Chapter Forty-Eight
ARCHER
Last year, I spent Valentine’s Day scrolling aimlessly through Darcy’s social media profiles, tormenting myself as I imagined her waking up in someone else’s bed.
This year, she’s my wife and in our bed. Where she belongs, where she’s always belonged.
As I reach across and pull the duvet over her twenty-three-week pregnant belly, I carefully set a kiss above her navel. Emily is just as active as she was when we first started to feel her kick, and I’m addicted to the tiny movements beneath my palm.
I can tell she’s going to have sass, just like her mommy.
Personally, I think she’s going to be just like Darcy in every way.
Her eyes, her hair, lips, nose, cheeks, chin …
all of it. I also hope she sleeps like her mommy does because that shit will make our lives way easier.
Darcy told me that before we started sharing a bed, she’d have disturbed nights where her brain didn’t stop.
I’ve never witnessed any of that, only the peaceful snorts she puffs out into our bedroom while I lie awake, staring at her like the crazy person I am.
Although that’s not strictly true. I was awake most of last night for another reason. It’s been a while since I got my thigh tattoo, and I forgot how fucking painful—and sore—they are immediately afterward.
Technically, I shouldn’t be getting any while in the middle of the regular season, but when Coach found out what I planned, he turned a blind eye.
Call it special family privileges or that he’s too caught up in the constant fights and issues Tommy keeps creating for the team.
I knew he was a bad trade, and he’s proving us right.
After the fight at Collins’s party, Jenna has stopped coming to games, refusing to be anywhere near him.
Even Sawyer has decided to extend his career for a further season.
He plans to step down as captain in the offseason, but will stick around with Jensen Jones to help steady the ship.
When it comes to my new tattoo, I guess I could’ve waited until the offseason, but if you haven’t worked out by now that I’m the most impatient person on the planet, then I guess you don’t know me that well at all.
What I want, I get, and what I wanted was my daughter’s twenty-week scan tattooed across my left pec.
It’s barely light outside as I throw back the rest of the duvet, and Darcy squirms in response to the cool morning air as it meets her skin.
Keeping my mouth moving, I descend my lips and tongue from her navel to her bare pussy, and she spreads her legs instinctively, inviting me to help myself.
“You love to use me, don’t you, Doll?” I croon, moving further down the bed until my head’s perfectly positioned between her thighs. I part her wider and push two fingers inside her damp pussy, circling her tight ass with my thumb.
Her hips lift from the bed, but I hold her down with an arm, taking my first taste of her.
“I plan to play with this pussy all day. Is that okay with you, wife?”
Her hands dive into my hair, tugging at the roots when I nip at her clit. My fingers continue to slowly pump her, searching for Darcy’s first high before she’s barely opened her eyes.
“I’m feeling like a bad boy today,” I rasp against her entrance, pulling my head back and slapping her clit with my palm, making her jolt and writhe. “I don’t want to move from our bed. You’re not at work, I don’t have practice, and it’s the most romantic date of the year.”
She whimpers when I pull out my fingers and spit onto my thumb, reentering her pussy and pushing the tip of my thumb inside her tight hole, teasing and coaxing her gently.
After a few seconds, I pull out of her ass, crooking my fingers to massage her front wall. Her cunt weeps for me, pools of release trickling down my hand.
“God, Jesus, Darcy. You’re such a wet fucking girl—you know that?” I rarely talk or think about my past with other women because my future only involves one. But I have never known a girl to get so wet during sex.
I like to think she saved it all up for me, and that thought sends blood shooting straight to my cock.
Like some sort of caveman, I growl against her, swiping my tongue from one hole to the next, considering all the ways I plan to take them throughout the day.
“How do you want me first?” I ask, my voice laced with lust and body trembling with need.
“I want you naked,” she replies, tugging at the hem of the T-shirt I’ve worn all night, trying to hide the tattoo I got yesterday but wanted to reveal this morning.
“But I’m hiding something under there,” I tease, my mouth hovering over her pussy.
She yanks on my shirt again. “Archer, you can’t say shit like that and then continue going down on me like it was nothing.”
Slowly and with a grin wider than the Brooklyn Bridge, I kiss my way up her body, only stopping when our lips are millimeters apart.
“Lesson number five in Archer Moore: I can lick your pussy whenever and under whatever circumstances I want.” I reach down between us, guiding my cock inside her. “Because my wife’s cunt is mine, to stretch out and fill as I please.”
She whimpers when my piercings slide into her opening, both legs clamping around my ass. She needs me deeper.
“Have you ever wanted and loved someone so much that you wish your bodies could just merge?” Darcy whispers against my parted lips. “At the risk of sounding like an ungrateful bitch, just you being inside me doesn’t feel like enough anymore.”
