Page 105 of Hunt Me

I scoff. “I’ll be with your brothers and Nico. You trust them, right?”

Archie’s eyes narrow. I guess he’s still not over the whole campus thing and how Percy was almost too late to reach me.

‘I won’t go anywhere that isn’t safe, okay? I’ll stay with Percy and Milo at all times, okay? Home and café.’ It can’t get much safer than that. ‘He also hasn’t shown his face in weeks. You probably scared him off.’

Archie blows out a puff of air, then looks over my shoulder at his dad for a long, long moment. When I have his attention again, he licks his lips. ‘Promise you will stay with my brothers. No risks. No club.’

I feel a slight pulse of irritation, but I also understand this is fear talking. It’s not that he doesn’t trust me. ‘Promise,’ I echo with my hands. ‘Café or here, okay?’

‘No club,’ he repeats.

I laugh softly and roll my eyes. ‘No club.’

‘No Leaf.’

‘Baby,’ I sign gently, ‘Leaf’s place is right near here, and Thorne is with him. I?—’

‘No Leaf!’

My hands droop for a second, but I don’t torment him with my refusal to obey his request. It’s not like he’s asking me to stay inside forever. It’s just a few days at best.

‘Okay, okay. No Leaf,’ I vow.

He sags in relief, then grabs me by the face and kisses me hard and possessively. My senses are overwhelmed, and even with my CIs on, I don’t hear everyone leaving the room. I only notice when I pull back and realize we’re alone.

‘Sorry,’ he signs, his fist a little stiff as it makes a circle over his chest.

I pick up his hand, use my thumbs to spread his fingers, then kiss his palm with the pressure I know he likes. “I trust your brothers,” I remind him aloud. “And I trust you.”

He swallows thickly, then takes a single step back. His fingers reach up to graze my jaw, and then they fold into a very familiar sign. One I’ve been thinking about for a while now. One I was terrified was too soon. That might send him running.

And here he is, offering it to me.

‘I love you.’

My eyes get a little hazy as I take his hand between mine, and I respond with my voice so he can hear it from me. “I love you too, Archie. I’msoin love with you.”

He grunts loudly and shoves me against the china cabinet. Behind me, the dishes rattle loud enough for me to hear them clearly, but I’m overwhelmed by Archie’s roaming hands. They dip beneath the waistband of my sweats, beneath the elastic of my lace panties, cupping my cock against his warm, almost desperate palm.

“Here?” I whisper. “Your family?—”

“Gone,” he grunts. “Outside.”

It’s risky, doing it like this. There are probably cameras and other things that will capture what’s about to happen. But I can’t stop him. I don’t want to stop him.

I’m in love with him, and he loves me too, and clearly he wants to seal this with a mutual orgasm.

My lips find his again, and he swallows down my heady groan as his fingers tug at my waistband and then his. He shoves me with his hips, bracing me against the fragile wood of the old cabinet as he takes both of us in his gorgeous, rough palm and squeezes just the way I like.

“Archie,” I groan.

He’s mouthing something against my lips and tongue, and it takes me a moment to realize he’s whispering my name over and over and over, like a prayer.

Like a hymn.

His arm speeds up, and pleasure explodes inside me as my eyes slam shut, and between one shattered breath and the next, I let go. Cum spurts from the end of my dick, and he catches it in his hand, using the spill as lube to stroke himself to completion, his kisses becoming frantic.

He tumbles over the edge a moment later with a sharp grunt into my mouth, his arm stiff, then going limp as he shoots hot ropes all over my lower stomach. His chest presses into me, and then he gathers me into his arms.