Chapter 16
Julian
With the taste of Freya’s arousal lingering on my lips, I let Archer feed me another strawberry.
Red juice slides over my lips and down my chin.
Inside my pants, my boxers are soaked with the evidence of just how much I enjoyed that.
Now, seeing her sated with glazed-over eyes makes me even hungrier for more.
But first…
I step away from the two of them in search of the restroom, but I don’t get far. Archer’s strong hand wraps around my bicep. “Where are you going?”
“To the bathroom. Is that okay with you?” I snark back.
His eyes dance down to my crotch, and I half close my eyes in humiliated resentment.
“Did you…” he asks, a frisky smile playing on the corner of his mouth.
I’m not ashamed, so I hold my shoulders back and reply, “Yes, I did.”
Archer pops a strawberry in his mouth and grins widely. “That’s hot.” He releases my arm and lets me walk toward the bathroom.
Once I shut myself inside, I find my reflection in the mirror, letting out a huff of silent laughter at my appearance. My hair is wild and out of place. I have strawberry stains on my chin, and my lips are still red from rubbing them all over Freya’s perfect cunt.
Fixing my hair, I let a smile stretch across my lips as I relive the entire thing. I don’t know what came over me. I was just supposed to show her how hot it could be. But she purred so nicely from my touch, I was overcome with the desire to hear more.
This is my little sister’s best friend. What the hell am I doing?
Meeting Archer and Freya was never the plan.
Letting it get this far was not in the cards at all.
The question that seems to be ever present in my mind is Now what?
Because I’m sure as fuck not working myself into a relationship.
How did this happen? And how do I stop myself from wanting it so fucking much?
Over the past year, I’ve watched Jack fall in love and corner himself into one half of a blissed-out couple while I sneered in disgust from the sidelines.
I can’t even imagine what he does when he goes home to them every night.
Sit on the couch and whisper sweet nothings to his girlfriend day in and day out?
Meanwhile, I was fucking strangers and living in total freedom.
And now…here I am, on a second or third date, depending on who you ask, with two people who I can’t seem to get enough of. I can’t fucking stand it. This date isn’t even over and I’m already looking forward to the next one. What the hell is happening to me?
It’ll end eventually. Right?
This fire will burn out, and we’ll all be able to return to our normal lives unharmed and well fucked. That’s all I want from them anyway.
With a shake of my head, I unzip my pants and stare down at the sticky mess in my satin briefs. There’s no cleaning this up now, so I quickly undress, tossing them in the trash can before pulling my pants back on without anything underneath.
Instead of feeling shame for coming in my underwear like a teenager, I embody pride instead. When was the last time I did that? So turned on by the taste and feel of someone else’s body that I get myself off without even touching my dick. Is everything with them going to be so new and exciting?
After washing up, I open the door to the bathroom. I’m fully expecting to find the other two making out or already fully fucking on the couch. Instead, I step into the living room to find Archer sitting on the couch with Freya next to him, gently pressing a piece of gauze to his brow line.
“What happened?” I ask.
“He started bleeding again,” she replies, a hint of concern in her voice. “I tried telling him he probably needs stitches, but he doesn’t listen.”
Walking over, I lean in and inspect the split skin above Archer’s left eye. It does look pretty deep, and I have a feeling Freya is right. I also know that Archer is stubborn as hell and doesn’t take advice easily.
“Such a pretty face,” she says, cradling his jaw. “Why would you want to ruin it?”
His hand winds around her waist, pulling her closer. “Let’s go back to what we were doing a few minutes ago. I miss the sound of your moans when Jules had his face up your dress.”
He tickles Freya’s side, and she squeals while trying to open a bandage. “Okay, wait. Let me get this thing on first so you don’t bleed out on my couch.”
As she covers the wound, smoothing the bandage into place, Archer doesn’t even wince. He just gazes at her longingly, and I know for a fact that cut has to hurt.
“Now, wait a second,” I say, dropping onto the opposite side of the sofa, putting Freya between us. “I think someone owes me an apology.”
Freya scoffs as she sets her first aid kit on the small round coffee table. “I don’t owe you anything, Julian Kade.”
When she sits back on the couch, she leans toward me. My arm goes around her shoulders, her back against my chest and her legs extended toward Archer.
Fuck, this is nice.
“You totally underestimated my tastes.”
“That’s because I didn’t fully understand them, but now that I do…” Her voice trails, and I stare down at her perfect lips, realizing I haven’t kissed them yet.
Don’t do it, Julian.
Don’t you fucking kiss her romantically like some lovesick boyfriend.
I’m powerless against those full lips and that yearning look in her eyes. The eyes that have seen me at my worst and still seem to want to find me. I have this feeling that even in the most crowded room, these eyes would seek me out.
