Epilogue – London
Archer and I have been back together three weeks and two days.
I mean, that’s if I’m counting.
And I’m counting.
Because being with Archer is worth keeping track of, and for the first time in my life, I finally feel at home, at peace, and safe. With myself, with a man.
I never thought I’d find that and I’m beyond grateful Archer gave me a second chance—gave us a second chance.
“What’s got you smiling?” Archer asks me from his spot at his computer, his tattooed fingers resting on the keys.
“Nothing,” I lie and put my arm over the back of the couch, turning fully toward him. “What happened to the no falling in love thing?”
“What?”
“When I first got here, you set some ground rules. One of which was no falling in love.”
Archer grins. “I guess some rules are meant to be broken.” He returns to his task but I stay focused on him.
“Tell me how you do it.”
“Do what?” His brows bunch together and because I can, I rise from my spot and walk over to him.
Before, when we were just roommates, I wouldn’t act on those impulses, those urges to be near him. At least not in an unfiltered way. Sure, I gravitated in his vicinity, but not like this.
I’m his girlfriend now, so I’m allowed to invade his personal space.
Putting my arm around his shoulder, I nod to the computer. “How did you stalk me?”
“You’re saying it like it’s past tense,” Archer scoffs and pulls me into his lap, his hand resting on my bare knee. His touch is warm and electric and sends a shock wave straight to my center.
I’ve never wanted a man as badly as I want Archer Sin—and boy am I lucky I can have him whenever I want.
“Come on,” I tell him. “Show me.”
Archer kisses the side of my head. “You really want to know?”
“Don’t make me beg.”
Archer sighs and leans forward to type a sequence of buttons I can’t quite keep track of.
A bunch of screens pop up, some loading, some with code still on it, and some with camera feeds.
“Traffic cameras are cake to hack into. Those are everywhere. There aren’t many dead spots in the city, so tracking someone is super simple.
And most businesses have some sort of security or surveillance system that uses their Wi-Fi, which is child’s play.
Once you get the hang of how to get in, it’s pretty easy.
Some have audio, some are in black and white, some have color.
It just varies depending on what they’re using.
I haven’t come across anything I haven’t been able to hack into.
Anything with a Wi-Fi connection or a camera is fair game.
Cell phones, smart TVs, computers, baby monitors, you name it, I can get access to it. ”
I watch in awe at the tabs displayed, wondering if there’s anything I could ever hide from Archer if he truly wanted to find it out. He already knows the worst of my secrets, I guess there isn’t anything I wouldn’t be willing to share with him.
“And…” Archer clears his throat. “Since I’m being honest right now. There are trackers on almost everything you own. Your phone, your purses, your shoes.” He swallows harshly like he’s a bit embarrassed by what he’s saying. “Some of your jewelry, too.”
I breathe in deeply, my shoulders rising with it. “Well, I mean, that explains a lot.”
“Are you mad?” He breaks his attention from the computer to look at me.
“No.” I cup his cheek in my hand, my thumb running along his skin. “But you better not be stalking any other women. I draw the line at me. I know you’re an untouchable Sin brother, but I will castrate you if you—”
Archer cuts me off, pressing his lips to mine, kissing me in such a passionate way that I lose track of my thoughts. He breaks away, resting his forehead on mine. “I don’t want anyone other than you, London, I swear. I give you my word.”
“Good.” I give him a brief peck. “What else can you hack into? Can you get me some of the money my dad had tied up with the Feds when he died?”
“Let me see.” Archer scoots us a little closer, going to work typing on the screen. It takes him two minutes to pull up five of my father’s accounts, all of them frozen.
“I can’t believe the bastard took everything with him.”
Archer lets out a small chuckle. “Don’t worry, little tornado, I’ve got this.”
Ten minutes later, Archer has managed to pull all but a tiny amount of money out of each of the accounts, rerouting it to various offshore accounts and finally depositing it into another, totaling over twenty-three million dollars.
I blink at the screen, not quite following completely. “What did you just do?”
“I got you the money.” He says it so matter-of-fact, like he expects me to understand what he just did.
“Long story short, I ran his money through a few different businesses to legitimize it, made a fake will, put everything as payable to you upon death, and put it in an account with your name on it. It’s yours now, legally.
