“That’s my girl,” he whispered as he urged me up, and then we were rocking together, and I spiraled up and over the edge as the tension burst. He chased my orgasm and came with his lips on my shoulder and his hand on my clit, pulling another orgasm out of me. When we collapsed this time, I was fucking boneless.
And Jake was on his way.
“We still have at least ten more minutes,” Archie murmured. “Can I see if I can make you come again?”
For real?
I glanced up at him. “I don’t know if I can.” Not after all that.
“Oh… that’s a challenge I want to win.”
I was on my back and his mouth was on my pussy and my brain melted.
I don’t know if I came, or if I ever stopped coming, but I was a wreck by the time Jake texted to say he was there, and we still needed to pull our clothes back on.
Chapter Eight
There are strings
“Take a shower,” Archie suggested as he dragged on his shorts. “I’ll take Jake into the entertainment room. Come find us there?”
“Sure,” I said, still on the boneless side, and then Archie leaned forward and kissed me again. “Arch…” I caught his hand when he pulled back. “Thank you.”
He grinned. “Always.” Another kiss, and then he had his shirt and tugged it on before using both hands to finger comb his hair. He didn’t leave via the door to his room, but through the door to the adjoining guest room. “Locking this,” he called, then he was out.
Sitting in the middle of the rumpled bed, I pulled my knees up and groaned. Oh, I was aching a little more than I had been on Friday. It was a good ache, but it made me leery of moving fast. Ten minutes and some fantastic water pressure later, I pulled my damp hair back into a ponytail.
The shower had helped. Dressed, I gathered up the leftovers of our burgers and fries along with the rest of my coffee, and then let myself out of Archie’s room to go in search of them.
Jake’s voice carried. “Are you serious right now?”
“As a heart attack,” Archie said. “You’re just bitching because she called me.”
“I’m bitching because half of what’s wrong is your damn fault. If you hadn’t said anything to her…”
I sighed. Nudging the half-open door wider, I slid into the room. Jake and Archie sat on opposite sofas. Archie leaned back, expression—well the best description for it was relaxed and not giving a fuck, but not Jake. He leaned forward, scowling.
“If he hadn’t said anything to me about your plan for Mathieu,” I pointed out. “It wouldn’t have changed the fact you were planning to do something you shouldn’t.”
Jake jerked and stood. He was pale beneath his tan, and there were bruises under his eyes, like he hadn’t slept. I hadn’t really looked at that photo of him and Maria earlier. Not closely. But it didn’t look like he’d shaved today either “Frankie…”
Holding up a hand, I continued, “That’s not okay, Jake.”
“He still shouldn’t have dropped a bomb on you and left. If—if all of that hadn’t happened, last night might have gone differently.”
“Yeah, maybe I wouldn’t have seen bad meatloaf when I came here to yell at you guys, but it wouldn’t change what you were planning to do. He left because I threw him out. I didn’t want him there. Archie telling me the truth—it hurt. But his telling me wasn’t the thing you guys didwrong. Please tell me you see that.”
Groaning, he tipped his head back. “I hated the idea of you dating Frenchy.”
“I got that,” I told him, and pushed farther into the room. “So when does it become you hate me seeing Archie?”
Both of them stilled.
“Or Archie hates that Coop wants to see me. Or Ian. When does this… become all of us breaking up?”
Because that would suck. I would have officially torpedoed the one really great part of my life. Their friendships meant everything to me.
“That’s not going to happen,” Archie said quietly.