Chapter Eleven
Marin
I draw in a deep, soothing breath as I stare out the back porch and into the darkening woods. This time of day, the sun splashes red and orange, painting the sky like some Bob Ross masterpiece.
That guy is really fun to watch paint. I’ve seen a few of his videos when I needed to calm myself down after my ex would have one of his fits.
There’s something about the slow stroke of a brush and gentle talking that feels so relaxing.
It’s a lot like playing my guitar, though my ex hated it when I played. He said I interrupted his peace.
“You ever think about the future?” Archer brushes my hair back away from my face, one soft strand at a time, until my eyes feel heavy.
“What do you mean?”
“What you want. Where you want to live. How many kids you’d like to have. That kind of thing.”
I shake my head and glance toward him. “Not really. I mean, I thought I wanted to be in the city. I imagined myself playing local bars and traveling around like my mom, but now,” I shrug and breathe in the musk of pine on his clothes, “I don’t know.
I’m kind of liking it out here. The whole redneck drama, hunting cabins with recipe books, and apple butter jars with homemade labels. It’s kind of cute.”
“Kind of?”
I grin and lie against his chest. “Kind of. What about you? You see a big, bright future ahead?”
“Hell, up until a few weeks ago, I thought the future was the distillery and a redneck war. Now, that feels like background music.”
“What’s it playing the track to?”
“Our life,” he hums under his breath, weaving his fingers through my hair as he talks. “I’ve spent way too much time lately thinking about the little cabin we could build together or the family we could have.”
Something easy settles into my chest. “You’d want a family with me?”
“Of course I want a family with you.” He lowers his chin toward my head. “You’re my girl. I want ten kids that look just like you running around, singing songs, and causing trouble.”
Warmth rushes through me, and I giggle and climb up onto his lap, my fingertips scrubbing through his long salt and pepper beard. “Are we still playing pretend ‘cause we’re at your house again, or is this real?”
“This is real, princess. I meant what I said earlier. You’re mine.
” His hands land on my hips as I grind back and forth on his lap without thought.
Archer’s massive hand travels up my back, his rough palms snagging on the fabric of my shirt.
“I know this is soon, and I know there are all these red flags now about love and when you should say it, but fuck, princess, I love you. I love you and I can’t hold it in anymore.
I can’t do it, and I won’t feel bad about what this is.
You’re my girl. My sweet, innocent, little princess, and you’re mine. There’s no way around it now.”
A slow tear rolls down my cheek and onto my lips where it sits half a second before Archer brushes it away with his thumb.
“Why are you crying, sweet girl?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. I’ve just… I didn’t know love could feel like this. I thought it was supposed to be hard, and I thought I’d have to hide all these parts of me to be treated right. My ex always made me feel like I was too much for needing this kind of comfort.”
“Too much for needing comfort? Princess, you’re not too much. He wasn’t enough.” Archer kisses my eyelids as another happy tear falls. “I’m here now, and I’ll make up for every bad thing he ever said to you. I promise.”
He fists into my hair and tugs me close, our lips meeting in an open-mouthed kiss that feels like heaven on Earth.
I’ll never tire of this. I’ll want this very touch every second of every day for the rest of eternity.
I have no doubt about it. I’ve finally found my soulmate and I’m not letting go, even if this is hard, even if this makes zero sense on paper.
“I told Walker to give him my address.”
My brows narrow, and a shot of something painful pokes at my chest. “What? Why would you do that? I don’t want him to know where I am. The guy is psychotic. That’s why I didn’t tell him where I was. Why would you—”
“He must have been following you around or something ‘cause he knew well enough to call the diner looking for you. If you didn’t tell anyone where you went, why would he look for you there?”
That stupid flash drive! I didn’t pull it out of the laptop when I left!
“Still, why would you tell him to come to your house?” My chest is tightening now at the thought of my ex showing up unannounced. “He knows people. Important people. He could ruin our lives.”
Archer nods toward two shotguns by the door. “I have friends too, and my friends end fights really quickly.”
“So, you’re going to shoot him? Then what? Spend your life in jail? Our love is over before it’s even started. And what about Abigail?”
“I don’t shoot unless I can get away with it. If the man is on my property and he’s a threat, shooting is an option.” He leans into my lips again softly. “I only told you so you wouldn’t be surprised if he showed up.”
“I didn’t want him to find me. I liked hiding.”
“Hiding from what? A spineless ass in a business suit?” He shakes his head. “Princess, there’s nothing to hide from. Let him come to us. You don’t need to worry about anything. I take care of you ‘cause you belong to me. I take care of what’s mine.”
I’ve never believed anyone more. With Archer, I feel safe. I feel safe, loved, adored, and protected. There’s no doubt about it.
“Tell me you know I’ll protect you,” he groans, leaning into my throat, his teeth scraping warmth against the nape of my neck.
“I know you’ll protect me.” A chill runs down my spine as his big, warm hand sneaks beneath my shirt to lift off my tank top.
“Good girl. And you know that I love you, right? Even when I’m doing filthy things to your body?”
My panties flood as I nod.
“Good girl. Stand up for me. Stand up and scoot that little skirt down onto the floor and bend over on the couch.”
Lord help me with these commands. One word with that tone and my pussy starts to ache. One single word and I’m like a little kitten mewling for my belly scratches.
