Crossing Borders (Blackbridge Security #10) Read Online Marie James

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Blackbridge Security Series by Marie James
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
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When I swipe my fingers through the mess I’ve made and brush it across his lips, his cock jerks inside of me as he hums his own release around my fingers.

Chapter 21

Brooks

I’m the absolute biggest asshole.

I’ve thought that over and over in my mind as I’ve sat here during this ceremony.

I’m here to celebrate Beth and Spencer’s wedding, and I’m just shy of twitchy, needing to get back to Archer. He’s in my room, probably naked, probably stroking that perfect fucking dick of his.

I groan.

“Long night?” Kit whispers beside me.

I nod my agreement, locking my eyes on the happy couple as they say their vows, hoping that he’ll shut up and quit grilling me.

I have a plan. If he starts to question me, I’ll just do the same with him. He thinks he’s a sneaky fuck and that I haven’t figured out just what the hell he’s been up to this weekend, but the truth is in his and Jules’s eyes.

When I figured it out earlier, as we were hanging out with Spencer and the groomsmen while they got ready, I felt less guilty about getting a late start. It was hard as hell to crawl out of a bed that Archer Bremen was still occupying.

I breathe a sigh of relief when the couple is pronounced man and wife, waiting as patiently as I can for them to kiss and walk back down the aisle.

We start filing out of the room, but Kit grabs me before I can sneak away. “If I have to suffer through family pictures, then so do you.”

Pictures take fucking forever, and just as I suspected, Kit’s mom, Marjorie, demands that I be in several.

The reception gets underway, and although I know I have to be patient, I spend every second antsy and a little irritated.

It takes forever for Jules to walk out of the room, but just as I suspected, Kit isn’t very far behind her. He’s the only person here who will ever question where I’ve been, and now that he’s gone, I can disappear, too.

I’ve been turned on all day because after a night like I had last night, there’s no way to keep it off my mind. The elevator ride is brutal, spent with a couple I recognize from the wedding but don’t personally know. One is a bridesmaid and the other a groomsman. It seems fitting, I guess, and I have to grin as they keep their distance from each other as if they’re fooling anyone. I’m grateful they don’t engage in small talk before the door opens on my floor.

I pop my head out before stepping out fully. The last thing I want is running into Kit since luck would have it that his room is right next door to mine.

Jesus, did he hear what Archer and I did last night? I never even considered it at the time.

Was I loud? Was Archer?

My palms are sweaty as I open the door and step inside. My head is trying to figure out if Kit acted differently around me today. Did I yell Archer’s name when I came? Did I say anything that would hint at what I was doing in my room?

“Was I loud last night?” I hiss on a whisper, stopping dead in my tracks at the sight of Archer in dark slacks and a black button-down shirt. “Where are you going?”

He turns to face me, a vibrant smile on his face, and I’m fucking putty. His happiness gets me every damn time. I know I’ve gone too far, that I never should’ve crossed this line with him, but at this point, I don’t know if I can reel it back in, or if I even want to. My experiences with him have been the best in my life. I never thought I could let myself go so completely, and it wasn’t even a question with him. There was no resistance, no second-guessing, no wondering in the moment if it was a mistake.

“Which one do you want me to answer?”

“Both?”

“You kept your mouth clenched nearly the entire time.”

I know that’s not entirely true because I was gasping so much, I couldn’t fully breathe out of my nose.

“You promised you wouldn’t make fun of me for coming so fast,” I mutter, my hands starting to unbutton my shirt.

“I came faster the first time, so it doesn’t matter. Stop that.” He grabs my hands. “If you get undressed, we’ll never leave the room.”

“We’re leaving?” Disappointment settles deep inside of me. I know what I’ve been dying to do all damn day, and it has nothing to do with leaving this room. “I was thinking we were going to—”

He presses his long, talented fingers to my lips. “We will, but I’m going stir crazy in here. We’re going on a date.”

I grin against the fingers against my lips. “That’s not exactly low-key.”


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