Chapter Thirteen
Archer
I AWOKE TO find my bed empty and sat up, dragging my feet to the floor. I heard the clang of pots and pans from the kitchen and smiled. I could only assume that noise was coming from Echo, so I headed to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and dragged on a pair of sweats.
After our dinner, Echo had crashed at my place and there was something about having her in my bed. Something amazing.
Heading into the kitchen, I stalled and Echo met my eyes with a grimace. “Did I wake you?”
“No.” I grinned. “Whatya doin’? ”
She opened the fridge. “Well, I was trying to find eggs. You don’t seem to have any.” She faced me again. “Who doesn’t have eggs?”
I closed the distance between us, reaching over her to open the crisper drawer and point to the eggs.
“Eggs don’t go in the crisper drawer, Archer,” she admonished. “That drawer’s for veggies.”
“I don’t eat veggies,” I said.
“How can you possibly have a body like that without eating vegetables?”
“I work out with my dad and brother sometimes, I guess. Eat mostly meat. Protein load.”
“Boys suck.”
I chuckled. “You cookin’?
“I was going to surprise you with breakfast, but I couldn’t find the eggs.”
“So you’ve said.”
I wrapped my arm around her and slid my hand from her ass up her spine and to the back of her neck, squeezing gently. She tipped her face to me and I kissed her, and the kiss quickly turned heated.
Lifting her onto the countertop, she wound her legs around my hips as I slipped a hand into her panties. I was rewarded with a whimper as she pressed her heat against my crotch, and I slid my tongue into her mouth.
Breaking the kiss and smiling against her lips, I asked, “Do you want coffee?”
She nodded. “I made a pot.”
“You did?”
“Yes,” she breathed out, making my already hardening dick harder. “You at least keep your coffee in a spot that makes sense.”
“You want coffee before or after I fuck you?”
Her stomach rumbled and I chuckled.
“Maybe we should eat first.”
She grabbed my arms. “No. I’d rather you fuck me first.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yes, please.” She slid her hands around my neck. “In your bed.”
“Your wish is my command,” I said, lifting her off the counter.
I took her mouth, and kissing her, I walked her out of the kitchen and down to my bedroom where I dropped her onto the mattress and managed to get her naked while staying connected (mostly) to her mouth.
Fuck, she tasted like mint and the little mewling noises she was making almost broke my dick, it was so hard.
Echo had amazing tits, full with perfectly pink nipples, that beaded as I took them in my mouth moving from one to the other.
As I kissed my way down her body, her heavy breathing turning to panting as she wove both hands into my hair to keep me between her legs.
Jesus.
I stepped off the bed, and dropped my sweats, then grabbed her hips gently and yanked her to the edge of the mattress. After rolling on a condom, I guided my dick to her entrance and pressed gently inside.
“Archer,” she breathed out. “More. ”
“Fuck,” I hissed. “You feel so good.”
“More,” she growled.
Demanding, bossy, just the way I liked it.
“You want it hard, beautiful?”
“Was I being obtuse?” she sassed.
I chuckled and pulled out, flipping her to her stomach in response. “Ass high, baby.”
She did as I instructed which meant her glorious ass was right there and her phenomenal pussy was exposed to me, and I took a few seconds to enjoy the view.
Apparently, that was far too long for Echo, and she bit out, “Archer, what are you doing?”
I reluctantly tore my gaze from her ass to see she her eyes on me, begging.
Holding her gaze, I slammed inside. Her ass jolted up as her head dropped back and she let out a moan.
Jesus.
Fuck.
Gorgeous.
Perfection.
“More,” she begged.
He gave her more, pulling out, then thrusting in, and slamming in hard. Still, it wasn’t enough.
“Harder,” she demanded, rearing back, lifting up on her forearms to give herself control.
“Oh, god, honey,” she panted out. “More.”
I gave her just that and she drove back to meet my thrusts, sliding my hand around her hip and in, finding purchase and that’s when she lost it and bucked against my fingers.
“Yes!” she squeaked as I felt the soaked heat of her clench me and I knew she was there .
I removed my fingers from her clit, grabbing her hips and pulling her back into my thrusts, hearing her come, feeling it as I let her glossy, wet wrap around me. I kept driving into her until I felt my own climax build and she took all of it.
Fuck me, she was magnificent.
I came and I came hard, my fingers still wrapped around her hips, her cheek still to the mattress, and watched as she smiled, licking her lips.
“That was amazing.”
I slid out of her, flipping her over and moving us from the edge of the bed so I could stretch out beside her and pull her into my arms. I kissed her, soft and deep, then I kept doing it until she wrapped her body around me and held tight.
“That was amazing,” I said, finally breaking the kiss.
“How did you learn to do that thing with your tongue?”
I laughed. “I don’t think I’m gonna answer that.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Can I ask you a personal question?”
