Chapter Seven
Marin
I hold my guitar against my chest and strum out a few notes as quietly as possible.
The sun isn’t even up yet, but playing relaxes me, and right now, I need to relax.
Not because of anything bad, but because it’s taking every ounce of me to not walk back into that bedroom and wake Archer up by rubbing my pussy all over him.
Would he like that? Would he like my sopping wet cunt all over his face? On his stomach? His thighs? His balls?
It’s all I thought about all night long. All I dreamt about as I snuggled into his big, strong arms.
I’ve never been this horny in my life. It’s like something is clawing at me from the inside and the only way to make it stop is to give it Archer’s big, massive, thick, throbbing cock.
I need help.
“How did you get out of that bed without me?” Archer’s voice is low and groggy as he steps into the room and leans into my head for a kiss.
“Not sure.” I smile, warmth passing over me the second I see him. “You were sleeping so sound.”
“That’s a first. I’m usually up around three a.m. ready to go.” He lowers next to me on the couch with a groan. “I didn’t realize you played guitar.”
“My mom used to play. This is her guitar.”
“Oh wow. Are you guys still close?”
“She passed away a few years ago.” I shrug. “I still talk to her, but she doesn’t say much back these days.”
“I’m sorry.” He reaches out for my hand and holds it close.
I nod. “My mom was the best guitar player. She used to play lounges all over San Francisco. People would line up for hours just to see her shows. She’d always bring me along and I’d sit in the front of the house with a Coke, and I’d watch everyone listen to her.
Really listen, like they wanted to know her stories.
I knew right then I wanted to be a musician. ”
“Play something for me.” He brushes a strand of my hair back softly as he speaks.
“I wish I could, but I can only strum ever so lightly with this one. I don’t want to break her.” I nod toward a crack in the neck of the instrument.
“What happened?”
“My ex.” I shake my head. “I got talking about my feelings one night and he got pissed, threw a mug, and they landed just right. Money is tight but I’ll get it fixed soon.
” I slide the guitar back into the case and stare down on it with a full heart.
“My mom played every single one of her shows with that old Gibson. I won’t play on anything else. ”
“Well then, we’ll take it to the city today and get it fixed.” He stands from the couch and pulls me up into his orbit. “Go get dressed. We’ll stop on the way in for breakfast.”
“What? We can’t. We’re going out to the woods to look for your dad’s whiskey book today. You need it to get these rednecks off your back. Plus, I was thinking about some more ideas for social media and I thought—”
“Go get dressed.” He turns me around and pats my bottom lightly. “I’m taking you to get the guitar fixed.”
“I priced it once before and it’s an expensive fix. I can’t afford it right now. I’m… homeless.”
“You’re not homeless. You’re right here… in your home. And truthfully, I’m being a bit selfish about getting that guitar fixed.”
“How’s that?”
“Well, I’m looking for a musician to play the bar every night. If you’re interested, I’d like it if that musician was you.”
“Oh, I’m not as good as my mom. She was magic with this guitar. I’m like… a third of her talent, and even that’s probably generous.”
“We’re going to have to work on your confidence, aren’t we?
” He leans in again, kissing the top of my head with more pressure this time.
“I heard the sounds you made last night, and it sounded like fucking music to me. So… I’m going to have to guard you while you play, but I know you’d bring in an audience… if you’re willing.”
Swallowing hard, I stare up at the man in front of me. My boss. My big, giant, older boss. My boss with a daughter two years older than me.
He’s the one guy on Earth I can’t want. The one guy I can’t have a future with. The one guy that’s completely off limits. Yet somehow, he’s the one and only man I’ve ever truly wanted.
I slept so soundly in his arms last night. It felt so right swallowing him down. It felt so good with his thick fingers searching around inside of me.
My clit throbs again at the mere thought of last night, though that’s not what I’m supposed to be thinking about.
I’m supposed to be thinking about a trip to the city.
The one place I’ve been desperate to go back to since I left.
I’m supposed to be thinking about the guitar I’ve wanted fixed, and how kind it is that Archer wants to fix it for me.
I’m supposed to be thinking about the gig he wants me to play, and what that would mean for my dreams, my future.
Maybe I wouldn’t have to tend bar anymore. Maybe I could sing like my mom.
Instead, all that consumes me are thoughts of crawling back into bed with my boss to see what kind of trouble we can get into next.
“Come on.” He pats my bottom again, this time with a little squeeze. “I know a guy who’ll take care of this within a couple of days.”
“You’ve already given me a place to live. I can’t let you pay for my guitar repairs too.”
He tilts his head to the side in playful jest, and I know what he’s thinking without a single word. That I can pay the balance in a plethora of ways. Or maybe that’s what I hope he’s thinking, because I most definitely can offer multiple forms of payment for the repairs.
“Oh… wait.” I sigh and turn toward him, my heart sinking. “I can’t go for a few hours. Walker texted me early this morning and asked if I could come in and help out. Apparently, someone called the health department on us and there’s a ‘surprise’ visit going on today sometime.”
Archer scrubs his hand down over his face. “Those fucking rednecks. They won’t quit.”
“You should go out to your dad’s hunting cabin today and see if you can find that old whiskey book.
Not to mention that we can’t be seen coming into work together, anyway.
