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“No one has ever come close to you, Owen. No one has ever made me—”
“Shut up,” he hissed, grabbing my cheeks and hauling me back to his mouth.
“I love you,” I confessed, searching his face for a reaction as best I could, considering how close our faces were. The top corner of his lip twitched and his cock pulsed against mine, then spurts of hot wetness leaked over his fingers and down our dicks.
“I love you,” I said again, relishing the way the truth of it settled in my chest like the answer to every question in my life that had ever gone unanswered. “I eat the cheese because I love you, and I walked away from you the first time because I loved you, and I sent a plane for you because I love you, and I’ll let you leave me on Monday because I fucking love you, Owen, and I know that doesn’t count for anything anymore. But I can’t stop it. I can’t fucking stop it.”
Owen shut me up again, grabbing my face, now with his cum-covered hand, and slanting our mouths back together. He kissed me with as much focus, but ten times more tenderness than the other times, and I went soft against him. Leaning into his hands and his mouth, my aching cock long forgotten between my legs. Owen kissed me like he believed everything I said and that the truth was enough. It was enough to make me believe that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t get on a plane come Monday, or if he did, he wouldn’t block my number as soon as he got back home. My confession didn’t make things easier for us, but it did make everything feelrightin a way that I hadn’t experienced since my teenage years.
I took over the kiss, took over everything, taking Owen down to the ground. He laughed and spread his legs, making room for me between his thighs. His hole was still slippery with lube from earlier and my dick was slick with his cum, nosing at his hole like it had any right to be there.
“Do it,” he coaxed, lifting off the floor so my tip could notch against him.
“I don’t have a condom on.” I threw a quick glance over his shoulder at the sideboard that had somehow moved a mile out of reach.
“Do it, Archie,” he said my name again and I pushed into him because I’d never been able to tell him no and I wasn’t going to start now.
Owen’s body spread to make room for me, even as I slowly inched inside because the leftover lube was only so wet. He made the most delicious sounds as I filled him and when I finally bottomed out and fell forward, one hand braced on either side of his head.
“I think that’s the most honest you’ve been with me since I gave you that letter,” he whispered.
“How do you do this to me?” I eased out an inch and pushed back into him, drawing a groan from the back of his throat. “How do you lay me bare with such ease?”
“I just asked you about the cheese.” Owen gave me a weak smile and an even weaker laugh. A laugh that turned into a moan when I started to move in and out of him with short, measured strokes. “Just asked about the cheese.”
“If you want to meet my friends, you can meet them,” I promised. “If you want to throw away the cheese, you can. If you want to leave me on Monday, I promise I won’t st—”
Owen covered my mouth with his hand before sliding it over my cheek and around the side of my face. He collared the back of my neck and pulled me into another kiss, and like all the other times he’d given that part of himself to me, I could taste the truth on his tongue.
Hewasgoing to leave on Monday, and he was going to make sure that I kept my word and didn’t ask him to stay. But before I could think about the weight of that reality, before I could decide what that future would look like for me, he wrapped his legs around the small of my back, urging me deeper into him.
“Come inside of me, Archie,” he whispered, he pleaded, he begged. His eyes shone under the glare coming in from the windows, and he knew I’d never been able to tell him no.
So I didn’t.
CHAPTER18
OWEN
After Archie fuckedme on his floor, he took me to the shower and used half of his hand to make sure my hole was properly cleaned and free of cum. He promptly then bemoaned the absence of his jizz in my asshole, fucked me raw, came inside of me again, then finally pried himself away from me long enough for both of us to get dressed.
His phone hadn’t stopped vibrating since we’d sat down at his table with a board of cubed meats and cheeses, the can of spray cheese auspiciously absent from the arrangement. Ignoring me, he glared down at the screen and tapped out message after message before grunting and slamming his phone face down onto the table.
“Is everything all right?” I asked, unable to stop myself from thinking back to when he’d asked me something similar after Frankie had hounded me into answering his calls.
“Just my friends,” he said, tossing a block of cheddar into his mouth.
“Are you missed?”
“Something like that.”
“You can go out if you wanted.” I leaned back and cracked my neck. First on one side and then the other. “I won’t wander off.”
“They don’t want to see me. They want to meet you.”
I rubbed my finger against the bottom of my nose and sniffled. “Is that such a bad thing?”
“They’re just…a lot sometimes.”
