Bonus Scene MistleFoe After Dark #2
“It’ll wait. The most important thing is already in my arms.”
“Do you practice those lines in the mirror?”
He laughed.
“Do you?” I demanded. I mean, how else was he so charming?
“What do you think?” he mused.
I bit off the end of the pizza he was still holding up. “Of course you don’t. You’re just naturally good at literally everything.”
“Not everything.”
“Name one thing you’re bad at,” I challenged.
“Concentrating when you’re around.”
I groaned.
“It’s true,” he said, taking a bite of the same pizza slice he’d offered me.
I grabbed another slice and ate it while tucked in his lap as we chatted about our day. Once the pizza and salad were gone, he stood from the island with me in his arms.
I guess it wasn’t a surprise that he was able to haul me around the way he could. I mean, he hauled around trees and who knew what else on the farm on a daily basis. But no one I’d ever dated before could do it, so I was still surprised every time he picked me up.
“Where are we going?” I asked when he was halfway through the family room.
“To your surprise.”
“But what about the dishes?”
“Leave them for later.”
I didn’t argue. Why would I? I didn’t want to wash dishes when I could be with him.
At the front door, he set me on my feet. “Coat and shoes,” he said. “Hat too.”
“We’re going outside?”
“Just for a minute.”
I didn’t argue because the last time he took me for a surprise, he had carved our initials in the oak tree. I was curious to see what he’d come up with now.
Once we were dressed, he held out his hand, palm up. “Can I have your car keys?”
“Where’s your truck?” I asked, suspicious.
“Somewhere.”
“Could you be any more vague?” I wondered.
“Probably.”
I rolled my eyes but handed over my car keys. “It probably won’t start. My car doesn’t like you.”
He made a sound. “Why the hell not?”
“Because you don’t like her.”
He glowered. “Just because I like my truck better does not mean I don’t like your Outback.”
“You called it a city boy car.”
“I wanted to get on your nerves,” he intoned.
“You succeeded.” The smart retort turned into a little yelp when I found myself pinned against the front door by Archer’s considerable weight.
Hands on either side of my head, he leaned in, blue eyes steady on mine. “Right now, I want to take you down to the barn, strip off all the layers between us, and get inside you,” he rumbled.
I exhaled shakily as his beard scraped over the side of my cheek and jaw. “Yes, please,” I whispered.
He stepped back, and instantly, I missed being crowded by him. Reaching around me, he unlatched the door. “In the car, baby.”
Without even so much as a thought, I jogged down the steps and through the whipping wind, sleet, and snow to throw myself into the passenger seat of my car.
Halfway to the barn, I finally processed what he’d said. “The barn?”
“Just now registered that, did ya?”
“How am I supposed to think with your massive body pressed against me like that?”
He looked completely proud of himself. “You aren’t.”
“Why are we going to the barn?” And did he say he wanted to get me naked in there?
“Why don’t you go inside and find out?” He pulled my car as close to the large doors as he could.
He didn’t have to tell me twice. For the second time, I went out into the blizzard, not even paying it any attention, and slid open the barn door just enough to squeeze inside.
The second I did, I stopped in my tracks, practically gaping at the sight that greeted me.
Archer came in behind me, sliding the door shut and stopping at my back. “What do you think?” he asked.
I glanced over my shoulder quickly, before turning back to the room. “You did all of this?”
“Do you like it?”
“It’s perfect.”
“Then yeah, I did it.”
“You did all this for me?” I murmured while looking around the barn, cleared of cut trees, wreaths, and everything else that filled it during the holiday season.
Archer’s mint-green truck was parked in the center, tailgate down and facing one of the large wooden walls, which was covered in a giant white sheet.
I walked farther into the space, shoes scuffing over hay, to see the bed of the Ford piled high with quilts and Christmas-themed pillows. On the edge of the bed sat a projector, its light trained at the sheet on the wall.
The string lights that had been used to decorate for Christmas were strung from the rafters over the truck and draped into a glittering arch.
Outside, the wind howled and shook some of the wooden boards making up the structure. It whistled slightly through cracks so thin I couldn’t even see them.
“It’s warm in here,” I observed.
“Turned the heaters on,” Archer said, gesturing to a floor-standing object.
“It’s like our own personal drive-in,” I said, taking it all in once more. “But better.”
