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“Why not here?” he asked again, reaching into his pants and pulling a black leather wallet out. “You’re the one who said you wanted to make it fun.”
I had said that, but I’d clearly had no idea what I was asking for.
Archer waved his credit card at the waiter, who was on him in a flash, taking it off to charge whatever ungodly amount of money our meal had cost.
“I don’t want to come in my pants.”
“What ifIwanted you to?”
“Do you?” I rasped.
The waiter returned with his credit card and a slip of paper, which Archer signed and handed back. He ignored me while he put his card back into his wallet, and he continued to ignore me when he finished off the water in his drinking glass.
“Are you ready to go?” he asked.
“After you answer my question.”
I had no idea how I was going to get out of the restaurant anyway, not with the thickest and hardest erection I’d ever sported in my whole life.
Archer stood and sighed.
“It does seem a waste for you to do it all over your jeans.” He leaned down and whispered, “I’d rather you do it at home in my mouth. Let’s get out of here, Owen.”
Archer grabbed my arm and pulled me up from the table, not giving me any time to hide my cock or get my balance. I stumbled after him to the valet stand, and then happily collapsed into the passenger seat of his car.
We’d just pulled out of the restaurant when my phone rang.
It was Frankie.
I declined the call and turned the phone over so the screen faced the top of my thigh.
It rang again.
“Someone important?” Archer asked.
“A friend.”
“Do you need to take it?”
The ringing ended, then promptly started again. Something about the thought of talking to Frankie, oflyingto him, with my cock hard enough to hammer nails through a two-by-four felt beyond the limits of our friendship.
“Not ideal,” I murmured as I accepted the call. “Hello?”
“There you are.” Frankie’s relief in my ear was palpable, and I wanted to throw myself out of the car and directly into oncoming traffic.
“I’m here.” I did my best to mimic sickness, or at least exhaustion, which was a little less of a stretch. The flight had been long and Archer was as much as he’d ever been. Plus, it was a lot of work to be this devastatingly erect for as long as I had been.
“Your sister was worried.”
“Just her?” I managed a hoarse laugh.
From the driver’s side of the car, Archer watched with one brow raised.
“Of course I was worried too,” Frankie said. “You know how I love you.”
The volume must have been loud enough for Archer to hear Frankie because, at the last comment, Archer’s eyes went wide and his entire head swiveled to face me. I kept my stare focused out the windshield. Let Archer think whatever he wanted about who I was or the things I did. His opinion didn’t matter to me.
“I love you.” I feigned a cough. “I’m just trying to get some rest. But I’m fine, I swear.”
