Chapter 15 – Archer
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
ARCHER
Watching her sleep is my favourite thing to do.
Seeing her from afar, how she moans in her sleep, how she rolls around the bed fidgeting, tangling herself up in the bedsheets, always curling up, sticking her perfect fucking ass out, teasing and tempting me, always fucking tempting me.
Now I watch her sleep in my arms; she’s not fidgeting.
She’s lying still, settled, her face peaceful.
Those little moans are stirring my fucking cock to life, but that’s not happening, not now, and not until she’s ready and I’ve ripped their hearts from their fucking chests.
Not wanting to disturb her, I gently roll her onto her back, being careful of her arm and shoulder.
She murmurs something in her sleep as I get up, and I place a soft kiss on her temple before walking out of her room, pulling her door closed, leaving it open just a crack.
I creep downstairs into the kitchen and see the radio, still broken into scattered multiple pieces across the floor.
There is also a large chunk of plaster gone from where I threw it with such force.
I creep out of the house and over to mine, where I pick up my tools and some filler before I get to work clearing up so she doesn’t have to face it in the morning.
I don’t want her spiralling like that again.
She didn’t need to tell me the details of what happened, because seeing her relive it, her pained face, and her pleading fucking destroyed me.
Once I’ve got everything I need, I go back to hers and clear up, then I get to work repairing her wall.
By the time I’m done, it looks like nothing’s happened.
I quickly make my way back upstairs to her room to see she’s been rolling around the bed while I’ve been gone.
I remove my T-shirt and jeans and glide in beside her, carefully pulling her towards me.
She murmurs in her sleep, making me smile.
For months I’ve watched her; for months I’ve waited to get an in.
Each fucking day I fell more and more for her, while she had no idea.
I took care of her, and when I noticed her air-con making a noise, I fixed it when she was out.
I’ve watered her plants in the garden and made sure her house was secure at night, even when that fucker Josh showed up trying to take over what I already do.
I provoked her, I pushed her, and I enjoyed seeing that fierce gremlin within her explode when she couldn’t contain it anymore.
She surprised me by knocking me on my ass on more than one occasion.
There is more to her than I know. I know there is.
I’ve tried looking into her and her club, but apart from finding out her club is a Sanctuary for women, I can’t find anything else.
She’s a fighter; a trained fucking fighter encased in an innocent broken package.
I stroke my fingers through her hair, trailing my index finger along the silky skin of her cheek.
Her nose twitches. Fuck, she’s cute. Now more than ever I need to be patient with her.
I need to let her know that I’m not going anywhere, but I will give her time.
Time to talk to me, time to come to me when she needs me, time to want me, and time to crave me like I crave her.
I inhale her scent and close my eyes before falling asleep, finally holding her. Holding what’s mine.