And because of the way I set it up, there are no state or federal taxes that need to be paid. ”
My mouth drops open at the zeros staring at me in my new bank account. “Holy shit, I have never been more attracted to you in my entire life.”
“Yeah?” Archer squeezes my thigh and grins. “It’s just twenty million, though, I can give you more.”
“Shut up and kiss me, big boy.” I shake my head and smile at him before crashing my mouth onto his, his tongue parting my lips.
He snakes his hand farther up my thigh and under my skirt. My legs part, desperate for him to keep going.
Archer doesn’t stop. He keeps inching closer and closer until the tip of his finger hooks under my panties and is sliding over my wetness.
I moan into his mouth and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him deeper as he penetrates me.
He obliges me by putting another finger in, curving them upward and rocking them along my G-spot.
I nearly tremble under his touch, my body coming alive for him.
I tighten around his fingers and quiver when he brushes his thumb over my aching clit.
Archer weaves his free hand up my back to my neck, and grips a handful of my hair, dragging me away from his kiss.
His eyes meet mine and I’m damn glad, because this means he’s going to let me orgasm soon.
If the last few weeks have taught me anything, it’s that Archer loves to watch me come undone for him.
He tightens his hold on the back of my head and rocks his fingers inside of me like he’s mastered the art of fucking me with every part of him.
“Anything you want, London. It’s yours.” He continues to finger me.
“You want money, it’s yours. I’ll take you anywhere, give you anything.
You want the world to fucking burn, I’ll light the match.
You have me—mind, body, and soul—in this life and the next. A million times over.”
My climax heightens with every word he speaks.
“My heart, my cock, my fingers…all yours.” He tilts my head toward him as I gasp and moan. His nose grazes mine. “Now come for me, little tornado. Show me what a beautiful mess you can make.”
He hits my clit and G-spot at just the right fucking angle to send me flying over the edge, my orgasm hitting so hard I lose vision for a second as I shatter under his heavenly wrath.
My legs shake and he kisses me, swallowing every one of my moans.
He doesn’t stop moving his fingers, not even while I tremble uncontrollably, pure bliss consuming me.
Archer slows his movements and smiles against my mouth.
“That’s my girl.” He carefully pumps his fingers in and out a few more times before withdrawing and sliding them around my throbbing clit.
Archer tugs my panties back over my pussy and brings his hand to his mouth, tasting his soaked fingers. “The finest delicacy known to man.”
I catch my breath and will my heart to stop racing and the world to stop spinning. I’d think I’d be used to him making me come this intensely, but each time is unlike the last.
The second I’m almost certain I can return to somewhat normal, I almost jump out of his arms when the door to his apartment flies open and Seven steps through.
“Shit,” Archer mutters and glances at his watch. “I lost track of the days.”
“Smells like sex in here,” Seven announces loudly.
I manage to hop off Archer’s lap and stand without my legs giving out, forcing a polite smile at the rest of his siblings that follow Seven in.
Dusting off the wrinkles in my skirt, I walk barefoot over to the kitchen and reach for the cabinet where the plates are, but Archer beats me there, swatting my hand away.
“Go sit down, little tornado. I’ve got this.”
I fold my arms over my chest and glare at him. “I can help.”
He presses a quick kiss on my lips. “I know you can, but that doesn’t mean you have to.” Archer gently pushes me. “Go sit at the table. I’ll be right behind you.”
“I wish you were right behind me.” I wink at him and smile as a smirk forms on his handsome face. “I made you blush.”
His eyes darken and I wish like hell I could read whatever filth that’s on his mind.
“There’s my firecracker.” Seven interrupts us and slaps his hands on the counter. “How are we?”
I sense the shift in Archer and react accordingly, moving to get Seven away from him.
Archer is still pissed at Seven, and at Leo, and despite reasoning with him, I can’t quite get him to forgive them yet.
I’m not even family and he gave me a second chance, I don’t know why he can’t do the same for them.
Although, knowing those two, it’s probably their five billionth time stabbing Archer in the back.
Seven leans in close and lowers his voice. “You talk to Grace yet?”
“I’m working on it,” I tell him and guide him over to the table, pulling out a chair for him to sit in, at the far side where I know Archer won’t be. “These things require finessing.”
Seven shoves his bottom lip out, pouting like a damn baby.
“Cut that out. Grace wants a man, not a child,” I tease him.