“You just did.”
“I mean, kind of more personal.”
“Sure.”
“How many, um, how many women have you slept with?”
I stroked her cheek. “You wanna know my body count?”
She nodded. “Yes. Is that okay?”
“You can ask me anything. You should know that by now. ”
She shifted, so she was practically laying over me. “Okay.”
“I’ve slept with a few women, because we have a lot available to us at the club, but I’ve never been in love.”
“Back up. What do you mean, by you have ‘a lot available’?”
“It’s an MC club, baby. Women throw themselves at us.”
She frowned. “I do not like that.”
“I told you I would always be honest with you.”
“You’re right.” She sighed. “Sorry, carry on.”
“So, I’ve slept with my share, but no one who means anything to me. Until you.”
“Really?”
I nodded. “What about you?”
“One. I’ve slept with one guy. I’ve had a couple of boyfriends, but having a brother who gets all up in your grill with background checks and things like that, men tend to get freaked.”
“ Boys tend to get freaked.”
“You might have a point.”
“What happened to that guy?” I asked.
She shrugged. “He was one of the ones whose friends said I was weird.”
I stiffened. “Is he currently able to walk without a limp?”
“Yes, why?”
“Because your brother shoulda made it so he couldn’t.”
She dropped her head to my shoulder and snorted. “Archer. ”
“I’m not joking.”
“He is entitled to his opinion.”
“What the fuck?” I pulled away from her so I could sit up and meet her eyes. “I need you to explain that comment, right fuckin’ now.”
“If my brother broke the legs of everyone who has called me weird, there’d be a long line of people walking funny.”
“So?”
Her mouth dropped open. “You can’t be serious.”
“Deadly.”
“Archer, honestly—”
“Baby, this is your first warning about me. If I find out, overhear, get a whiff on the fuckin’ wind of anyone ever calling you weird, or a variation of it, not only will they not be able to walk straight, they’ll be jackin’ off with their thumbs for a month.”
She bit her lip and frowned. “What if it’s a woman?”
“I’ll sic my mom on them.”
She cocked her head and frowned. “You’d sic Don Mom on a woman who’s mean to me?”
“Hell, yeah I would.”
“And how would your mom feel about that?”
“She’d be all over it.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Has she done that before?”
“Fucked with someone who’s fucked with one of us?”
Echo nodded.
I leaned down and kissed her before sliding off the bed. “You’ll have to ask her. ”
“Oh my god, that means ‘yes,’” she squeaked, following me into the bathroom.
“Does it?” I evaded.
“Your mom just spent the entire day cooking for a woman she’s never met, then helped me clean her home and do her laundry. That just doesn’t track.”
“People aren’t just one thing.”
She blew air out through her lips. “How do I become more like your mom?”
I laughed. “You join a family like mine.”
She snorted. “Right. That easy, huh?”
“It is if you marry me.”
“What?”
“Marry me.”
“Archer, we don’t know each other.”
“We will. But for now, we make it semi-permanent.” I slid my hand to her neck and leaned down to kiss her. “I love you. I’ve never loved anyone like I love you. You asked about my commitment level, here it is.”
She blinked up at me. “This is insane.”
“Sure is.”
She dropped her head to my chest. “But I love you too. As crazy as that sounds. Yes, I’ll marry you. Long engagement because I’m gonna watch for red flags, my guy. You cannot be this perfect.”
I laughed. “Fair.”
I kissed her, then she took me back to bed.
* * *
Echo
“Did I make the margaritas too strong?” Lily asked, pulling me from my thoughts.
“No, I’m sorry. I guess I just kind of spaced off there for a little while,” I replied.
A group of seven of us ladies had gathered at Lily’s house for ‘Taco Tuesday,’ except that it was Friday and instead of making and eating tacos, we made and drank margaritas.
Our men were busy watching a pay per view MMA fight at the clubhouse, so we were left to entertain ourselves tonight, which we did by the way of tequila, chocolate Yum Yums, and horrible karaoke.
“You sure you’re okay?” Lily asked. “You seem a little off tonight.”
“I guess I’m a little preoccupied,” I said, just as Dani and Maisie bellied up to the kitchen island bar. They’d just come off the ‘stage’ after a rousing rendition of ‘Under Pressure,’ by Queen and David Bowie.
“Who are you preoccupied with?” Tillie, Ace’s daughter, asked. “I’ll bet its Aaaaaarrrrrcher,” she said in a sing-song voice.
“Oh, mah, gahd, Dahnay,” Maisie said, in an American, valley girl, accent that almost made me spit out my drink. “Archer is sah cute. I’ll totallay die ef he duhsn’t tahke meh to thah prohm!”
Charley and Bryn joined in, suddenly making me feel like Sandy at the Pink Ladies’ slumber party.