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I had no idea what the night was going to hold, but I needed to know how far Owen would let me take things. Grayson’s words were still loud in my ears, like he was sitting beside me with a bullhorn shouting the warning at me over and over again until I took action. He was right. If I wanted Owen, I would have to fight for him. I would have to show him why I was a choice worth making.
“Would you fuck my friends?” I asked, arching a brow. “Would you suck them off?”
He swallowed, head barely moving left to right. Relief flooded my chest, and I let out a slow breath. “I don’t share my toys well. So I’m perfectly happy with that answer.”
“I don’t wantthem,” he said. “I’m fine to be around other people doing stuff. I don’t even mind doing things…with you…around other people, I just…”
“Message received. Don’t worry,” I promised. “If I asked you to sit at my feet, would you do it?”
“I never have…” he trailed off, but his cock thickened and spasmed, lifting off his leg before landing back against his jeans.
“But you don’t hate it.”
“Apparently not.”
“What if I made you rub your dick against my shoe, against the couch, against the wall?” I asked, “What if I asked you to hump inanimate objects to keep yourself hard until I decided I wanted you to come?”
Owen dropped his head against the headrest and closed his eyes, hips rising off the seat with a sharp thrust. He clearly liked that idea and the tightness between my own legs proved that so did I.
“Do you think I could make you come just from talking?” I reached over and curled my fingers around his thigh, giving him a rough squeeze. Owen let out a breathy moan and answered with another twitch of his cock. Precum leaked out the slit and pooled against his leg.
He rolled his head to face me, eyes hooded and dark, then his answer took my breath away. “I don’t think there’s any end to the things I’d do for you, Archie.”
CHAPTER20
OWEN
Archie talkedme into a frenzy and by the time we reached the parking lot at Rapture, I was ready to blow, but when he told me to put my cock away and get out of the car, I was far from surprised.
This was the game between us, the push and pull of pleasure and need. He liked to make me hurt for him, and even after all this time, I liked the pain. It wasn’t typical, but neither were we.
“I’m not a submissive,” I reminded him as we rounded the back of the car to head toward the looming steps that led into the club.
“I know you’re not,” Archie said thoughtfully. “But Iama Dom.”
I bit the tip of my tongue until it hurt, using the forced silence to think about what those very short and simple words meant for me. For us.
He chuckled, mouth pulling into a wry grin before he stretched his hand out for mine.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
I didn’t think I was, but I slid my hand into his and let him guide me up the stairs and inside. It was dark and loud, and Archie pulled me close to him, his lips warm and wet against my ear.
“I’m glad you’re here with me.”
My heart skipped, but before I could reply, he was leading me up the stairs to the private loft that his friends seemed to favor over the dance floor. He stopped in front of the playroom I’d been in with Val the first night I saw him again. The door was closed this time, and Archie stared at the knob, the small green panel indicating the room was open for use.
“I thought you were a ghost,” he whispered, pulling our bodies together. His back rested against the railing and mine against his chest. Archie reached one hand around, softly pawing at the dangerously hard erection he’d made me put back into my pants. “I never thought I’d see you again and there you were, coming with my name on your tongue like it was just yesterday.”
“Leave the poor man alone,” Flynn interrupted, coming up to the top of the stairs and shouldering past us with Dalton on his heels.
“Mind your own business,” Archie shot back.
Dalton laughed and gave Flynn a shove, then Grayson and Rob were cresting the stairs, Grayson’s observant gaze tracking over Archie and me, lingering just for a beat on Archie’s hand and the bulge between my legs. When he looked up, he licked his lips and smirked, then headed after the others. Rob looked over my shoulder, his expression wary, but otherwise indecipherable.
“What was that about?” I asked after they’d gone.
“He doesn’t want me to make a bad decision,” Archie said in my ear.