“And in the middle of a blizzard.” Archer agreed. “Guaranteed to keep everyone else away.”
I rushed across the distance and leaped into his arms without hesitation. He caught me like it was easy, and my thighs locked around his waist. “No one has ever done anything so romantic for me.”
“Because no one will ever love you like me.”
“I love it,” I said, laying a kiss against his lips. “I love you.”
“Do you want to know what movie I picked?”
“No,” I murmured, leaning in again.
Groaning, he tightened his hands on my waist, slipping down to palm my ass. I rocked into him, and he squeezed, sliding his tongue into my mouth. Sighing, I leaned farther into him, opening my mouth so we could explore each other to our hearts’ content.
Still buried between my lips, he started walking, the grip on my ass as confident as his steps on the way to the bed of his truck.
Once there, he pulled me back, sitting me on the open tailgate and pushing my legs wide.
Stepping between them, he slid the coat off my body and then pulled at my shirt.
I lifted my arms and let him undress me, going as far as popping the button on my jeans.
When I was naked from the waist up, his heated stare lingered, making my nipples pucker in the center of my chest. I’d never been overly confident in my skin, knowing I wasn’t terrible-looking but feeling like I didn’t often compare to others.
I wasn’t built and defined by physical labor, instead slender and soft from long hours in the clinic.
The first time I’d gotten naked in front of him, I’d been so nervous I was almost sick.
I worried I’d never measure up to anyone who came before me.
I’d worried his first time with another man would somehow disappoint him.
But then he looked at me, the reflection in his eyes so much different than what I’d always seen in a mirror.
His eyes held not one ounce of scrutiny or judgment but felt more like some sort of sensual caress.
He cast a spell before his hands even touched me, making me believe every inch of me was perfect and he could never want anything more.
Every time since that first time, his stare was always the same, tonight being no exception.
His low rumble of admiration vibrated between us as he brushed a kiss over my lips, then nibbled across my jaw and down to my neck. Moaning, I tilted my head, giving him access to latch on and suck.
“We’re going to be stuck here for days.” He panted the words against my damp, sensitive skin. “I’m marking you. You will see me tomorrow in the mirror.”
“God, yes,” I sighed, craning my head back even farther in explicit invitation.
The blunt ends of his fingernails dug into my back and shoulders as he hunched around me and attacked, both of us moaning as he pulled my skin between his lips, sucking it deep into his mouth. Pain pricked my consciousness and then spread into pleasure as I started tugging at his clothes.
When he pulled back, he stared down at the bruise he’d left, lips red and swollen, the rigid length in his jeans pressed against me. “I have wanted to do that for so long.”
“I’ll wear your mark whenever you want, Archer. All you have to do is give it to me.”
His eyes flickered, turning slightly hazy as he licked at his lower lip.
Pulling back, he ripped his clothes over his head, revealing his labor-toned muscles and wide chest with a smattering of dark hair between his pecs.
Looping his hands beneath my knees, he yanked me forward, body colliding with his.
“I have something else I want to give you.”
My hands smoothed over his chest and around his shoulders before reaching between us to pop the button on his jeans and slip my fingertips into the waistband of his boxers. “I’m waiting.”
He bowled into me, nearly pushing me flat on my back, but I clung to his shoulders while his mouth plundered mine and he fumbled with his jeans, pushing them around his hips.
“Move back, baby.” His voice was gruff.
I flipped over to crawl deeper into the bed of the truck and into a cloud of quilts and pillows. Before I could make it, he growled and palmed my hips, dragging me back and burying his face in my ass.
I whimpered, and he yanked down my clothing and dove into my naked crack. He growled and grunted like an animal, licking and nipping at every place he touched. My legs and arms started shaking. The ability of this man to take me apart was unmatched.
His hot, thick tongue lay across my hole and swiped, and I fell onto my chest, my face in a pillow as I let out a long, low moan and wiggled my ass closer.
His calloused hands pressed on my ass and spread it so he could go back to licking without anything in his way.
I shivered and shook, the tip of his tongue circling my rim like a tease as I chased it, trying to get it deeper.
When at last he gave in, it wasn’t really an acquiescence but more of a decision to attack. He speared me suddenly, invading my softened hole with precision I would have denied if he weren’t currently inside me.