Anything To Be With You

14. Stick Up Your Ass

Stick Up Your Ass

Luke

I watch Dani from the corner of my eye as we lay on the floor of the elevator. She’s relaxed, calm, and has seemed to have forgotten all about being stuck. Her eyes are closed, and her chest raises and falls slowly.

"Why do you always call me Archer?" I ask.

She turns her head and opens one beautiful eye. "Why do you always call me Daniella?"

"Because that's your name." I answer.

She raises a brow. "And Archer is your name."

"It's my last name," I deadpan.

"But it's still your name."

My lip tips up in a smirk. "Touché."

Dani chuckles and nudges me with her shoulder. "Tell me about that tattoo I seen peeking out under your sleeve."

"Why are you so interested in it?" I question.

She rolls onto her side and props her head on her hand. Her shirt pulls tight against her hip and shows off her amazing curves and that cute little tummy Gabe was talking about. Out of nowhere, the urge to trace those curves hits me square in the gut and blood rushes straight to my dick.

"Because you don’t look like the type of guy that would have a tattoo." She answers.

"And why is that?"

Dani narrows her eyes. "I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you have a stick up your ass."

"I wasn’t always so tightly wound. I used to be fun."

"What changed?" she asks.

"Life knocked me down one too many times. But before that, I was a fun loving guy. Used to throw parties, go into work hungover the next day," I meet her eyes. "Got tattooed. I even had a nipple piercing at one point."

Her mouth drops before a grin crosses those beautiful lips. Lips I want to taste, to feel on my skin, to have wrapped around my—when the desire to touch her hits me again, I give my head a good shake. Now is not the time to think about that or lose control.

"Reeeeeally?" she draws out the word. "Let me see it."

I shake my head.

"I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. Tattoo that is. I don't have any body piercings."

"You have tattoos?"

Dani snorts. "Uh, yeah."

"I don’t think so."

"Plllllleeeeeaaaaassssseeee, Archer," Dani whines.

I grin to myself. "Seeing as how you asked so nicely."

"Yay!" Dani says sitting up and claps her hands.

I sit up and pull my shirt from my pants. I undo the buttons, slipping my arm out of the sleeve. Her fingers touch my skin, and an electric shock explodes through my body, and I become very aware of just how small this elevator is. How close Dani is sitting to me, the smell of her shampoo, and the way her fingers feel against my skin.

"This is gorgeous," she breathes.

Dani’s fingers trace the outline of the sun. A look of pure wonderment crosses her face.

"What does it mean?" her eyes move to mine.

"That’s a long story."

"We have time."

I suck in a deep breath, debating whether to tell her.

"C’mon Archer," she pleads, "just give me the foot notes."

I give in. I can’t say no to her. "The sun is for my mother, the moon for my father, and the blue jay for Gabe."

Her fingers move onto the moon. "Explain," Dani says and looks at me from beneath her lashes. "Please."

Something in my chest tightens. "My mother was warm and welcoming; my father is cold and distant and Gabe is a huge Jays fan."

Her fingers still on the blue jay. "That’s beautiful," Dani grins. "The first part anyways. Why would you get a tattoo of Gabe’s favourite baseball team?"

"Lost a bet." I tell her. Although, it wasn’t a bet I lost, I almost lost Gabe. Longest six months of my life. I practically lived at the hospital, I refused to leave until he woke up.

"You lost a bet?" she shakes her head. "That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard, Lucas."

My heart stops at the sound of my name coming from her lips. Her fingers drift over my shoulder and across my chest, curling in my chest hair. A groan climbs up my throat and her eyes meet mine. Dani bites into that plump bottom lip, and I do everything in my power not to suck it into my mouth.

She pulls away, my body missing her touch instantly and I slip my arm back into my sleeve. Silence stretches out between us as I do my shirt up, with Dani watching me too intently.

"Show and tell time," Dani says, but doesn’t move to show me.

"Let’s see it, Daniella."

"Okay, okay." Dani goes to work rolling up her sleeve and flashing a…

"Pepe le Pew?" I stare at her. "You have a Pepe le Pew tattoo on your forearm."

How have I not noticed this before?

Dani smiles wide. "He’s my favourite, and you have to admit, for a skunk, he’s pretty romantic." She says matter-of-factly.

She pulls her sleeve down and unbuttons the top two buttons on her blouse. Moving the fabric aside, she flashes not only an exquisite tattoo of a sleeping baby with Mason's name underneath on her shoulder but also the swell of one breast that is pouring over the lace cup of her bra.

