Chapter 29 Archangel
TWENTY-NINE
ARCHANGEL
“Excuse me?” I cannot believe what just came out of his mouth. “Am I dreaming?”
He pulls back a little and pinches my nipple, making me yelp. “Clearly not.”
I put my hands over my pecs. “Bitch.”
He grins before getting up and stretching. His shirt rides up, showing off his perfect body. “Are you coming?”
“I want to be coming,” I mutter, getting up.
“I offered to help.”
“I’m still not sure how to feel about that.” I side-eye him as we take the stairs.
“If you’re not into it, you’re allowed to say no.” He opens my bedroom door for me.
I step through and he’s on me. Our mouths crash together, and he’s picking me up. I’m trying to climb him like a tree. He presses me against the wall, giving me more leverage to grind against him, and he’s hard as a rock.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he says when we finally break apart, both breathing hard.
I press my forehead to his, panic crawling up my throat. This is a line we won’t come back from. I know it in my bones. He can easily have sex without it meaning anything, but I know I can’t do that with him.
“Not here,” I say, unable to fully refuse. I want him too badly.
“Please, let me fuck you.” He looks right into my eyes as he says it while rocking his hips against mine.
Does he even know what he does to me? How he can make me feel a million things with so few words?
I am so fucking weak for him.
I want to hate it, but I don’t. I kiss him again. “In my parents’ house?”
“So?” He pushes his hands under my shirt, dragging it up until his thumbs brush over my nipples.
I suck in a breath. “Not in my childhood bedroom. I don’t want that memory to be here—” I cut myself off because I’ve already said too much. If it doesn’t mean anything, why would here matter?
He closes his eyes, rubbing his nose against mine, but he doesn’t ask again, and I’m so fucking thankful because I don’t know if I have it in me to say no again. He grabs my pec, tilting his head to suck on my neck. I nearly melt.
“Do you want me to stop?” He drags his fingers down my stomach, hooking a finger behind the button of my pants.
“No,” I barely manage.
He opens my zipper, roughly taking me in his massive hand. I thrust into his hand and hurry to get his pants off, wanting him in my mouth. I get his slacks open and try to drop to my knees, but he puts a knee between my thighs, preventing it.
“You don’t want to come in my mouth?” I stroke my thumb over his slit, spreading the moisture around.
He grabs my wrist, pinning my arm above my head. “No.”
The fuck?
“What do you want?” I try to grab him with my free hand, but he pins that too, leaving me helpless while he returns to stroking me.
“Maybe I want to watch you come.”
Fuck.
“I want to make you come, too.” I gasp, getting close already. He has no fucking right to be so hot.
“You’ve made me come first, plenty. It’s my turn to be in control.”
“You’re always in control,” I say, pretty sure he has no idea.
“Then let it happen.” He grins, and I chase his mouth, hating and loving him at the same time.
I wrap my leg around his ass, drawing him a few inches closer. “Stroke us together.”
He raises a brow, but presses in, trying it. “Fuuuuck.”
I smile. “Good, right?”
“Unbelievable.” He spits between us, slicking both our cocks so they slide together.
We both gasp, and it’s so deeply sexual. More than just us getting each other off. Our bodies grinding and moving together leaves me speechless. All I can do is watch. He squeezes and rolls his hand, and I thrust again, making him hiss in pleasure.
He groans down my throat, cock thickening. I’m greedy with the sounds he makes. I can’t get enough. I chase his lips, stroking our tongues together. Why does he taste so good. I grab at his arms, wanting him closer, inside me, but I don’t dare say it.
“You’re going to make me come,” Wolfe says, dropping his head to my shoulder, biting lightly before tilting his face like he’s looking between us.
Is he seriously watching us grind together?
I know it feels good, but for him to be watching?
The idea pushes me over the edge, and I lose it all over his hand and my stomach. “Wolfe.”
“Fuck,” he murmurs, strokes faltering while he bucks forward. My cum adds to the sensation, and his thrusts are divine.
He drives his hips in a craze, squeezing both our cocks, leaving me utterly spent and breathless.
I love how rough he is. He’s not careful acting like he might hurt me.
He treats me just like he does on the ice.
I’m rutting into him, chasing his grunts and moans. He has no right being this fucking hot.
I near overstimulation but don’t want him to stop and nearly black out as he comes over me, sensitive and shuddering in bliss.
His hand stops, and we are left gasping the same air. He releases my wrists, picking up his head to look at me. His smile makes him so fucking beautiful. It’s unfair. I grab his hand, bringing it to my lips.
