting let out, Archer spent another hour talking to Atticus, discussing some of the data as well as next steps for the statue case.He’d been relieved that Atticus was already letting him become part of the process, rather than seeing him as the enemy.
After that, he gave more time to Simon, listening as the man tried to wrap his head around Decker Bromwell’s revelation.When it became obvious Simon wasn’t sure how to proceed, Archer told him they’d pick it up tomorrow, then hopped on his Harley and headed to Spencer’s house.Since there was an hour to spare before their date, he was hoping Spencer would be home.
So what if he told the man he preferred a public place for their date?It wasn’t like he couldn’t control himself around the guy.And right now, he wasn’t interested in sitting at a table, making polite small talk, while a server hovered nearby to ensure they didn’t need anything.He wanted some privacy and somewhere quiet so they could talk.
Or hell, they didn’t even have to talk.He was all for watching a movie or whatever.He just wanted time with Spencer.Time to learn every nuance about him.He wanted to hear stories of growing up in a small town, learn what made him happy, sad.He wanted to know everything there was to know about Spencer Elliott, and the only way to make that happen was to spend time with him.
A little while later, Archer pulled up to the house, admiring it the same as he had last time.The green of the plants in the well-maintained flowerbeds, the sprinkle of color throughout.The large boulder propping up an old wagon wheel in the center of the circular driveway.It was a beautiful place, there was no doubt about that.
There were no cars in the driveway, but he knew Spencer parked his car in the garage, so if he were lucky, that was the case now.
After securing his helmet, he walked around the house to the front door.He was halfway across the porch when he heard music.Loud music.“Old Time Rock and Roll” was coming from inside the house.
He slowed when he saw movement through the large glass windows.A smile crept up on his face as he watched Spencer dance across the living room, wearing white socks and a button-down shirt.He couldn’t see what he had on beneath, but Archer had a damn good imagination.
It was quite a good rendition of the iconic scene fromRisky Business, but rather than holding a microphone, Spencer was holding a white tapered candle.And rather than lip sync, he was belting out the words along with Bob Seger.
After a few more creative leg moves, Spencer set the candle on the mantel, then popped the collar on his shirt as he continued to dance across the room.
Oddly enough, it was one of the sexiest things Archer had ever seen.
Because he didn’t want Spencer to catch him watching, he went to the door and knocked, adding some power behind the move to be heard over the music.A moment later, the music cut off, followed by silence.He was almost positive he saw a shadow behind the security hole, figuring Spencer was checking to see who it was.