” I run my hand down Archer’s muscular forearm.
“Plus, you know Walker. He doesn’t want to be there as it is.
If you show up, day off or not, he’ll bail the second you walk in the door. ”
“I don’t want you there alone.” He grips my waist and pulls me in closer. “Not when I know your mouth can do the things it did to me last night.”
This comment makes me smile. “Really? I figured it was probably awful. I’ve never,” I purse my lips and shake my head, “not once.”
“I think that’s why it was so good. You were sloppy and unrehearsed.” His cock pokes at my hip as he talks. “Jesus. I said I wasn’t going to do this come morning.”
“What’s this?”
“Climb all over you like a fuckin’ animal.” He bites back a growl and nods once before stepping back. “You’re right. I should probably head out to the hunting cabin today. You can take my truck into work. If anyone asks, just tell them you had car trouble and I let you borrow Tank.”
“Tank?”
“My truck.”
“You name your truck?”
“You don’t name your car?”
“No,” I laugh. “Why would I name my car? It’s a car.”
“Well, a truck isn’t just a truck. It’s Tank, and Tank has gotten me through some shit.”
“So if I’m driving Tank, what will you drive?”
“I’ll take Wes, the old farm truck. I should only be gone for a few hours.” He hesitates for a moment as though he knows he should stop there but can’t help himself. “Don’t forget the rules.”
I tilt my head back playfully as I head into the bedroom to change into my work skirt and the little black tank top with the distillery logo on it. I want to tease him more about the names he’s given his trucks, but I think the conversation about rules might be more fun. “What rules?”
He pokes me in the stomach playfully. “Don’t fuck with me.”
“We agreed the rules only applied when I was in your house.”
“And you’re in my house.”
“Now, but when I’m at the distillery, I’m at work.”
I want to insight that dominant, possessive streak again. I want his hand cracking against my ass. I want his punishments. His obsessive control.
“You know what I meant.”
“I do know what you meant,” I grin, “but that’s not what we agreed on. We agreed that I would follow the rules while I was under your roof, which I won’t be when I’m at work.”
“Technically, that’s still my roof. I own the distillery.”
“But that’s not what you said.”
It’s the last statement I get out before he grips my arm, sits on the bed, and throws me over his lap.
“Last chance to comply.” His big rough hand rubs circles on my ass.
I grin. “I’m not trying to disobey you. I’m just stating what you ask—”
His hand cracks against my ass, one solid spank after another, every one of them harder than the last as my skin ripples and stings with each touch.
“Jesus Christ, you make me hard as a fuckin’ rock. I should spank your ass for that too.”
My chest tightens, my clit throbs, and my entire body does somersaults as I brace for another spanking. This one doesn’t come, though.
He stands me upright and stares toward me as my phone vibrates in my pocket. “Who is it?”
“I’m not looking at it. How would I know?” I’m hoping this snarky remark will get me another swat, but it doesn’t. Instead, he pulls my phone from my back pocket and stares at the screen.
“It’s my brother. You should get down to the distillery.
I’ll be there in an hour, tops.” He tosses my phone onto the bed beside us and rubs my ass where he’d just landed at least half a dozen stinging, little spanks.
“I’m trying not to want you, but you and this soft, little body make it hard as hell. You know that?”
His cock pokes into my chest as I lay splayed out on his lap.
“Yeah,” I grin, satisfied. “I can feel how hard this is for you.”
“Good.” He stands from the bed and strips off my tank top before handing me the long-sleeve shirt he bought for me last night. “So be a good girl and don’t talk to any boys today or that spanking will turn into something far more.”
“More how?” I grin and rub my hand over the bulge growing in his jeans. “I really want to play.”
He growls low in his throat and leans into my ear. “You want me to tease you like you’re teasing me? You want me to toss you back on that bed and edge you all night tonight? Make you beg me to let you come?”
I stare up at the giant before me, so big and strong, so possessive. “I’ve never been edged before. Does it feel good?”
“Jesus Christ.” He drags his thumb across my lower lip and leans down, his lips on mine for the very first time.
I’m on the tips of my toes, leaning up into him. He’s moaning low, growling as my tongue twists with his in a desperate effort to save me from him.
“You’re so fucking innocent, my little princess,” he whispers, kissing me again, this time sliding his hand over my breast to twist his thumb over my hard nipple before sliding beneath my skirt to sink into my soaking hole again. It’s heaven. Every fucking second of it.
I arch into his touch and whimper as he scrubs my clit with his thumb, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
“When you’re at the distillery today and some boy wants to talk to you, I want you to remember this moment.
Remember how this feels. Would you want me to let you come, or would you want me to keep you on the edge like this all night long? ”
As his fingers thrust into me and twist around my swollen clit, it’s easy to know that answer. I’d want to come. In fact, I need to come right now.
“Answer me,” he growls, still probing into my tight, little hole. “What would you want?”
“I’d wanna come,” I whine, bending into him.
“Good.” He stops and pulls his fingers from inside of me, licking them both off. “My keys are on the counter. Now get out of here before I claim you right now and ruin your life.”
I’ve never really been a good listener, but in this moment, I want nothing more than to obey every word of every command that slides from his deep and possessive lips.