Chapter 18
DARCY
I’ve figured out that I’m a sucker for secret sex, and I’m absolutely fine with that.
Replacing my phone, I zip up my clutch bag and loop the small strap around my wrist. I can feel the anticipation and excitement fizzing through me, and it only kicks up when I rejoin my friends and brother just as Archer leaves the room, throwing me a daring wink on his exit.
“What do you think, Darce?” Jack turns to me, assuming I’ve heard everything he’s been saying these past few minutes.
“Hmm?”
Jack rolls his eyes mockingly, pulling me into his side. “We’re talking about heading to a few bars at the end of the function. The team leaves for Boston the day after tomorrow, and we’ll be gone for five days while we wrap up preseason.”
I look around at Jenna, Kendra, and Collins.
“I was actually going to have an early night.” I take a deep breath. “That chest infection took me right out, and I’m exhausted.”
It’s the truth; I am way more tired than I normally am after an infection. It’s hardly surprising with the insane hours I’ve been working to catch up on the time off I took.
The corner of Jenna’s lips tips up, and I feel my cheeks heat. She’s worked out my real reason for wanting to leave.
“Girl, I’ve had one respiratory infection in my life, and it took me out for, like, a month straight. I say get yourself home.”
“Do you need a lift home?” Jack asks, releasing me from his side.
I shake my head and plant a kiss on each of my friend’s cheeks, blowing another kiss across the room to Mum and Jon, who are both deep in conversation with the new GM.
I turn back to Jack, “No, I’m good. I’ll be just fine.”
Without looking back, I’m heading for the exit, nerves and excitement now swirling in my gut. It’s been over a week since I spent time with Archer, and despite me wanting to play it cool, I can’t deny I’ve missed him.
But as I step into the plush lobby, other than the concierge and a couple of people I don’t recognize, there’s no sign of Archer.
I move to one side and reach into my bag for my phone.
“I’m right here, Doll.”
Tingles settle in my toes as I look up at Archer.
He takes a step toward me, and my back finds the wall. His eyes are molten, a cocky smirk playing on his lips. This is the Archer I expected to find when I first agreed to sleep with him.
He towers over me, breath fanning my face.
“Where do you want to go?” I say under my breath, so incredibly turned on.
Like he’s enjoying holding me here—locked in his penetrative gaze—Archer doesn’t immediately answer, one hand finding my waist and sending a searing heat through the thin fabric of my dress.
“You told me you wanted to have fun, right?” When he finally breaks the silence, his voice is gravelly.
“That’s precisely what I want.”
“All right then.” His other hand intertwines with mine as he turns and leads me toward a door just off the hallway.
Checking that the few people in our vicinity aren’t watching, Archer opens the door and guides me into a dark room, closing us inside and flicking the lock behind us. Only a crack of light from the bright lobby creeps underneath the door.
In a flash, my back is against the door, his huge hand flat above my head. I’ve got nowhere to go in this small room, not that I’d want to escape his clutches.
Archer’s ragged breathing slows as he gazes down at me. The urgency we had when we entered the room has all but disappeared as he brings his other hand up to cup my cheek.
“I know I already told you tonight, but I think it warrants me saying again that you look fucking incredible.”
My eyes drop to his perfectly finished bow tie, and I reach up and pull it apart until it hangs open around his neck. “And you’re giving me James Bond vibes.”
Archer studies my face, as he does so often when I see him, only his observations seem more deliberate tonight, and I hold my breath in response. Just like in Jack and Kendra’s spare bedroom, it feels like I’m fighting for oxygen.
“Tell me something, Darcy.” Keeping his hand against my cheek, he rubs his thumb along my bottom lip, and instinctively, my tongue darts out to track the movement. “Do you plan on making me wait a week between each time I see you?”
Voices sound from the other side of the door, although at this point, it’s just noise; nothing can penetrate the atmosphere building inside this tiny room.
“Or maybe I should put it another way … did you deliberately make me wait a week to see you because I’d freaked you out with what I said the last time we were together?”
“I-I’m not freaked out.” My voice is about as strong as the wobbly knees that are trying to keep me standing.
His spicy cologne envelops me, along with the determined look in his eyes. He wants answers.
“So, you aren’t avoiding me?”
