Chapter 19 – Betsy
CHAPTER NINETEEN
BETSY
I slept with a guy! I slept with a guy! I’ve fucking done it!
I lie in bed with Archer’s arms wrapped around me tight, holding me close, and I can’t wipe the smile off my face. I’m sure most people are happy after sex, but as I lie here, I just feel so proud of myself. Proud and extremely satisfied.
I can’t believe I’ve wasted all this time missing out on this, but then I’m happy that it was with Archer.
It’s ironic that not a week ago I hated him, and I thought he hated me, but then, I guess they say there is a close line between love and hate.
LOVE! I shake my head at the thought. That is utterly ridiculous.
One night of the best, and yes, it may be the only night of passion I’ve ever had, but that doesn’t mean I love him.
I just like him. I like his hands, his mouth, and especially his dick.
“You know I can hear you smiling from here,” Archer mumbles, his voice husky with sleep.
He leans up, rolling me onto my back, and as he looks down at me, his hair is all dishevelled and his vibrant green eyes look sleepy.
I reach up and trace my fingers along his stubbled jaw, watching as he turns his lips into my hand and kisses my palm. “You know I’ve waited for this.”
“Waited for what?” I ask, my eyes searching his face, trying to remember every detail of it like he will suddenly disappear. God, I need to get a life.
“Waking up next to you,” he admits.
I blink, opening my mouth. “I, you’ve felt this way towards me for that long?” I ask.
“I’ve watched and waited for you. Waited for you to see me the way I see you,” he admits. I frown as my mind begins whirling.
My shower gel, him in my yard, the ice cream. “You’ve been in my house?” I breathe, dropping my hand from his face.
He swallows. “Not in a pervy way. Well, apart from that night when I came to check on you, and you were pleasuring yourself thinking of me,” he admits.
“Oh my god!” I screech, jumping out of bed and running my fingers through my hair.
“You’ve been stalking me, changing my shower gel and detergent to smell like you? The ice cream, seeing you at the store...” I say, pacing.
He sits up, and the bedsheet pools at his waist. “I knew you liked peanut butter. I just wanted to get it for you. I didn’t realise you would be there at the same time. That was pure coincidence,” he states.
“Pfft, yeah, right,” I mock, still pacing back and forth.
I’ve just had the best sex of my life—the only sex of my life—with my stalker!
“How did you know these things?! What food I liked? My favourite seat?” I rant, running my hand through my hair.
“You have tricked me. You played me just to get me into bed,” I say as I feel my heart lurch.
“I took you to my club, to my family! You know stuff. Oh god, I trusted you,” I ramble on, unaware that Archer has jumped out of bed and stands before me, stopping me in my manic pacing.
He holds me firmly by my upper arms, and as I look up into those green eyes that are now pained and desperate, he almost looks panicked.
“None of that is true. Fuck,” he sighs. “Look, I just started watching you from when you moved in. You intrigued me. I watched how you would always avoid people, men in particular. You avoided the frat boys, and I wanted to see more of you and learn more about you. So, I got the boys to start teasing you, but that just seemed to make you close in on yourself more. I had caught glimpses of you laughing on the phone—I’m guessing to Mor and Eden—and I was jealous.
Seeing you laugh, seeing you smile... Fuck, I wanted to be the one to make you do that.
I did try and speak to you, but you just rushed inside your house and ignored me. ” He pauses.
I don’t push him off, even though I know I should. I should knee him right in the nuts like last time, but something within me doesn’t want to. Part of me wants what he’s telling me to be true. Who am I kidding? All of me wants it to be true.
“So, I came into your house, looked around your things, your food, drink… I even looked to see what movies and shows you had saved on your TV,” he says, a tiny smile playing on his lips.
“I found your vibrator.” I flinch. “Fuck, I think that sent me over the edge. I wanted to see you, more of you. Knowing that you weren’t just this shy little thing, I knew then that there was more to you that I wasn’t seeing.
I knew then that I had to push you,” he continues to explain.
“You know this is why I did what I did. I watched you working out in your basement, saw what a fiery thing you were, watched you sit and smile with warmth and contentment watching your favourite film, High Society. I swear when they pushed you into the pool, I wanted to kill them. I wanted to strangle the fucking life out of them and take you into my arms and never let you go, but then you handed me my ass.” He grins down at me, and I can’t help my mouth curving up slightly at the memory of that.
“I don’t like being approached from behind,” I mutter.
He tentatively reaches his hand up, delicately gliding his fingers along my hairline before tucking my hair behind my ear. His fingers continue to trace along my jaw as I stare up at him.
“I have never done this with anyone before. You entered my world and turned it upside down. You’ve got to believe me that when I watched and learnt things about you, it was just because I wanted to get closer to you.
No other reason. You could have made me wait six months or a year to touch you, to feel you, and I would have been happy with that.
Just knowing that I had you.” Tears sting my eyes.