I know exactly what she means. “I’m happy you’re finally catching up to my feelings.” Still inside her, I pull up to a kneeling position, and she unwraps her legs from around me. “But what if I told you I did something yesterday that merges us and our family forever?”
Her eyes fall to the hem of my shirt when I cross my arms over my chest and pull it over in one motion. Although my tattoo is still fresh and wrapped, I replaced the initial bandage with a clear film so Darcy can see it.
Already big blue eyes grow even wider when they fall to my pec, a tiny gasp leaving her throat.
“Y-you …” She’s lost for words, pointing at my chest as she tries to form a coherent sentence. “When did you get this done?”
I drop down and brace my elbows on either side of her head as my dick makes slow strokes inside her tightening pussy. “Yesterday, after morning skate. The second we got the scan images, I booked in with the same artist who had done my thigh tattoo. Do you like it?”
She trails her dainty fingers over the image. “Archer, I … you got Emily tattooed on your body. It’s the most incredible thing I have ever seen.”
My heart swells, and I sit back again, this time bringing my girl with me until we’re fucking in the lotus position. I know this one’s good for her, she likes me deep, and I like to feel her swollen belly as she grinds against me, taking all that she wants from my body.
“When Emily’s born, I want to get yours and her fingerprints just underneath it.”
Darcy lifts up and sinks back down onto me, tipping my chin up with her forefinger as she kisses me with a passion so deep that I swear to God, my soul leaves my body.
“I love you, Archer. With everything I have, I love you so much.”
When her first orgasm hits, she spreads her legs wider, a crimson flush overtaking her flawless complexion. Her blue eyes are glazed, pouty pink lips parted as a climax so strong suspends her in a euphoric trance.
Throughout the years I’ve known this girl, I’ve thought on multiple occasions that she couldn’t get any more beautiful. This moment, right here, blows everything out of the water.
Her skin glows from my growing baby, a sheen of perspiration covering her skin as she rides my cock with abandon.
I know our bedsheets are fucked, and I know I won’t be able to hang on much longer as my balls tighten.
I’m ready to let go and imprint this image of my wife in my memory, just like I have our daughter on my skin.
“You’ve changed my life, Darcy.” At first, I can’t be sure if I said the words out loud, but when Darcy’s eyes grow glassier, I realize I did.
“You made me believe in love,” I continue, emotions spilling out of me in the way I know I’ll empty inside her any minute.
“My life was happy, but you gave it meaning. I’ve got everything to live for beyond my years as a hockey player. ”
Minutes—albeit I don’t know how many—pass where all we do is make out and fuck each other slowly. The flush painting Darcy’s skin only grows deeper with every orgasm I give her until I really am at the point of zero return.
“I’m going to come.” My words are weak as I buckle under the intensity of her love, shooting deep inside my wife.
Darcy flops into my chest as we both come down from our joint high. She reaches a hand up, tugging on my chain and asking for my mouth. “I’ve got something I want to give you. I was going to wait until tonight, but I don’t think I can,” she confesses between kisses.
I push a few strands of damp hair away from her face. “I’m supposed to be the one who spoils you.”
As she pulls back to reach for the nightstand, my cock slips out of her, and immediately, I want back inside.
Fuck me, today is going to be epic.
“Yeah, well, suck it up, Thigh Boy.” She giggles, pulling a long black box from the drawer.
Darcy kneels in front of me, eyes sparkling with excitement just before she cracks the lid.
“I know you bought the last one for yourself, and I don’t want you to think this is in any way replacing it. But …” She trails off as I try and take in the yellow gold chain. “I figured it was time to buy you another. As a reminder of how far you’ve come.”
Taking the small golden dog tag between my fingers, I turn it around to see those exact words— How far you’ve come —along with, All my love, Darcy Doll , written underneath.
Without any more words exchanged, she sets the box down and plucks the chain from its black velvet cushion, dangling it between us.
“I’ve met three types of dads in this world.
” She begins talking as she unclasps the chain and hangs it around my neck.
“One I share DNA with, but rarely speak to since he can’t be bothered to get in touch.
” She secures the clasp and takes my face between her hands.
“Another who loves me like his own daughter and who, oftentimes, I wish were my blood father.”
I swallow down my emotions. “And the third type?”
She just smiles, eyes searching my face.
“The third is his own unique brand—the kind who inks his daughter onto his body and treats his wife like an absolute queen. The kind of dad who has so much talent, but never really discovered his true gift until he fell in love with a girl and found out she was having his baby.” She takes my hand in hers.
“He’s courageous and loves without question.
He’s funny and smart—he can even solve master sudoku puzzles.
” A single bubble of laughter leaves her as she strokes her thumb under my eye, wiping away a single tear as it hits my cheek.
“To the onlooker,” she continues, “he might be the most unlikely dad—all about fun and messing around with women. But lesson by lesson, he taught his baby mama that the world was wrong to conclude that he was anything other than perfect.”