I shake my head once. “No. I’ve been busy catching up at work.”
He seems satisfied with my answer, although I can tell there’s something else playing on his mind.
“Just go ahead and say whatever else is eating at you, Archer.”
Our lips are barely apart when he leans down to my height, moving his hand from my cheek to my hip.
“Why is it that Blake Harrison can buy you drinks in front of your stepdad and brother, yet I can’t even be near you without Jack giving me the death stare?”
I fight back a smirk. He’s jealous.
“Don’t play with me, Doll. You know I’m right in my observations. While our rookie forward gets cozy with my girl, I’m left on the sidelines, hating that everything I do with you has to be in secret. If I’d bought you that drink, you’d have had to claim that it was from someone else.”
I’m tempted to appease him with a kiss. “Maybe it’s because there’s a clear difference between you and Blake.”
Archer pulls back slightly, a crease forming between his brows as he frowns down at me.
I reach onto my tiptoes and smooth out the line. I hate it when he isn’t smiling.
He catches my hand as I bring it back to my side, kissing the center of my palm in a move that’s so sweet that it melts me as much as the first time he did it. “Blake isn’t your brother’s best friend?”
Cocking my head to one side, I nod once. “Well, that, I guess. Although that isn’t the real reason.”
Archer presses his body into mine. “You’re killing me here.”
My mouth suddenly turns dry, and I lick my lips. I know this is a risky admission on my part, but Archer has only ever been open with me. Last time we were together, I know I hurt him when I compared him to Liam. This time, I want him to know how much he and the time we spend together mean to me.
I force down the temptation to back out and push out the words. “Because I don’t look at Blake the way I look at you, and neither does he make me feel special.”
Air leaves his lungs in a whoosh that fills the space around us. Although his eyes tell me everything I need to know as they soften in the glow of the room. “Making you feel special is all I’ve ever wanted to do.”
Without another word, Archer lifts my long dress around my waist and drops down in front of me, then lifts one of my legs onto his shoulder.
A swift bubble of laughter leaves my throat. “You see what I mean? You’re even on your knees for me now.”
I expect him to laugh along with me. He doesn’t. Instead, he swipes a single finger through my pussy before taking it into his mouth and sucking it.
“Doll, if your man doesn’t get on his knees for you daily, then trust me when I say you don’t want him.”
I can form no words when he swipes his hand through me again, burying his face between my thighs.
“You weren’t lying, no underwear,” he whispers against my sensitive pussy.
I push my head back into the wooden door. My clutch slides off my wrist and hits the floor as my entire body goes limp.
“I was thinking about buying you lingerie to go with your tote and cute dresses. I’m now thinking I prefer you like this—bare and ready for me whenever I want.”
The charge in the room morphs in an instant as Archer switches from sensitive and caring to full-on possessive.
So many sides to this man.
I groan when his tongue passes through me again, followed by his fingers as they pinch my sensitive clit.
Archer spreads me apart, licking and sucking so well, ruining me for any other man.
He pauses and looks up at me, lips shining with my arousal. “Is that what you want, Darcy? For me to take you whenever we can, wherever we are?”
An agreeable noise rises up my throat, and he drops my leg, rising to his full height as he brackets me in with his arms.
“Since you want to be a dirty girl for me, go ahead and suck my cock.”
I quirk a brow at him. It comes off as challenging, but really, I’m nervous. I rarely went down on Liam. I rarely did anything with Liam.
My hands fall to the button on his trousers. “What if you can’t handle my mouth and you blow straightaway?” I pull down the zipper, popping the button and pushing his pants and boxers below his ass. “I want you to fuck me too.”
His breathing is back to ragged. His lips are millimeters from mine, and his voice is hoarse as he says, “Is that what happened with pathetic little Liam? Was it a choice between a blow job or sex?” He brushes his mouth over mine.
“That’s not how it works with me. Especially not when it comes to you.
I could shoot down your throat a thousand times and still be hard enough to make you scream. ”
I swallow thickly, dropping to my knees in front of him.
When I pass my tongue over the head, he pulls on my hair, and I look back up at him, wondering if I did it wrong.
His eyes are softer and laced with awe. “This is a fucking dream for me, Darcy. You, like this, ready to swallow my cock.”