“You’re only now feeling things for me, but gremlin, I’ve been feeling like this for so fucking long,” he confesses.
I suck in a shuddery breath. “Why do you call me that?” I ask, my voice so soft it’s almost a whisper.
His thumb caresses my cheek, his lips twitching in a smile. “Because you’re this cute little gizmo-like character, shy and timid, but when pushed, you turn into a fierce little demon.”
I can’t help but smile. “I thought you were going to say when I get wet, I turn into a demon.”
“Oh baby, you don’t turn into a demon when wet. You turn into a fucking insatiable goddess.” He leans in, brushing his lips over mine, his eyes never leaving me as he waits, wondering if I’ll forgive and understand him.
“I looked into you,” I confess. He arches his brow.
“I knew about your record.” I nibble on my lower lip.
“I wanted to know what I was dealing with when you started the bullying all those months ago. I didn’t dig further than what your record said.
I just assumed that you were just some frat thug, a spoilt little rich kid that got away with shit,” I admit.
“Well, I guess that explains why you hide away from me so much,” he breathes. He presses his lips to mine, not in a kiss but just a slight touch.
“You crossed a line. A big red ‘no entry’ line,” I breathe, feeling his lips still delicately dancing across mine.
“I know, and I’m sorry. I just knew you were it for me,” he breathes. My eyes flutter closed as he moves his mouth from mine and trails his lips along my neck.
I tilt my head to the side, because apparently in less than twenty-four hours, I’ve turned into a horny hussy. “You’ve made me weak,” I breathe.
He lightly nips my neck. “Baby,” he rasps.
The sound of him calling me that ignites my core.
“You’ve made me insane.” He lifts his head, removing his mouth from my neck.
My eyes flutter open as his hand cups my face.
“You’ve made me crazy obsessive and protective.
Hell, I’m like your follower. I would do anything you wanted.
Anything to make you happy,” he confesses.
I lick my lower lip. “Anything?” I ask, raising my brow, my libido now fully ignited.
His eyes spark with hunger as he lowers himself to his knees before me, his hands gliding slowly up my thighs. “Baby, I am on my knees, ready to worship you, to earn your forgiveness, to hear your praising moans.” He lifts the T-shirt I’m wearing up past my hips, exposing my bare pussy.
I thread my fingers through his dark, unruly hair, watching his hungry gaze. “I…” I breathe, stuttering.
“I’ve got you, baby.” He winks playfully, firmly placing his hands on my waist, holding me still as his mouth surrounds my clit.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out in shock at the sudden assault of pleasure.
His tongue swirls around my clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure.
I dig my nails into his scalp, trying to steady myself.
Looking down, I view maybe the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen.
His burning green gaze looks up at me as he moves in and out of my core, tasting, licking, and sucking.
I can feel my pleasure building to delicious heights.
He pauses, much to my dismay, and stands and picks me up before laying me down on the bed. I squeak in surprise.
He pushes my thighs wide, opening myself to him.
“I can see how dripping wet you are. How desperate you are for my tongue on your pussy,” he growls.
All I can do is look at him with desperation for him to continue.
“This is only for me, only mine,” he breathes, his breath tickling across my wet centre.
“Mine to touch.” He lightly caresses his finger teasingly over my entrance.
I shudder. “Mine to taste,” he adds before his tongue glides inside me.
I moan, arching my back as his tongue moves in and out of me between sucking and teasing my clit.
It’s all too much. He suddenly pulls away, and I lift my head and look at him in frustration.
He shifts, pulling down his boxers as he crawls his way up my body, nestling himself between my legs.
Pressing the head of his cock at my entrance, his mouth glistens with my arousal as his intense gaze cuts through me.
“Mine to fuck,” he growls as he slams himself inside me. I cry out and arch my back, fisting the sheets.
“Oh god!” I moan. He moves in and out of me at a domineering pace. Leaning on his elbow, he grips my right thigh and hooks it over his hip, driving deeper into me. My eyes close as my orgasm is so close. It’s building so fast, so unexpectedly, that it’s all too much.
“Eyes, baby. You give me those fucking eyes while you cum on my cock, while I take what’s mine,” he growls.
I open my eyes and look into his, owning me while he pounds into me over and over again.
My breasts bounce wildly with every thrust. “Fuck, baby, I can feel you. Let it go. Give it to me,” he orders.
My body is now apparently his as it obeys, my climax ripping through me. Ecstasy flows through my body, and I arch my back, digging my nails into his back, as my walls clamp around him.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” One, two, three more deep thrusts, and Archer lets out a deep growl as his climax irrupts, filling me to the hilt with his seed.
He looks down on me, his gaze softening as he presses his lips to mine, kissing me slowly. “I’m sorry, so fucking sorry,” he murmurs between kisses.
“No more lies,” I state.
He lifts his head slightly. “No more lies,” he agrees.