27. Archer
TWENTY-SEVEN
ARCHER
Wren’s fingers were in my hair as I woke up.
She stroked gently along the nape of my neck and over my ears. My back was to her, which meant sometime during the night, I’d shifted away from her, or she left the bed. I had a feeling she’d left the bed to go check on the boys. The room was dimly lit with just a small piece of sunlight cutting through the split curtains, which meant it was still early.
We’d come back to the property yesterday and the entire day was a blur. Kyle and Juan disappeared, along with Kingston and Gio. I was so exhausted that all I focused on was Wren guiding me to a room where I showered and promptly fell asleep.
I tried to focus on how Wren’s fingers gently scraped against my scalp and how good it felt, watching the wall on the other side of the room. My mind tossed up the image of her throwing those daggers, and how she’d claimed my brother. I swear my heart grew in size after seeing how protective she was over him.
I had no idea why she did it, but on my way through the trees, I could hear them talking. I hadn’t reached them, but their voices carried, especially hers.
Put my son down.
Those were the words she’d used. She’d called Kane hers, and then when he was free, it wasn’t me he’d run to…it was her.
“You’re awake.” Her soft voice carried over from her side of the bed. I smiled, then turned over on my back.
“How did you know?”
Her hair was up in a chaotic pile on her head, but it somehow made her look sexy and like she’d been fucked all night. She hadn’t been, but it was still making me hard thinking about it.
“Your breathing changed.” She smiled at me and then leaned down to press a kiss to my forehead. We still hadn’t talked about the fact that Brian had essentially worked with my father and was now dead. Thistle was going to help frame his death to look like a car accident, so there weren’t any ties that would come back to our club, Saul, or Wren’s family.
I pulled Wren until she was lying down next to me.
“I’d like to hear your breathing change.” My lips found her neck then I trailed lower, kissing along her collarbone while I slid my hand over her stomach and down between her thighs.
“Archer.” She sounded as if she was about to protest, so I covered her mouth with mine while using my thumb to swipe over her clit through her little pajama shorts.
“Oh.” Her breathing did change then, and I smiled against her mouth, applying more pressure with my thumb.
Our kiss turned messy as our tongues slid against each other and I couldn’t help myself. I gently tugged at the lace camisole that was barely covering her heaving breasts. Once she was uncovered, I traced my tongue over her taut nipples, swiping over one rosy bud and then the other. Her tits were pushed together from her tank top, so I took my time sucking and licking each one while she began writhing under me.
From how she kept trying to rub against me, I knew she was aching. I slid farther, kissing down her stomach and swiping over her belly button until I got to her shorts, where I pulled them down her legs and then began licking along her slit.
Her fingers came to my hair and pulled as she let out a sharp breath, her legs lifting on either side of my head. I pushed them apart as I fucked her with my tongue. It wasn’t enough.
I wanted to consume her.
With that in mind, I gripped her by the hips and flipped her over. The sight of her bare ass had my cock weeping. She let out a tiny yelp from being tossed, followed by a throaty laugh. I’d never had a woman laugh while I was in the process of fucking her. It made my own smile appear as I shook my head.
“I love you,” I whispered against her spine as I dropped a kiss there.
Moving lower to the top of her ass, my tongue traced a path over her left ass cheek, and with a hiss, I let my teeth graze along her flesh.
Her hips lifted as if she needed pressure or friction against her pussy. I repeated the process of licking and sucking her right ass cheek before grazing my teeth and sinking into her flesh with a soft bite, which had her moaning.
“You like that?” I whispered, repeating what I’d done, but this time, I spread her cheeks apart and stared at her crack. My mouth watered as the bare skin led to a dark, tight circle, and farther to her bare, glistening slit. Her hips reared again as her hand came back to hold one of her cheeks for me.
“Hmm, I like when you help me, Wren. I like when you get so desperate to be fucked that you’d even silently beg me to lick you in your tight little hole.” My hand gripped her cheek while holding it apart from her other, and then I dove in swirling my tongue over her in a deep, lick.
Her words were muffled as she shoved her face into the pillow.
I liked that. Way too fucking much.
My strokes were vicious as I pushed into her tightness and used three of my fingers to sink into her core. I heard a low, guttural moan, muffled by the bed as a shudder ran through her. Her hips lifted, her pussy rising from my fingers, only to sink down on them in an attempt to get pressure. My tongue remained buried in her hole while my fingers worked her pussy, and she fucked my hand.
She dripped all over my fingers as she moved. I didn’t dare pull them out as she used me, moaning into the bed as her arousal soaked the sheets. I knew she was about to come based off how another shudder moved up her back, but I wanted her to come on my cock. So, I pulled away from her, only to rise up, and press my knee to the bed as I angled closer to her ass. Then holding her hips up, I gripped my shaft in one hand and sank into her in one harsh thrust.
Her fingers clenched the sheets on either side of her head while her face remained shoved into the mattress. Her tight heat wrapped around my cock, gripping me so well that I had to breathe for a second before pulling out and pushing back inside.
“Wren.” My voice was a plea as I began thrusting.
