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“Because you invited me.”
Archer shook his head, mouth pulled into half of a frown.
Another vibration, this one longer. My cock leaked and I groaned.
“Why are you here?” he asked again.
“Because I want to be,” I snapped, my voice loud enough to draw attention from some of the nearby guests. The vibration died down and I exhaled a trembling breath. “I’m here because I want to be, okay?”
“Why, though?”
I knew what he was asking of me, and I hated him for it.
When I didn’t reply, Archer leaned in closer, like we were collaborators in on the same little secret. “You can’t expect me to believe that I’m the only man who knows how you like to come. Although, the idea of that is doing wonders for my ego.”
“The last thing your ego needs is to be bigger than it is.”
He arched a brow, the earlier frown now a smirk.
When I thought about all of the things I’d put on the line to be in California with Archer, I didn’t have a good answer as to why I’d done any of them. Frankie would hate it because out of everyone in my life, even though he’d come so much later, he was the one who’d borne the brunt of the emotional fallout from Archer’s leaving. Mandy’s heart would be broken all over again, and when I’d dedicated so much of my life to making sure my sister never shed another tear over Archer Davidson, me being with him behind her back made little to no sense.
“Maybe it’s closure I’m after,” I finally answered, unsure of a better resolution.
“You think a handful of orgasms from me and a return ticket home is going to wrap things up between us with a nice bow?”
I scoffed. “Only a handful?”
“You’re missing the point.”
“No.” I shook my head, cock pulsing in time with my erratic heartbeat. “I got your point. But, no, I don’t think the orgasms have anything to do with it. Maybe being able to leave you on my terms this time is what I’m after.”
Archer studied me quietly, jaw working side to side in silence. Maybe, for the first time ever, I’d left him speechless.
“I can give you that,” he said.
“How gracious.” I rolled my eyes, frustrated at the way he was already able to get under my skin with the simplest of comments. “What about you, Archer? Why did you fly me all the way out here? I know I have a nice dick, but I’m sure this city is crawling with willing partners for you.”
“I’ve never had an issue getting laid, if that’s what you’re insinuating.”
“Then why?” I pressed.
The tip of his tongue darted out, worrying at the corner of his mouth just long enough for me to realize that I was going to regret whatever he said next.
“Because I’ve always liked the way your face looks when you come.”
I swallowed, and an onslaught of vibrations pounded against my already tender and sensitive prostate. Grabbing the edge of the table for leverage to stop myself from sliding onto the floor, I grit my teeth through as much of the pleasure as I could manage. “Stop it,” I whispered, glancing up at him from beneath my lashes.
“Didn’t you hear me, Owen? I said I like the way your face looks when you come.”
The vibrations went steady and I knew I was about to come in my pants.
“Not here,” I begged, shoving a hand between my legs and pushing down on my engorged and painful shaft. My dick hurt, my balls hurt, my entire body hurt for how much tension had strung through me.
“Why not?”
“Arch—” I swallowed down the rest of his name when the vibrator went still inside of me.
Something indecipherable flashed across his face and I looked away because the softness in his eyes added another complicated layer to the feelings that had been cycling through me since the weekend before.