Touching her chin, I angle her face up toward me. Our eyes lock briefly before I close the distance and softly caress her lips with mine. Her tongue peeks out, and I meet it with mine, gently gliding as I lick into her mouth.
This kiss is tragically exquisite. The way the world seems to fade away around us. The way she melts into my touch, giving herself to me. The way I still taste a hint of hate on her tongue, spicing up the flavor of the kiss.
From her opposite side, Archer growls lowly as if he can sense it too. The cushions dip as he scoots closer.
His hand on her leg slowly travels up her thigh. The energy in the room changes as if it’s charged with heat. I make brief eye contact with Archer, and I know we’re thinking the same thing. We want to make a move but don’t want to put pressure on her or ruin this delicate balance.
Freya must feel it too, because she softly whispers, “Can we take things slow?”
“Of course,” Archer replies as he pulls his hand from her thigh and scoots away.
She snatches his wrist and puts his hand where it was on her bare leg. “Not that slow,” Freya murmurs shyly as she grips Archer by the back of the neck, latching her lips to his.
He growls against her mouth, and I feel it vibrate through her. I expected being the odd person out would feel awkward, but it doesn’t. Watching them kiss and seeing the pleasure on both of their faces brings me just as much enjoyment as if I was part of the kiss too.
I stroke my hand down Freya’s arm and then up Archer’s. As I drift my fingers up her belly to her breasts, I give the right one a gentle squeeze over her dress, and she responds with a high-pitched moan and an arch in her back.
Archer must remember at this moment that I’m right here because he pulls away from Freya’s mouth and leans toward me for mine.
With a strong hand on the side of my face, he pulls me closer and licks his way into my mouth.
I nearly forgot how good his kisses feel.
Rough and gentle at the same time. As if he’s trying hard not to hurt us. Like we’re precious to him.
It’s nice. But I’d also like to feel what it’s like to see him let go. Be rough with me. Hurt me a little.
In the middle of our kiss, I can feel Freya trailing her mouth along Archer’s neck since she’s sort of pinned between us.
The arrangement is awkward, but this is what I love about threesomes.
The constant movement of frenetic energy from one body to the next.
No shortage of hands or lips or desire. The arousal turns into a circuit of passion coursing steadily through each of us.
And I’ve been in my fair share of them before, but this one feels…different. I’ve never cared so much about someone else’s pleasure before, but it’s almost like because I know the sound of Freya’s laughter, I like to hear her moans even more. And I want to share that with Archer.
I kiss a line down Freya’s shoulder as Archer moves to her neck, peppering kisses along her collarbone.
“We’ll take it nice and slow,” I say, my hands roaming the landscape of her body. “You just tell us when to stop, and we will.”
“I’d like that,” she replies with a satisfied hum.
“You got it, Chef,” Archer mumbles before kissing her again.
This couch is severely overcrowded by our three bodies, but I don’t care. Being cramped in small places seems to be our style anyway.
“I’d love for both of you to stay the night,” she mumbles between his kisses.
As I watch them devour each other, my cock swells with renewed life, aching to be touched. Just the thought of sleeping next to both of them tonight makes it throb even more.
“I’d love that too,” Archer replies.
“But,” she says, curling her hair behind her ear, “I don’t think I’m ready…for, you know…”
I pause as Archer stares at her as if he doesn’t understand what she’s saying. “For sex?”
Timidly, she nods. “I’m sorry,” she says before covering her face.
I’m hit by a wave of fresh indignation. Not at her but for her. For all the pressure she must have felt from lowlife guys who tried to make her think she owed them something. Rage boils under my skin just thinking about it.
Prying her hands away from her eyes, I capture her chin in my fingers and tug her face back toward me. Her eyes widen with surprise, but I force them on me so she can see my sincerity.
“Stop it. Don’t apologize for anything,” I mutter in a dominant tone. “We didn’t come over for sex, Freya. We came over to be with you.”
Her gaze softens. “I know, but last time, I think we would have…”
“Because we were drunk.”
“He’s right,” Archer replies much softer than me. “When you’re ready, just tell us. Until then, we’ll wait. I love that you told us that.”
I too love that Freya is comfortable with us, telling us what she wants or what she doesn’t want. And honestly, I don’t need sex. I’m perfectly content sitting here with them.
Fuck. What on earth has gotten into me?
“We can still do other stuff,” she adds, looping one arm back around my neck while the other grips Archer’s shirt, tugging him closer.
With a grin, he yanks her until she’s lying flat on the couch with her head in my lap. Then he drives his hips between her legs, making her moan loudly as he adds, “Baby, there is a lot more we can do that isn’t full-blown sex.”