Chapter 49 Wolfe
FORTY-NINE
WOLFE
Am I a terrible person? Yes, but also funny.
Over the last two weeks, a plan began to form, and since I am so committed to the bit, I have to see it through.
It takes about a week for it to all come together.
Thankfully, Seaborn is home, spending time with his dad, so we have the apartment to ourselves, which leaves me to go full-out romantic gesture in the funniest way a few days later.
Archangel has a full day of classes on one of my short days, so I use my time to enact my plan.
I make a few of the guys come over and help me clean off our rooftop deck, loving the callback to how this all started. We hang string lights and a ton of lanterns, which we fill with tea light candles.
There is a little area toward the back with a partly shaded roof and we hang more lanterns and tie flowers around the supports. It’s cozy and private. Last, I cover the whole path from the door to the area in white rose petals.
“We did good,” I say, standing back to take in the scene.
“Are you proposing?” Ridgeway asks, looking at the space when we’re finished.
“Something like that.” I grin, not about to tell anyone what I’m planning.
“It’s either yes or no.”
“It’s somewhere in the middle.”
“How is it between yes or no?”
“I can’t really explain.”
Ridgeway just shakes his head.
“Bro, it’s better not to ask a goalie anything,” Savage cuts in. “They’re just not gonna tell you unless they want you to know.”
“I forget how much I hate all of you.”
“Need anything else?” Lovelace asks, assessing me like he knows what I’m up to.
“No. Thanks, all of you. I love you guys.”
“Anything for you.” Savage offers a fist bump, then pulls me into a hug, and the other guys follow.
“Same to all of you. Even if we never play together again, all of you are brothers to me.”
I’m on edge for the next hour until Archangel gets home.
Finally, he walks in the door looking like a fucking snack, like always.
I get up to kiss him.
“You smell good,” he says, putting his arms around my neck.
“Thank you.”
“We going somewhere?” He eyes me because usually at this point in the day, I’m in sweats.
“No.”
“Just get home?” He slides his hands down to my pecs, feeling the sweater I’m wearing.
“Nope. I’ve been home all day.”
He narrows his eyes.
“I have something to show you.” I take his hand and pull him to the stairs, which I’d also filled with lanterns after the guys left.
“Wolfe, what is this?”
“You’ll see.” I lead him behind me.
We get to the roof deck, and I step outside, releasing his hand, waiting for him to react.
“Wolfe…”
I back up, gesturing for him to follow me.
“What are you doing?”
“What do you think I’m doing?” I cannot stop smiling.
“This is a really elaborate prank. You cannot be serious.” He tentatively follows me, taking in all the details until he’s next to me.
“You told me I need to get down on my knee.”
“Knees,” he corrects.
“I can’t get down on my knees without proposing.”
“Don’t start.”
“I’m not kidding. I have to marry you.”
“You better not be proposing!”
I drop to one knee. “Why not?”
“I cannot believe…” He trails off when I grab his belt.
“Archangel?”
“Yes?”
I unbuckle his belt and pop the button on his jeans. “Will you...”
He narrows his eyes as I slide down the zipper. “If you ask me to marry you with my dick out, I will never forgive you.”
“Will you let me blow you?”
“Fuck you.”
“Is that a fuck you yes, or a fuck you no?”
“Did you seriously do all this just to blow me?” He’s smiling but is clearly reevaluating all his life choices.
“Kill two stones with one bird.” I brush my lips over his stomach.
“That doesn’t even make any sense.”
“Nothing makes sense. And I don’t think it’s meant to. I want you forever, and I need you to come in my mouth, Angel.”
He runs his fingers through my hair. “I love how ridiculous you are.”
“So is that a fuck you yes, or a fuck you no?” I mouth over the fabric of his boxers covering his dick.
“You’re not going to do it out here?!” Archangel looks at me like I’ve lost my last shred of sanity.
“Why not?”
“I think you have a risk kink! We are on a roof. There are taller buildings and windows.” Angel groans, rocking into me.
“It’s darkish,” I say, completely ignoring the soft glow of all the lanterns. “It’s mostly private!” I gesture at the soft fabric billowing around us.
“Take me inside!” He tugs my hair.
“Just ruining the moment.” I suck on him through the material.
“Fuck. Get up!” He drags me down the stairs, kissing me all the way while we strip each other.
Finally, he’s all laid out in my bed with swollen lips and messy hair. One knee is bent while the other stretches out lazily, showing off his massive quads, cut abs, and his perfect cock lying heavy against his stomach.