I keep my gaze on his when I take him into my mouth, pushing his huge cock to the back of my throat. I force back a gag and pop off.
“I guess I could say the same thing—if a girl doesn’t drop to her knees in front of you, then she must be freaking crazy.”
Archer’s jaw hangs open as he pushes his cock back into my mouth. I accept it gladly. “Goddammit,” he bites out, his hand caressing my cheek. “It’s like your mouth was made for me.”
My tongue finds the piercings on his shaft, and Archer sucks in a sharp breath when I tease them, pride inflating my chest.
“I’m ready to blow, Darcy.” He tilts my face up to look at him.
Right as Archer grits out his words, the door handle moves beside me followed by familiar voices that flip my stomach.
“Is this the cloakroom? I can’t remember.”
“Shit. That’s Jack,” Archer hisses.
I bring him out of my mouth and smile, excitement coursing through me. “But the door’s locked, right?”
“Fuck it,” Archer breathes, right before he reaches down, looping his hands under my ass. “I need inside you. Now.”
I’m suspended and pressed against the door, legs wrapped around Archer’s waist, just as Jack tries the handle again.
“Holy fucking shit.” Archer drops his face into my neck, muffling his low voice and entering me slowly. “You’re so fucking tight. So fucking perfect.”
“I think it’s locked. Either that or the handle’s busted.” Jack’s voice filters from the other side.
Archer sucks on my collarbone right as he strokes into me again. “Don’t make a sound, Darcy. I need you to keep really quiet while I make you come. Can you do that for me?”
The tiniest whimper leaves my throat, and after that, all I can hear is the way my pussy takes him. Over and over again.
“That’s really good. You’re being so good for me,” he whispers again, growing harder and harder.
I can tell this is turning him on, driving him to the edge. It’s no different for me—I’ve never been this wet. Ever.
My pussy clamps around him, and I feel his smile against the shell of my ear.
“You’re so fucking naughty—you know that? There’s nothing British or ladylike about you when you let me spread you open and plow into this cunt.”
His hips pump into me, grinding deeper each time.
I turn my head to look at him. “Does forbidden fucking get you off?” I murmur against his lips.
Archer runs his tongue along my bottom lip, and I draw it between my teeth, tasting him.
“I know I shouldn’t be touching you like this.
When I put my hands on you, I know I’m crossing a line.
But the thing is …” He rolls into me again as I overhear Jack, Kendra, and Jenna trying to find a key so they can get their jackets and leave.
Archer swallows thickly. “I’m prepared to take the risk because I can’t stay away from you.
We’re just the same, Darcy. Other idiots might say that your laugh is too loud or you talk too much.
I say I can’t get enough of it. Of you.”
My orgasm hits me. Hard. Like a cannon between my thighs, ricocheting throughout my body. Archer covers my mouth with his, swallowing down my cries as he kisses me through it.
I pull back, whispering so quietly that I can barely hear myself, “Come inside me, Archer. Do it.” I know I’m letting my emotions take over, but fuck it; this boy is all I want in this moment. In so many moments.
Archer hated being apart for the past week—well, that makes two of us.
He supports my body weight with one arm, holding the door handle when someone on the other side tries it again.
When I feel his warm flow spill inside me, we’re both rendered speechless, mouths locked on each other as we fall from our silent highs.
He drops his forehead against mine, grinning like an idiot, while I press my lips together, fighting back laughter I know will give us away.
“Shhh!” He brings his pointer finger to his lips, laughing under his breath too.
“How do we get out of here, unseen?” I ask, slightly panicked, eyes darting around the darkened space.
Archer kisses the underside of my jaw, shoulders still vibrating with humor. “We wait it out. This is a storage closet.” He points toward a faint outline of a mop and bucket. “Not the cloakroom. As soon as they figure that out, we’ll be in the clear.”
I narrow my eyes at him. He’s still hard and inside me. “You had this all worked out, didn’t you?”
He shakes his head. “No. It’s just blind luck I picked this room. My brain doesn’t function well whenever I’m around you.”
He grins wide and rolls his hips again, and I gasp.
“Are we going again?”
He nods once, taking my mouth in another searing kiss. “We are. And then again when I get you back to my bed.”