Chapter 47 Wolfe
FORTY-SEVEN
WOLFE
It doesn’t take much to drag him into the shower. It was pretty empty, most of the guys having finished while we drenched Coach and talked, all of them in a hurry to get out, get drinks, and get laid—the team’s favorite way to celebrate.
I shove Archangel into one of the stalls, close the frosted door, and get the water going before shoving my hands under the hem of his shirt. “I hope you’re ready for how often I’m going to fuck you to make up for the last two weeks.”
He raises his arms, letting me pull off the Under Armor. “You still think you can get it whenever you want?”
“I earned it.” I grab his hand and put it on my dick before shoving off his shorts, revealing a black jock. Gasping, I lean back to drink him in. “Fuck.”
“Like it?” Angel smirks, giving me dimples, knowing how fucking sexy he is.
“Let me see your ass.” I tug my shirt off, needing my skin against his.
He turns, and I’m shoving him into the wall, unable to stop myself.
“I am not going to last long,” I whisper into his ear.
“Good thing we have all night.” He rolls his hips, rubbing his bare ass against my cock.
Fuck.
I drop my face into his hair, harder than I’ve ever been in my life. Quickly ditching the rest of my clothes, I grab his ass with both hands, watching my cock slide between his cheeks.
“I need you to wear one of these when I fuck you later.”
“Good thing I brought more than one.” He arches his back and hooks his fingers in the jock, dragging it down.
I tug him under the water and spin him around, so I can kiss him again. He grabs my ass and rolls his hips, making our cocks slide together.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp into his mouth.
“Good, right?” He wraps an arm around me, forcing me in tighter.
The warm water aids the glide, making everything ten times better. Just when I think we’ve had the best sex of my life, it gets even better. I’m so in love with him, and it hits me like a ton of bricks.
I’ve never loved anyone in my life.
And I think I’ve been in love with him for a long time. There’s no one else who has ever come close to the way I feel about Archangel. The feelings threaten to crack my chest wide open. I’m so overwhelmed with them and how his body feels against mine.
I’m wrecked with it. A fucking mess.
And that terrifies me.
Because relationships don’t always last. I thought losing his sister wrecked me, but I was never in love with her. Those feelings were all ego and being betrayed.
It’s always been him.
I’ve never been scared of anything in my life after I left hell. When your earliest memories are hell, nothing seems so bad.
But there is something worse than anything my parents could ever do to me.
I’d die if I lost him.
I fight the wave of emotion, grabbing his face to kiss him harder.
He hooks a leg around my hips, grounding me back in our bodies. My tears mix with the water, and I’m glad he can’t see them.
“I cannot get enough of you,” I say instead of the words traced into my soul, because if I don’t say something, I’ll explode. “You don’t even understand what you do to me.”
“If it’s anything close to what you do to me, I think I know.” His fingers slide into my hair. “You’re going to make me come.”
“I want to make you come for the rest of your life.”
He laughs, and I realize how that sounds. But it quickly turns into a moan when I wrap a hand around both of us, needing to fall over the edge before I get stupid.
“Are you going to come for me, Angel?”
He whimpers and nods. “I’m close.”
I roll my hand, thrust into him, and watch him come completely undone. He’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. His eyes meet mine, and he gasps, cum splashing between us.
“Come with me.” His head falls back, exposing his throat.
I kiss down his neck and explode, wrecked with the intensity of it.
We stand there for a long time, breathing hard.
“Hurry the fuck up. The bus is going to leave soon,” Seaborn calls from somewhere way too close.
“Shit.”
We both wash ourselves as quickly as possible.
In under an hour, we’re all in a club with bottles of champagne and shots lined up.
“The wedding’s going to be fun.”
Angel makes a face. “I forgot we have to see Mark again.”
“He’ll get over it, or we’ll ruin his day, and frankly, I’m fine with both.”
He rolls his eyes but is smiling. “Want to go a few days early and stay with my grandfather?”
“I’d like that.” Maybe in that time, I’ll figure out how to say what I need to say.
Because we haven’t talked about any of it. Not the draft, or moving, or what he wants to do after we graduate. It’s all hanging on my dream, and I need him to get on the same page.
Would Archangel really be happy being just a WAG? We’ve joked about it, but it might be insulting. What if we end up someplace he can’t even use his degree?
For as close as we are, it’s always been a taboo topic. Neither one of us wanted to discuss what we’d do when I could end up anywhere, and we didn’t have an excuse to sleep under the same roof anymore.
I hate that I don’t know what he wants to do, or if he’d be happy following. I could end up in a city he hates. Or back in the south.
I’m so secure in us and how I feel. I hate this.
“Coach is fucking here!” Savage calls out.
“What?” Cox turns, scanning, and his whole face lights up.
Sure enough, Hawke is in a tight-ass button-down, carefully making his way around the edge of the room, using his cane as much to keep the drunk people at bay as a walking aid.
“He’s already fighting people off,” I yell over the music, teasing Cox.
“Don’t even start. He gets hit on nonstop.”
Coach Hawke is a silver fox and hot as fuck, so I’m zero surprised.
“Did you ask him to come out?”
“I told him the whole team is here, and he should enjoy it,” Cox yells back. “He probably won’t stay long.”
“Maybe he’ll teach me how to fight off all the girls,” Archangel cuts in. “I’m going to need it with this one going pro, considering his reputation.”
“Don’t act like everyone in this room isn’t looking at you,” I say, dragging my gaze down his exposed abs.
“Don’t even try it,” he says, and I know he means my jacket.
I hold up my hands. “I only do that when you’re a risk to both our safety because I’m about to combust.”
Hawke orders us another round of drinks.
And I don’t mean to, but both Archangel and I get pretty drunk.
We’re walking back to the hotel, draped in each other.
“Is that your phone, or does your dick have an upgrade?” Archangel asks.
“What? Did you upgrade my dick without me noticing?” I laugh.
“You’re vibrating.”
I feel my junk. “No, I’m not.”
He just laughs. “Your phone.”
I pull it out and instantly regret it. “My mom.”
“Why don’t you block her?”
“I don’t know, morbid curiosity or something.” I’m too drunk to make up an excuse. “I used to want her to care. And at first I hoped she’d call and ask me to come home and tell me she kicked him out.”
He stops, forcing me to as well because we’re holding hands. He steps into me, wrapping his arms around me. “I’m sorry.”
“As terrible as she is, you make up for every bad thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“Give me your phone.”
I hand it to him.
“I’m blocking her, and if your father steps one toe out of line, I’m blocking him, too.” He hands my phone back.
I shove it in my pocket and wrap up around him. “If anyone acts like shit at your sister’s wedding, I’m blocking them, then.”
“Deal,” Archangel says when we pull back. “I want to make sure we both expect better for ourselves.”
We walk into the hotel and get in the elevator.
“We both need to decide how our new life is going to look.”
“Our new life?”
“I think we have a lot to talk about when we’re sober.” I decide to be brave.
Archangel winces.
“What did I say?”
How did I fuck this up?
“You’re basically saying we need to talk! That’s never good.”
I pick him up in a bridal carry when the elevator opens. “Talk about good things!”
“What kind of good things?” He’s not going to let it go.
“How we’re going to expect better for each other? I want to know how that looks for both of us, and how it will work together.”
“That is a big conversation.”
I set him down to get my key. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Then we’ll figure it out together.”