Page 47 of As The Shifter World Turns

I checked my clock for the ninety-seven billionth time. Archer and I were going to dinner. I was worse than a kid waiting for Christmas morning to arrive. The clock had moved exactly one minute since I last checked.

I’d tried all my normalhelp time passactivities from cleaning, to watching videos of other people in my line of work, to reorganizing my pantry, and yet, time was all but standing still.

It wasn’t helping that I’d been hard as a rock most of the afternoon. Thinking about Archer just did that to me, especially after seeing him with his toy.

“Fuck it.” Somewhere along the line I thought it would be a good idea to not do anything about it—build up the sexual tension or whatever nonsensical shit was in my head.

I pulled my shirt off and worked the buttons on my jeans before getting into the shower. I needed to wash up anyway. Might as well get a little dirty too. Goodness knew I couldn’t stay like this all afternoon.

Stepping under the steamy water, I didn’t even pretend, I reached for some body wash, filled my hand and wrapped it around my cock, letting my back fall against the shower wall, my eyes closed as the hot water fell on me. I let the memory of Archer pulling that diamond dildo in and out of his ass flash through my mind, but of course it morphed into my fantasy of what I’d have done that night if instead of calling him and catching him in the act, I walked in on him.

“Take it out. Let me see that needy hole.”

And he does, teasing me as he slowly removes it with a twist at the end.

“It’s empty now.” He sticks out his bottom lip. “I don’t like it empty. Fill it for me please.”

“Off the bed,” I command and he immediately complies, so eager and ready for me. “Now bend over, your body leaning on your arms on the bed.” Once again he jumps to obey. “Knees wide. Let me see that hole.”

I come up behind him, giving his ass a smack and loving the way he moans as I do, only encouraging me to give another and another until it’s pinkened so nicely I do the only thing I can—I bite it.

“So good. I like my mark on you.” It’s not the mark I want to leave, but I refuse to let that get in the way of my pleasure, instead lining my cock up with his entrance, grabbing his hips, and sliding into him in one hard, swift motion.

“Micah!” he cries out. “Fuck me. Fuck me so hard.” And I do until?—

Until I came in the shower, my daydream shattered as I rushed back to reality.

Well, at least I wouldn’t show up to our date with a hard on. How wrong I was.

I barely showered for real and got dressed and ready for our date before my cock started to stir.

We met in the hallway. I planned to do it right, being old fashioned by going to his door, but he heard me and joined me with an awkward hug, which was weird given I’d been inside him and we both made each other come long distance a few times.

“I have the perfect place,” I promised. “You’re going to love it.”

We walked down the stairs and into the cool night air.

“Were you going to leave me hanging with the whole perfect place thing?”

“You know Floyd's?” I took his hand, leading him to my car.

He stopped dead in his tracks. “I’m a… I don’t eat?—”

“Don’t eat meat making the steakhouse a bad choice?”

“That.” It wasn’t a secret that he didn’t eat meat, but it was sweet that he didn’t jump down my throat because I would’ve wanted to.

“Next to Floyd’s there’s a new Indian place,” I explained and we picked up the pace. “I pay attention, you know.” I gave his hand a squeeze. “I wouldn’t bring you to a steakhouse.”

“I’d have found something to eat.”

I unlocked the car door and opened it for him. “I wouldn’t have wanted you tomake do. But Indian food has all kinds of vegetarian options.”

“It does.” He climbed inside and I hated that he thought, even if only for a second, that I would pay so little attention to him. How many people had done that in his life—just ignored anything that was different and only paying attention to things that were important to them?

I climbed in, cracking the window, his scent too strong to ignore, sending arousal through me.

“I called to make a reservation, but they didn’t answer,” I explained as webacked out. “Hopefully there won’t be too long a wait. I heard their food is amazing.”

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