Page 39 of Turning Tides
“I would if I could, but I have things I need to do in the morning. Which is why I’m going to go upstairs all alone and get some sleep when I would much rather go home with you and tongue-fuck you until the sun comes up.”
I reached down and pressed the heel of my hand against the base of my dick, hoping to get my raging boner to go the fuck away.
“You have such a way with words.” As good as that sounded—and don’t get me wrong, it sounded fucking amazing—I wanted to take him home so I could hold him after the promised tongue-fucking. Waking up next to him, burying my face in the curve of his neck andkissing him awake were things I wanted so much they made my chest hurt.
“It’s a gift.” Archer kissed me one more time. “Okay, get out of here. I need my beauty sleep. I just wanted to give you a kiss goodnight.”
I stole another one, quick but still soft, a tease of lips brushing against each other. It felt like a promise for things to come, so I did it one more time. And one more time, until Archer laughed and stepped away.
“You’re trouble.” His eyes flashed and I dragged my gaze down, noticing that he had the same problem I did. “Get home and get some sleep. If I don’t see you tomorrow, meet me here, same time.”
“It’s a date.” I glanced up at the door to his apartment. “Can I walk you home?”
He laughed again and started up the stairs alone. “Good night, Shane.”
“Good night, Archer.”
When he reached his door, he turned and blew me a kiss, then disappeared inside, closing the door behind him. As if it were the easiest thing in the world to walk away. I stood there unable to move for half a minute or more before finally forcing myself into action. I went back into the bar and locked the door, set the alarm, then slipped out into the night.
The temperature had dropped to unseasonably cold, and I hurried to my truck. Part of me wished that it wouldn’t start just so I’d have an excuse to go back inside and upstairs. Archer was an addiction. If he’d have let me, I’d still be in that hallway stealing kisses. Turning the key, I started my truck and reluctantly drove home.
I’d have preferred it if Archer were with me. The disappointment didn’t run quite deep enough to kill my raging boner, though. I’d never been the type of guy to jerk it while driving, and until thismoment I never understood the appeal of doing that. But my dick throbbed and ached, demanding half my attention. It wasn’t happy with the current position it was in, trapped in my jeans with no relief in sight.
Movie night with Cyrus and Marshall in attendance was going to be impossible. I’d have to be careful not to look too much at Archer, or for too long. Or at all even. Did my dick shrink at the idea of trying to hide my attraction to Archer in front of his brother? I fucking wish. My dick didn’t have a brain, but it still wanted to do the thinking.
Frustrated with myself for being disappointed over Archer not coming home with me, for liking the idea of sneaking around under Cyrus’s nose, I stormed into my house and locked the door. I barely remembered the drive home and that annoyed me even more.
Generally speaking, I was a laid back kind of guy. I did my best to do right by people. I worked hard, even after winning so much money that I wouldn’t have to work again if I didn’t want to. The thing with Archer had wound me up beyond reasonable comprehension.
After a few deep breaths, I was somewhat calm again. Still hard as nails, though, I noticed as I went into my bedroom and stripped down. On a whim, I pulled my phone out. Cupping my dick through my briefs I snapped a picture and sent it to Archer.
Looks like you have a big problem, he responded.
And no one to help me with it, I sent back.
The phone rang in my hand and I nearly dropped it as I fumbled to answer.
“Do you want help?” Archer asked.
I flopped down on my bed and stuck my hand down my briefs. After a couple cursory tugs, I decided it wasn’t quite right. Putting Archer on speaker, I tugged my briefs off.
“I offered to let you help me earlier. But you didn’t want to come home with me.” Wow, that was petulant as fuck.
“It’s not that I didn’t want to,” Archer said, and I believed him. There was something in his voice that was real and honest. He had yet to bullshit me. Even when we talked about things he didn’t necessarily want to share, he gave me the truth.
“What did you want?” I asked. I was fishing for compliments, I realized. Or maybe not compliments, but confirmation that I wasn’t alone in the feelings I was developing. That whatever this was that had started off as great sex, had rapidly evolved into something more than that. Deeper than sex. I liked Archer. He was easy to be with. It’s why I was angry. I was a child deprived of his favorite toy.
“Are you asking me to have dirty phone sex with you, Shane?”
Without answering, I turned and grabbed the lube off my nightstand. After squirting a generous amount into my hand, I rolled back over and grabbed my dick. The lube was cold on my skin and I sucked in a breath.
“Shane, are you jerking off?”
“You bet your ass I am,” I said.
“Tell me everything.”
I closed my eyes and pretended that Archer was in the room with me. Like he was standing in the doorway watching me. “The lube was cold, but it’s already warming up. I used a lot. I like it sloppy sometimes.”
