Page 90 of Molly Boys

Ev shook his head. “No, it’s just a… lot, you’re big.” He shifted and groaned, the most beautiful sound Archie had ever heard.

Archie pulled back and thrust forward, wanting Ev to make that sound again. He didn’t disappoint. The harder and faster Archie fucked into him, the louder Ev’s cries became. His legs wound around Archie tightly as he rolled his hips, meeting the thrusts pace for pace. Ev’s arms encircled Archie’s body, skimming up to his scalp where his fingers tangled in his thick dark hair and gripped in desperation.

Their tongues duelled frantically. Lost to passion, lost to everything. Skin grew slick and overheated as they greedily devoured each other. Archie thrust harder, burying himself as deeply inside of Ev as he could, never wanting to be separated from him. Sliding his hands up Ev’s arms and pinning them over his head, interlacing their fingers tightly.

“Ev,” Archie moaned against his lips.

Unable to help himself, Ev threw his head back and cried out. Archie felt a pulsing against his stomach and the sudden slick slide of Ev’s semen between their bodies. Pushed over the edge, Archie thrust roughly and felt his release ripped from him as he released thick ropes of his release deep inside Ev’s body.

He released Ev’s hands and collapsed on top of him, unable to catch his breath, his heart hammering. He tenderly slid his arms underneath Ev to hold him close, then buried his face in Ev’s neck and breathed in the scent of his lover.

They lay together, legs entwined and limbs so tangled Archie couldn’t tell where he ended and Ev began. The damp sheets twisted around them like vines anchoring them together as Ev’s hand slowly carded through Archie’s sweaty hair. He could feel the comforting beat of Ev’s heart as he slid down and pressed his ear to his chest. Unaware he was doing so, he let out a low rumble of contentment.

“Archie?”

“Um-hm,” Archie hummed, boneless and sated down to his very soul.

“Do you think magic exists?” Ev whispered.

“I don’t know.” He tilted his head up to look into Ev’s eyes.

“I wish it did,” Ev murmured as he stroked Archie’s face tenderly. “I would stop time for you… and we could exist in this moment forever.”

Archie turned his head and softly kissed Ev’s fingertips. He would too if he had the power. In this bed, in this perfect moment together, the rest of the world didn’t exist, there were no murderers and monsters, no rules. Nothing but the two of them. But that wasn’t reality.

The truth was this was all they would ever be able to have… stolen moments and hidden passion. No matter how he wished different, they couldn’t have a future. Archie being an inspector wasn’t the only barrier. Everett was meant for the clergy. If he became ordained, he would be promised to God and the church.

With a frown, he rolled onto his back, taking Ev with him.

“You have that serious look again.” Ev curled into Archie’s side and propped his head on his hand, stroking his fingers through Archie’s dark chest hair. “Talk to me, Archie.”

Archie released a frustrated breath, turning his dark eyes on Ev and feeling a fresh wave of desire for the flushed and well-pleasured man in his arms.

“Do you regret what we just did?” Ev asked quietly. Archie traced his fingers along Everett’s bare back, absently drawing shapes.

“No,” Archie rumbled, his large hand gripping Ev’s chin as he leaned in and kissed him so softly, a stark contrast to the roughness of his voice. “No,” Archie repeated, his reply earnest. “I will never regret a single moment with you.”

“But there’s no future for us,” Ev murmured, his voice laced with a kind of resigned sadness.

“Ev, your path leads to the church, and I—” He held Ev’s face, closing his eyes as he tried to control the tempest of emotions tearing his insides apart. “Whatever this is… this connection between us. I know it can’t last, but–”

“But?” Ev asked, searching his expression, the need in his eyes reflecting Archie’s.

“But I don’t know how to walk away from you.”

“Then don’t,” Ev breathed, pressing his forehead against Archie’s. “Don’t.”

Archie wrapped Ev in his arms, rolling him back underneath his body as his mouth captured Ev’s and they both lost themselves to each other.

25

Everett and Archie sat bolt upright in bed, startled out of sleep by the door of Ev’s bedroom flying open as Henry burst inside, shut the door behind him quickly, and pressed his back against it, his eyes a little wild. Ev’s stomach clenched in worry. His usually unflappable valet took in Archie and himself sitting in bed, staring at him wide-eyed, then Henry moved to scoop Archie’s clothes off the floor.

“Your lordship,” he hissed urgently. “Your brother is here!”

“What?” The colour drained from Ev’s face as he yanked the sheets off himself and almost fell out of bed completely naked.

“I told him you were bathing to stop him marching straight up here.” Henry averted his eyes and held out Archie’s trousers.