“You are so fucking hot.” I press kisses to the inside of his thighs as I settle between them.
“Not as hot as you look down there. Fuck. You have no idea how many times I’ve pictured this.” He half-sits, touching my face and shoulders.
“How many times?” I skim my nose along the crease of his hip.
He exhales sharply as I flick my tongue over the sensitive skin. “Too many to count.”
I nip lightly, then turn a little to rub my jaw, barely across his cock, making it jump.
“Fuck.” He grabs my hair.
I laugh softly, turning my attention to his already leaking tip.
“I am not going to last long if I’m this worked up and you’ve barely touched me.”
“I love how easy you are for me.” I wrap my hand around his base and press my lips to his head, getting my first taste of him. It’s similar to mine, which I’ve tasted.
“Wolfe!” His fingers tighten in my hair.
“Yes?” I breathe over his tip, then dip my tongue into his slit.
“You are killing me.”
“Good,” I say before taking him into my mouth.
It’s nothing like I imagined, but I like it.
Archangel’s reactions alone make it sexy as fuck.
I love working him up and getting him off, but it turns me on too.
I take him deeper, rolling my hand to meet my lips like I’ve seen others do while tracing my tongue over him.
I can’t take him as deep as he takes me, but that doesn’t seem to bother him.
He releases his grip on me and falls back to the pillows, groaning.
“You are so fucking hot.”
I slide my hand up his stomach to grab his pec, thumb rubbing over his nipple, glancing up at him.
“Wolfe. Fuck. Don’t look at me. You’re going to make me come so fast.”
I smile as much as I can with a dick in my mouth and take him a little deeper while using my free hand to grab his balls lightly.
I suck his dick like my life depends on it and it does.
He’s never going to marry me after all this build up if it sucks!
Okay, he totally will, because I’m never leaving him alone ever, but he might be grumpy.
I’m determined to get as good at blow jobs as he is. I swirl my tongue over his shaft, using my hand in conjunction with my mouth.
“Yes, harder. Please.”
I tug his balls and then massage them while stroking him faster and teasing my tongue under his head because I love when he does that to me.
“Oh fuck, shit, Wolfe, I’m going to come.” He tries to pull me off, but I’m not about to let him.
If I’m doing it, I’m doing it. “I’m going to—” His breathing hitches.
“Fuck, Wolfe!” My name on his lips is so damn sexy.
I keep up my rhythm, and he loses it. I get my first real mouthful of cum, and it’s not bad.
The taste is stronger than expected, but I don’t have time to focus on it as I watch him completely come undone.
It is my favorite thing in the world and even better feeling him pulse on my tongue.
There’s nothing better than making him happy and making him come.
More than even a shut-out game. I’m unbelievably hard and horny when he finally pulls me off his cock.
I crawl up to half lay on top of him. “You are so hot when you come.”
“You swallowed,” he says, totally blissed out.
“Did you think I wouldn’t?”
“Yeah, a little.”
“If I’m going to try something, I’m getting the full experience.”
“It’s just very…”
“What, gay? Because it’s way less gay than fucking you.” I tease my tongue between his lips.
“What? That can’t be right.” He looks doubtful.
“Face to face with a man while inside him? Way more gay. That’s some love shit.”
He rolls his eyes, kissing me back harder. “Then why did it take you so long?”
“I told you, I was saving myself.”
“I can’t with you.”
“I have to say, though, the most gay thing we do is kiss, and we were doing that right away, so you should have never doubted me.” He shoves my shoulder, but doesn’t move me at all.
“Right, so wrong of me to not see how gay that was. My mistake.” He just laughs. “I really thought you were going to propose. I can’t believe you did all that for a blow job.”
“Oh, I am.”
“I know you will eventually, and if you did all that for a blow job, proposing better top it.”
“It can be both.”
“Stop messing with me. I’m trying to be serious.” He rolls us a bit so we’re both on our sides.
I go willingly, smiling. “I’m not messing with you.”
He presses his eyes closed, clearly annoyed.
“Angel, look at me.” I wait for him to open them back.
“Everything we faced together showed me there is no one else I want by my side for the highs and the lows. Nothing bad touches me knowing I go home to you. Waking up with you next to me is the greatest joy I’ve ever experienced.
You have been my only family for a long time, and I’m so in love with you, carrying it makes my chest feel like it’s going to crack if I try to contain it any longer. I want to be your husband.”
“You’re fucking serious, aren’t you?” Tears shine in his eyes.
I cup his cheek. “I’m completely serious. Will you marry me, Wilder?”