He gives me a questioning look, but before he can ask, I suck on his fingers, licking off our combined release. He groans, emotions washing over his face, from confusion to lust. Finally, he bites down on his lip. “Goddamn.”
“I’m not letting it go to waste.” My lips pull around his fingers in a grin. “We need to get cleaned up.”
“Is it better than that?” he asks softly.
“Is what?” I’m not sure what he means.
“Sex.”
“That was sex.”
“You know what I mean,” he says, and it finally occurs to me.
“Some guys prefer blow jobs. It just depends on what you like.” I cock my head, and before I can think better of it, I say, “Haven’t you had anal with a girl? You said an ass was an ass?”
He shakes his head slowly. “Never.”
“We need to shower.”
“You didn’t answer.” Wolfe keeps me against the wall.
“Yes, I did. It depends on what you like.”
“Do you think it’s better?”
I put my hand on his face and look into his eyes. “There’s nothing better.”
“I want that with you.”
“Me too.”
And now I’m sure it will kill me. To have him that close, inside me, the connection. Coming with him.
I love how easy this is for Wolfe. He acts like he’s spent his whole life in these circles, rubbing elbows with all my parents’ affluent friends.
He’s more comfortable than I’ve ever been with them.
I always thought they treated me differently because I was gay, but they know we are together, so maybe it’s just me.
It really sinks in that I’m the problem. I’m not the right kind of gay. If only I were a perfect, sporty, masculine example of manhood, then sucking dick would be fine.
The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I fucking play hockey but because I sound like I do, and dress like I do…
Wolfe meets my eyes from across the room, taking me out of my spiral, because I know that look. He’s pleading with his eyes for me to come rescue him. I love that I know what he needs without a word.
I grab two flutes of champagne and slip in next to Wolfe, offering him the drink.
He takes it while slipping an arm around my back. “Hi, Sweetheart.”
My uncle wrinkles his nose, but he schools his face quickly. “Can we expect your nuptials quickly after your sisters?”
I exchange a glance with Wolfe, not sure what he wants me to say.
He speaks first. “We wouldn’t want to take away from her day.” Wolfe always finds an elegant way to say what needs to be said. I’m sure my uncle will be happy and move on when Wolfe continues, “But I’m not sure I can wait that long.” He leans in and presses a kiss to my temple.
A shiver runs through my entire body, and I don’t know what to say.
I want a reality where this is real.
“And you shouldn’t. I know I’m not the only one who’s excited to have you as part of the family.”
“I won’t. I’ve been thinking about getting on my knees a lot.” Wolfe looks me right in the eyes as he says it.
I blanch, feeling my cheeks heat. Did he really just make a gay joke to my uncle?! I don’t know if I should be turned on or impressed.
“Well, congratulations. I’m happy for the both of you. I look forward to seeing where you get drafted, Atticus.” My uncle claps on me the shoulder and excuses himself to get another drink.
“Thinking about getting on one knee all the time, are you?” I say in a mocking tone. I can’t even bring myself to believe he meant the other kind of get on your knees.
“I didn’t say one knee.” He winks.
I don’t take his bait. “You said you can’t wait before any knees were discussed!”
“And?” He’s still smiling, and he’s too hot for normal brain function.
“So you’re thinking about proposing now?” I don’t know why I’m so stuck on the point. Maybe I should be more focused on the getting on his knees part.
“Did you want me to tell him no?”
“We haven’t been together that long. Everyone would have accepted we aren’t there yet.” My eyes burn.
“I’ve known you more than half of my life. You think I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with you?” he says it so easily. So simply.
It can’t be that fucking easy.
“Easier now, too, that we fuck.”
He steps in closer, backing me into the wall, while lowering his voice. “You haven’t let me yet. How would I know?”
“I’ll let you anytime you want when we are back home.”
He presses his eyes closed, a groan slipping loose. He parts his lips, but no words come. Instead, he flexes his jaw, pressing a hand next to my head. Finally, with his lips next to my ear. “Don’t make promises you aren’t willing to keep, Angel.”
Heat fills my stomach, and I want to torture him the same way he’s torturing me. “Can you not handle it, Wolfe? Won’t know what to do with me?”
Another primal growl comes out of him, and I am hard as a fucking rock.
“If you let me—” He exhales and then tries again, “If you open that door, I will take you any time I want you.” He skims his lips under my jaw.
“I’ll come up behind you in the kitchen while you’re making coffee, after practice when you’re scrolling, in the middle of the night… Any whim I have, I will take.”
A whimper I hadn’t intended left me.
“I’ve been starving for months, Angel. Think very carefully before you give me an answer.”