Chapter 32
Archer
Three weeks later
“Hey man, it’s me again. I just popped over to the docks to see if you were at the fight tonight, but it looks like it busted up before it even started. Hope you’re doing okay? I’d love to grab a drink sometime.”
Glancing down at my phone, I hit the End Call button. It’s the third message I’ve left for Rex this week. I’m starting to get the feeling he doesn’t want to be my friend anymore.
You think?
It’s been months since I’ve spoken to him, and even with everything going on with Julian and Freya, I miss having a friend.
It’s still early in the evening as I walk back toward the apartment. It’s over an hour’s walk from here, but I don’t mind the quiet. I have a lot on my mind, and it feels as if my life is caught in a tornado that picked me up where I was and is about to drop me in a totally new location.
The man I was six months ago was alone and on a path of destruction. The man I am today is in love and happy and hasn’t had a black eye in months.
A new text pops up on my phone, and I glance down eagerly, hoping for something from Rex. Instead, it’s our group chat, which I have recently named Elevator Orgy.
Freya: Arch, where are you?
She’s asking from a place of love and concern. The old Archer would have been annoyed with that text. The new Archer adores it.
Archer: Out for a walk
“Care for some company?” The voice from behind me makes me nearly jump out of my pants. Turning around, I spot Freya and Julian walking down a residential street toward me. She has her arm looped in his as he smirks knowingly at me.
“You scared the fuck out of me,” I bark, making Freya giggle.
“You never should have shared your location with us,” Julian adds.
“No shit,” I snap. My heart is still pounding a mile a minute in my chest. As they catch up to where I’m standing, still having a minor heart attack, I loop my arm around Freya’s shoulder so we walk three abreast down the quiet street.
“Looking for Rex?” she asks.
A heavy breath escapes my lips as I nod. “Yeah. No luck.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
“How are you feeling, Chef? Two more days. You ready?”
It’s Freya’s turn to let out a hefty sigh. “Everything is ready. Julian had to drag me out of the restaurant and is making me take a break.”
“She was rearranging the knives again,” he says. “She would have been in there all night if I hadn’t forced her out.”
“Good job,” I say to him.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” she says with a wondrous look in her eyes. “I’m actually opening a restaurant. What felt like a dream six months ago is now a reality.”
Julian stops in his tracks. “What’s today?”
I glance down at my watch. “July ninth.”
“We got stuck in that elevator six months ago today. It’s like…our anniversary.”
Freya’s face lights up, glancing up at both of us. “Happy anniversary!”
With a grin, I latch my fingers around her neck, tugging her into my chest as I reach for Julian with the other hand.
The three of us huddle together, taking turns kissing each other to celebrate what feels like a huge milestone, and while six months isn’t really a date people celebrate, it’s the first time any of have really taken the time to count how long it’s been.
We’re all in quiet contemplation as we continue to walk, and I wonder if they are also thinking about how much has changed in these few months. How much we’ve discovered about ourselves and about each other.
“We’re not walking all the way back, are we?” Freya asks.
“No, Chef,” I reply. “The Métro line has a stop down the street.”
“I can call Lucien,” Julian argues.
Freya gasps. “It’s after nine. You leave that man alone. We can take the Métro.”
I chuckle as I press my lips to the side of her head.
As we reach the stop, we jog down the steps together, using our passes to get to the line we need.
I take a little pride now in knowing that I no longer have to check the transit map anytime I need to get anywhere.
I’ve learned my way around this city, making it feel like home.
I’ve even picked up a little French. Julian has been teaching me and Freya so we don’t just rely on him to speak for us anymore.
My future is growing more and more clear every day.
The three of us climb onto the train, which is mostly empty this late at night. There are a few people scattered here and there. As we take our seats, sitting facing each other, Freya stays nuzzled into Julian’s side.
He has a devilish look on his face that has me wondering what he’s thinking. With Julian, it’s hard to tell if he’s plotting something evil, something sexy, or just thinking about something wholly innocent. The expressions are all the same.
Glancing around the train, he says, “Remember Freya’s fantasy that she told us about in the elevator that night?”
The corner of my lip lifts. “Yes.”
She turns her gaze to him, surprise and excitement written on her features. Her thighs press together beneath her black cotton skirt.
As Julian leans over, pressing his mouth to her ear, I watch as he whispers something I can’t hear. Freya bites her lip, squeezing her thighs even tighter. She’s giving me a look like she wants to cook me up in her restaurant and eat me alive.
The only other people on the train are behind her and on the other end.
After glancing cautiously back at them, she turns toward me and looks me straight in the eye as she slides her hands up her dress.
Then, without exposing herself, she shimmies off her lacy panties, drawing them all the way down her legs and over her boots.
With a smirk, she places them in Julian’s lap. Looking sexy as fuck, he holds them up to his nose and gives me a deliciously wicked wink.
“You two are gonna be the death of me,” I whisper, adjusting myself in my seat. With my arms along the back of my seat, I stare at them and wait for their next move.
Julian leans over and whispers in her ear again. Tugging her bottom lip between her teeth, she slyly moves from her seat and over to my lap.
Once she sits down, she looks into my eyes.
“Hi,” I say in a low, sultry whisper.
“Hi,” she whispers back.