My hands returned to her ass, gripping her skin harshly while I lifted her hips the smallest bit and continued to bury my cock deep inside her. Over and over, I pulled out and thrust in, making the headboard slam against the wall, but I was too far gone to care. My chest heaved as I kept pushing my hips forward, sliding my cock in and out, until I felt her walls closing around me, a muffled scream exploding from her as she froze and came hard on my cock.
“That’s it, beautiful. Let go, cover my cock.”
Her muffled moans and garbled curses continued as I pulled out of her. I could see her creamy release create a ring around the base of my cock and it had me so fucking hard that with one last push inside her, I filled her with a groan, coming so hard I saw spots.
“So fucking tight, beautiful. You grip my cock like you’re begging me to keep fucking you. Like you can’t live without it.”
My release began spilling out of her as I pulled out and the sight was so fucking good that I pushed it all back in with another groan.
“I like the way you look when you’re dripping with my cum.”
Suddenly she froze and her head lifted, frizzy, wild hair falling against her tan back, as she twisted to see me still sliding my half hard cock in and out of her cunt, playing with our joint release.
“Shit.” She stared where we were connected and then bit her lip.
“I need to tell you something that might make you upset.”
Her tone had my cock finally softening, so I pulled out of her completely and stood up. She’d need a warm rag anyway. So I walked into the bathroom and returned with one so she could drop whatever bad news she needed on me.
Her gaze went to my still glistening cock that I hadn’t cleaned yet.
“Wanna lick it clean?” I smirked, knowing we needed to get going and didn’t have time for another round, but I wanted to get that panicked look off her face.
She didn’t respond, which had anxiety churning in my chest.
“What’s wrong, Wren?”
Her knees curled under her while she let out a sigh. “I’m not—” Her eyes found mine while she tried to get it out. “I had a plan to go get a certain kind of birth control…because we hadn’t been having sex. I thought I had time and then it just happened, and then all this transpired.”
She tugged on the edge of a blanket.
I didn’t see the problem.
“So, you might be pregnant?”
Her eyes snapped up to mine.
Why did that sound so fucking good to me?
She nodded sheepishly while her face flushed pink.
“Does that make you scared or upset?” What was the problem?
Her beautiful eyes found a way to arrest me.
“Neither…I just, well in case you weren’t looking forward to that because of our new situation, and now with custody stuff. I didn’t want to be a burden.”
I pulled her hand until she was closer. I was still naked, and my cock wasn’t hard anymore, but she crawled into my lap anyway.
“You aren’t a burden, and if you become pregnant, that wouldn’t be a burden. That patch you were wearing, means you’re mine. I’m yours. It’s as close to a wedding vow as we get without actually saying any. You essentially agreed to marry me.” I smiled at her, lopsided and happy.
She smiled back. “You never asked.”
“And I never will because it’s a done deal. The sky is blue. Your eyes are the kind of gold that makes me wonder if you’re even real, and you’ll marry me someday. Facts are facts, Wren. No need to mix up words.”
She rocked into me the smallest bit. “So if I’m pregnant right now?”
Shit, the idea of her round belly had me fighting another erection. Her pussy rubbed against me as I squeezed her ass.
“If you’re pregnant right now, then in nine months we’re gonna have a beautiful kid.”
I pictured one with her hair, her eyes, her smile. A little baby girl.
“Fuck, now I sort of want to get you pregnant on purpose,” I joked, laughing into her shoulder.
Her cunt was wet again as it slid against my shaft. “Yeah?”
I gripped her ribs while I rubbed my now hard length against her slit. She hadn’t used the warm rag yet so her pussy still had my release coating her slit. Her mouth parted as I lifted her and adjusted her over my erection.
She went slowly as her breathing regulated and she adjusted to me filling her up.
Then with a moan, she rocked forward. “Fuck me again Archer.” With her lips right at my ear, she whispered, “Then fill me so full you leak out of me all day.”
Her hands were around my neck, and I placed my hand over her mouth as I began moving my hips.
Wren and I emerged from our room forty-five minutes later, showered and dressed. The boys’ room was empty, so I assumed Anna had come to get them. Wren practically glowed as we made our way down to the kitchen and while I knew she wasn’t pregnant based on the first time we fucked without protection, she still seemed like there was a brightness to her that hadn’t been there before.
“Good morning,” Wren said happily to her mother who was sipping coffee at the table while Kane and Cruz watched a tablet.
“Morning.” Anna gave us both a knowing smile.
I wasn’t embarrassed. Let everyone know I fucked my woman this morning. Speaking of everyone…where were all the other people who seemed to be here yesterday?
Wren asked for me as she looked around.
“Where is Juan, and everyone else?”
Anna set her mug down gently. “Presley is in her family wing with Kyle and his wife, Rylie. The twins are training in the gym with Scotty. Juan and Taylor are walking together in the garden.”
I was about to mention needing to leave when Anna stood up from the table.
“Would you be willing to stay a few more days? Just a few so we can spend time with you all? So everyone can meet the boys, and get to know Archer.” Anna’s gaze gently landed on Wren. “So we can know you.”
Wren’s eyes watered as she looked over to me. I needed to get back, but I’d sent Thistle on his way this morning after he slept in one of the guest rooms. He could handle what I couldn’t for a few days.
So I smiled and replied, “We’d love to.”