I reach out, brushing a finger along the tattoo. A low gasp slips from her lips, and I move my finger over her collarbone and lower, swiping it over the swell of her breast. I lift my eyes to meet hers. Her face is flushed, her lips parted, and her pupils are dilated. I smile to myself and she jerks back.

"Dimples." She gulps.

I drag my finger slowly over her warm skin, dipping it between her breasts, making her shiver. I watch her face as I slip my finger under the lace of her bra.

"Luke." My name leaves her lips as a whispered plea.

"Yes, Sweetheart." I still my hand before my finger reaches her nipple.

Dani doesn't say a word, her chest raising and falling with laboured breaths, her face flushed. I continue my movements, inching my finger towards her nipple. I stop again when my fingertip touches the hard peak.

"Touch me." Bursts from her lips.

"As you wish." I begin circling her nipple, loving the sounds that she's making.

I move closer, tucking my face against her neck and wrapping my hand around her breast. Dani's body melts against mine as I play with her, my thumb rubbing over her nipple. I press my lips to her neck, savouring the sweet sounds of pleasure I pull from her throat. Dani shifts her body, angling herself towards me and slips her small hands under my shirt. Her fingers press into my skin as her head rolls to the side, giving me room to explore her soft skin.

The lights in the elevator flickers, then the car plummets a few more feet. Dani lets out a scream and curls into me. The car jerks to a stop. I rub her back, whispering calming words to her.

I cup her face, brushing her cheeks with my thumbs. "It's okay. You're okay. I'm here." I reassure her.

Dani refuses to meet my eyes.

I dip my chin to catch her eye. "Sweetheart, you're okay."

She nods, but still refusing to look me in the eye. I tilt her head back, my lips hovering over her plump ones. What would she do if I kissed her? Would she fight me or would she let me lay her our on the elevator floor and taste her properly.

I slide my hand down her neck, wrapping it around the back and squeezing. Dani lets a tiny whimper of pleasure escape before moving out of my grip and laying down on the floor with her back to me.

"I’m tired." Dani whispers.

I run a hand over my mouth. "Get some rest."

She nods but says nothing more.

It’s just shy of two in the morning by the time we get out of the elevator. I had covered Dani with my jacket around midnight when she started to shiver. She looks utterly lovely while she sleeps, until she snores. She sleeps with her mouth open too. When I woke her up, she punched me, then asked what in the hell I thought I was doing waking her up like that.

I walk Dani to her car, opening the door for her. "You should lock your doors." I state.

"Locks are broken. Plus, if someone wants to steal the hunk of junk, all the power to them." She flashes a smile as she slips behind the wheel. "You’re not going to call me in an hour to get me to add something to your schedule, are you?"

I shake my head. "Not tonight. I worked while you slept."

"Of course you did. Weirdo." She mumbles as she shuts the door.

I head towards my truck when she yells, "don’t you dare call me tomorrow night either. Take a weekend off Archer, you need it." She starts the car or at least tries to.

"You need a boost?" I yell.

"No. Just give it a minute," she punches the dash, and the car starts up. "Ha! See. Have a good weekend, Archer." She waves out the window and drives off.

Getting in my truck, I take off towards home. I walk in the door, throwing my keys on the table, and head to the fridge for a much-needed beer. Spending almost four hours locked in an elevator with Dani has gotten under my skin.

I will admit it was nice having someone—other than Gabe and Carrie—to talk and joke around with. It had been years since I talked with a woman for no other reason than to have a conversation and get to know her. My blind dates had small talk, until they found out that I'm a lawyer, then it moved onto how much I make and if I have a big house. But with Dani, she didn't care about that. She cared about how I was doing.

I down my beer and head to the bathroom to shower. I rub one out like I do every night—which is my sad reality—and finish up. I towel off, throw on a pair of boxer briefs and slide under the sheets.

I stare at the ceiling. The moonlight casts a silver line along one wall of the room. I can’t sleep, so I do the one thing guaranteed to relax me enough to put me to sleep. I grab my phone and make a call.

"Archer, what in the fuck did I tell you." Dani’s voice has that husky sleepy tone to it.

"I wanted to make sure you got home okay."

There’s a pause before Dani speaks. "You did?" surprise colours her tone.

"Yes. After watching you fight with your car, I wanted to make sure you made it home safe." And to hear her voice.

A shocked giggle comes over the line. "That’s sweet of you, Archer. I made it home just fine."

I smile into the darkness of my room. "Wonderful. Goodnight, Sweetheart."

"Goodnight, Dimples."