My left hand rests on her thigh for a moment as I nuzzle my face in the crook where her neck meets her shoulder.
Breathing in her scent, I drag my hand up slowly.
Slipping under her dress, I bury my fingers between her legs and softly pet her moist cunt.
She flinches with a muffled whimper that has my cock thickening in my pants.
“You like the idea of me touching your pretty pussy on this train?” I murmur into her ear.
She nods her head.
“I can tell you do,” I reply as I continue playing with the lips and clit between her legs. “You’re soaked, baby.”
Her hips are canting back and forth as I toy with her. Julian licks his lips as he watches, and I can’t get over how perfect we are together. How each of us complements the others, never shaming each other or shying away from what we enjoy.
The Métro comes to a stop, and the guys get off. I freeze with my hand hidden under Freya’s skirt. When the train starts moving again, we’re the only ones in the compartment.
It gives me the courage I need.
“Get up,” I say in a quick command.
Glancing behind me cautiously, I quickly unzip my pants and pull out my cock, barely hidden by Freya’s body. As I pull her back onto my lap, she lets out a high-pitched gasp, her wet heat swallowing my cock as she lowers.
“Fuck yes,” Julian mutters before clenching his teeth.
Freya moans but holds still. For all we know, there are cameras in these train cars that are watching us right now. It might be private-ish, but not private enough for her to bounce up and down on my cock the way she wants to.
She must love this, though, because her pussy is soaking my dick. Leaning back against my chest, she keeps up the subtle tilting and grinding of her hips. I grip her thighs in my hands as the Métro moves, turning and slowing toward another stop.
“You two are so fucking hot right now,” Julian says as he watches us. “How does she feel, Arch?”
My lips drag along the side of Freya’s face, kissing her soft skin. “She feels amazing. It’s taking everything in me not to bend her over this seat and fuck her hard.”
“God, I’d love to watch that,” Julian replies. “Baby, lift your dress a little and let me see.”
Freya pulls up the front of her dress just enough for him to see where I’m stuffed inside her.
He lets out a moaning sound as he bites his knuckles. “Fuck me, that’s hot.”
She keeps up her delicate movements just as the train starts to slow again. I glance up at the map to see we’re approaching the center of the city, which means more riders will likely be getting on.
As the doors open, I sit up a little straighter, keeping Freya still on my dick as passengers fill the aisles. It’s not completely full, but it’s packed enough for people to watch us if I was to start bouncing Freya on my lap.
She tenses, suddenly uncomfortable thanks to the rowdy group of men who’ve inhabited the seats on the other side of the aisle. To my surprise, she doesn’t pull away from me. She stays, but having to be completely still when all I want to do is fuck her is torture.
As the train starts to move, the momentum causes her to grind on my lap, and I have to hide my face in her hair. I bite back my groans and sounds, as does she. The rocking motion is the only friction we get, and it’s brutal.
When I wrap an arm around her waist, she holds my hand, bringing herself closer to me. Then we move with slight shifts, nearly unnoticeable micro thrusts that no one would see but only we can feel.
I hear her delicate breathing as I move inside her.
When I lose control and thrust upward a little too hard, she whimpers, and Julian starts coughing to hide it.
But now that I’ve started, I can’t stop.
I hold her hips tight in my hands and jerk my hips upward.
Her cunt squeezes around my dick, and I slip, feeling the orgasm building at the base of my spine.
“I’m coming,” I growl in her ear.
“I feel it,” she replies.
Trying to stay as neutral as possible, I hide my face from the rest of the passengers as I come, my cock jerking and unloading inside her. When the orgasm fades, I relax against the seat and make eye contact with Julian.
He’s laughing to himself, holding his fingers over his lips to hide his expression. Then Freya gets a case of the giggles, and I’m still in some postsex high so I feel like I’m walking on clouds.
She stays on my cock for the rest of our ride, which is only two more stops. As we reach our station, Freya mutters, “Ready?”
“Ready,” I reply.
Then, in a deftly quick maneuver, she lifts from my length and hovers over me so I can stuff my dick back in my pants and zip them up. Then the three of us quickly exit the train car. As we walk, Freya stays under my arm with a satisfied smile on her face.
Whether she actually finished or not, it’s clear she loved that. It reminds me a bit of that night when Julian let me “mark” him. It wasn’t all about the act itself. It was about having someone who entertains our fantasies without judgment.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” she mumbles with a bashful grin.
“Is that what you had in mind, Chef?” I ask.
“Yes, but…” she starts.
“But what?”
We’re climbing the stairs out of the Métro station, coming up just a block from our apartment building. As we reach the top, she turns toward us and mumbles under her breath, “It’s leaking all over my legs.”
Covering her face in embarrassment, she takes off toward home.
I turn toward Julian and see that he and I share the same expression of arousal at that thought. Walking behind Freya, I throw my arm over his shoulder and press my lips to the side of his face.
“That was fun. Thanks for suggesting it.”
He shrugs. “You’re welcome. You can repay me when we get home.”
“Promise?” I ask as we reach the front door. Freya is jogging ahead, clearly eager to get herself cleaned up. As we all climb into the elevator together, I tug them each under my arms where they fit so flawlessly.
This moment couldn’t feel any more perfect. At least for the rest of the ride. Because as soon as the doors open, everything changes.