Chapter 24 – Betsy
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
BETSY
“I’m fine!” I argue in frustration.
“You’ve just come home from hospital, and you are not ready to ride that fucking bike,” Archer argues.
I huff, rolling my eyes. “I won’t go fast. Just to the end of the road and back. I can just about touch my toes now, and it doesn’t hurt. Most of the stitches have completely healed,” I point out, attempting to reach my toes.
“The doctor said six weeks. You will wait six weeks,” he orders.
“I’m a grown woman, and I can make my own decisions,” I counter.
He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Jesus, and I thought you were this shy and timid little thing. You even take one step towards that bike, and I will handcuff you to the fucking bed!” he snaps.
I raise my brows at him, a devious smile playing on my lips.
He hasn’t come near me since the shooting, and yeah, the two weeks I was in hospital I felt like crap, not myself, but I’ve been home a week now.
I’ve showered, walked naked in front of him, and tried to seduce him with tips from Mor and Eden, and I have to say, I’d never deep-throated a banana until Tuesday.
I choked on it, and Archer had to pat my back.
It was not sexy. I tried sexy underwear and heels, but I tripped over the corner of the rug and face-planted the sofa.
Thankfully, I was fine and didn’t injure myself.
Archer did not find it sexy. It gave him a near heart attack when I fell over.
“Okay, so you don’t want me to ride my bike,” I state.
He exhales an exasperated breath. “That would be correct, and it’s not just me. It’s doctor’s orders.”
Smiling, I grab the hem of my T-shirt, keeping my eyes on him as I lift it over my head and chuck it to the floor. The shorts come next, until I’m standing in nothing but my bra and thong. Another gift from Mor and Eden to seduce Archer. His green eyes drink me in, and I smile. The plan is working.
“I won’t ride my bike if you will ride me,” I counter.
He lets out a deep groan, his jaw set tight. He walks towards me, his gaze molten lava. My core clenches in anticipation. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he confesses, his fingers light as they trace the outline of my bra.
I reach behind me and unhook it, letting the straps slide slowly down my arms. As I drop it to the floor, his eyes darken as his fingertips trail over my already hardened nipples. I shudder under his touch.
“Please,” I beg in a whisper. That gets him.
He bends down and scoops me up in his arms. His mouth is on mine, kissing me as he walks us through the house. I gasp when I feel the cold hard dining table at my behind.
“It’s at the right height so that I shouldn’t hurt you,” he says, spreading my legs apart.
He unbuttons his jeans, pushing them down just enough to free his painfully hard cock.
I wrap my hand around him, desperate to touch him.
He groans as he runs a finger along my centre.
“Already soaking wet. Good, because I need to be inside you.” He groans when I squeeze him lightly.
I release his hold and lean back on my elbows, and as he slides my thong to the side and presses the head of his cock at my entrance, his green eyes are glued to me as he slowly enters me inch by delicious inch. My lips part as my body stretches around him.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he breathes, his fingers tracing lightly over my fresh deep pink scar that’s on my chest. “My strong, fucking incredible woman,” he breathes as he fills me.
“I love you,” I whisper, saying those words for the first time aloud. He knew I loved him, and I know he loves me. We just never said the words aloud before. Part of me wanted to give him the chance to run and be free of this crazy life.
His entire body stills for a moment. “Say that again,” he demands. I shake my head no, feeling stupid. He places his thumb on my clit, applying pressure.
I gasp, bucking my hips to try to get some friction, but he pulls his hips back, withdrawing from me until only the tip of his cock is in me. I whimper, needing more. I’ve been desperate for this, wanting and needing him.
“Tell me again and I shall reward you,” he demands, his green eyes ablaze.
“I love you,” I say again, my eyes searing into his. He thrusts forward, filling me. I cry out as his thumb begins to circle my clit while he rocks his hips in and out of me. “Oh, oh god,” I breathe.
“I love you, do you hear me? Do you feel my fucking love for you?” He pants as he thrusts in and out of me.
“Oh god, yes,” I cry out, my pleasure already building. “I’m going to cum,” I whimper.
“You cum with me,” he growls, removing his thumb. He firmly grabs my hip and thrusts harder into me, but I can feel he’s still holding back.
“More, I need more,” I plead.
He groans as he slams himself inside me at a relentless pace. My breasts are now bouncing with every thrust. My walls clamp down around him as my orgasm explodes through me. I don’t just see stars. I see entire fucking constellations.
“Yes! Archer, fuck!” I cry out.
He lets out a deep, throaty growl, spilling himself into me, filling me with his seed.
“Fuck!” He slows his thrusts to a gentle rock as he leans down on his forearms, brushing his mouth over mine, his green eyes hooded.
“I loved you from the moment I saw you. I’ve waited for you to say those words, to hear them from your perfect mouth.
Fuck,” he breathes, emotion thick in his voice as he lifts my hand and cups his stubbled cheek with it.
I smile softly. “Do you want me to say it again? I. Love. You,” I state playfully.
He smiles against my lips, kissing me. I clench my walls around him, making him growl. “Woman,” he warns.
I laugh. “If you loved me, you would fuck me again and again,” I whisper, clenching myself around him again.
He growls and picks me up, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders.
With the both of us still connected, he fucks me again on the stairs and the hallway floor before moving on to my bed and then the shower.