Thumbs hooked into the side of my bouncy little skirt, I tug the sides down and shimmy out, letting the fabric drop to the floor with my sopping panties. I think I was better at it this time than I was in his office earlier. The motion felt smoother.
Archer growls and drinks me in, his gaze drawing up and down my frame like a beast who’s tired of tugging on the leash.
“Yes, good,” he says low, a drunken expression in his gaze as he stares down at my pussy and up again. “Now show me your little asshole. I want to taste it.”
What?
He wants to taste my asshole? Is this something people do? It sounds horrible! Why would anyone ever want to taste my asshole?
I don’t say any of this out loud, but he must sense my hesitation. His fingers weave through my hair and he growls low against my ear. “I want to claim every hole you have. And tonight, I’m claiming that ass. Bend over.”
A shot of excitement rushes through me, and though I’m not sure what to expect, I don’t stop him. I never would. I want whatever Archer has to give.
Leaning forward, I bend onto the ottoman in front of the couch, my reflection staring back at me in the darkened porch window.
His warm hand lands on my ass and he spreads my cheeks apart. “Jesus Christ, look at this little asshole, so damn puckered and tight. You have no fucking clue how bad I need this.”
His teeth scrape across my ass cheek as he spreads me wider, and suddenly, I feel the warm heat of his tongue against my back hole.
I’m not sure what to think. It’s not awful. It’s actually warm, wet, and insanely wrong, which makes the whole thing hotter.
His tongue dips and licks around the hole for a moment before I feel the soft stretch of his finger dip into the crack of my ass. “You’re going to like this, princess. You’re going to be begging me for more.”
My pussy aches and drips as he pushes his finger in further. “That’s right. You’re taking it so good. I told you that you’d like it.”
He’s barely finished his sentence before he’s back to spitting and licking the hole, forcing it wet before slowly pulling out with a slow pop that leaves me feeling empty and unsatisfied.
“Where are you going? Don’t go.” I watch as he steps before me and strips off his jeans, his large, thick cock buoyantly bouncing at erect attention.
“Suck my cock, little princess. Suck it hard.” He grips the back of my head and shoves me onto his dick hard and fast as he taps the side of my cheek with his palm. “Suck it. Suck me hard. Get my cock wet.”
Oh God. The violence in his movements makes every sensation in my body overwhelmingly alive.
I lick, suck, tug, and stroke, harder and faster, desperate to make him happy as his hairy thighs tense at my hot cheeks.
“Good girl.” He pulls out quickly and tucks into the pocket of his jeans for a small bottle of some kind of liquid.
It looks like that lube stuff I saw at the party the other night. I wonder if he grabbed it from his desk earlier. He had a bunch of leftover stuff in there with that vibrator he used on me.
He squirts some of the liquid into his hand and begins stroking his cock fast and hard with a grunt as he moves toward my back end again.
With a ragged voice, he says, “You know you’re my little princess, right?”
I nod, my heart pounding with anticipation at how this man is ever going to get his giant cock inside of my back hole.
“Good girl, ‘cause this is going to hurt, and I need you to know I’m not doing it on purpose, but it needs to be done. I need to claim your little asshole. I need to claim you everywhere.”
I swallow hard and hold tight to the edges of the ottoman as he positions the head of his cock to my back entrance with a grunt so deep that I feel his chest heaving as he presses in.
My thighs widen instinctually, trying to make more room, but it’s no use. There’s no room to make.
“Don’t move, princess. I’ll come right away.” He thrusts in slowly for a second time. I have no idea how much of him is actually inside of me, but it feels like I’m being torn apart and filled up in the best possible way.
I tuck my hand between my legs and scrub my clit as he works.
“Jesus Christ.” He holds my hips tighter. “I said don’t move.”
“Does it make you crazy when I touch myself?” I moan as I continue to circle my swollen clit, realizing for the first time that my ass tightens when I near orgasm.
“Fuck,” he groans, gripping me tighter. “Fuck me… you little fuckin’ tease.”
I buck and squirm as he pumps small thrusts into my tight, little ass. Then finally, without warning, an orgasm rips through me.
My entire body shakes and convulses as moan after joyous moan spills from my lips.
“Christ,” Archer sighs, gripping my hips tighter as he presses his stiff dick in further. “I’m going to come in this tight, little ass. Are you ready?”
I pant out some sort of reply, though I don’t know what it is. I only know that I need it. I need his come dripping out of my ass, and I need it now.
“Good fucking girl,” he growls and lets go. “You’re wound so goddamn tight for me.” He sounds strung out, like a beast, a wild animal, a feral monster losing control.
He curves his body over mine, holds one tit in his hand, and growls deep in my ear, sending a wave of energy through me I’ve never felt in my life.
It’s like static. The warmest, softest static. A static that hits every nerve, every muscle, every prayer I’ve ever sent out.
He’s so much bigger than me, so much stronger.
It’s euphoria!
I lean back into him, allowing his cock into my ass further as he growls low in my ear and fills me up.
“Fuck,” he pants hard and hot against my shoulder, kissing me over and over again, “you’re so tight. I don’t even know how I’m going to get out of here. Can you feel how tight your ass has me locked in?”
I drag in a deep breath, releasing it slowly, trying to unclench my bottom, but it doesn’t work.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know how to let go.”
He holds me tighter and kisses the back of my neck as my asshole spasms around his thick cock. “You don’t have to let go. I’m right where I want to be.”
It’s then that I see my ex staring at us through the patio doors! What the fuck is happening?