Archer #2
She rides my cock to the same rhythm as the music across town, bouncing her back against the trellis and taking me until I’m not sure I can tell where she starts and I end.
Sucking my tongue between her lips, she feasts with a heady desperation they used to write about in the old fantasy stories.
A succubus collecting souls. A vampire drinking their victim dry.
But I don’t mind a single bit of it.
“I love you, Minka.” I grip her thighs, bruising her when I should be especially careful.
Slamming her against scratching vines when I know the thorns will mark her delicate skin.
But she does this to me. She steals my common sense and burrows in, unlocking the darkness I’ve spent a lifetime trying to ignore.
Exposing a part of my psyche I’ve tried so hard to forget.
She takes the man who trained himself to be decent—to be not Malone—and reduces me to nothing more than a beggar and an animal. A hunter who hasn’t eaten in too long.
“God. Archer .” She latches on to my neck, biting, so I swear her teeth break the skin, and a ferocious sting zings through my veins. But then she swallows me up again and squeezes my cock.
This. This is why I don’t fear death. Not if it came at her hands.
“So fucking tight.” I move faster, rocking my hips forward and slamming to the very base. Slipping my hand under her shirt, I peel her bra aside and cup her tit in my palm, tweaking her nipple and elongating the tip between my fingers. “Fuck, Minka. I can never get enough of you.”
“I’m close.” She drops her head back, exposing her neck and leaving me with the intoxicating view of her thundering pulse.
It pounds against her skin, dancing like it knows this is a night for doing so in the moonlight.
Tightening her legs around my hips, she draws me in and makes me work for our rhythm. “Archer?—”
I bring my hand down and circle her clit, and when she goes wild in my arms, bucking and squirming, I hold on extra tight. She mewls, desperately whining. Then she explodes, crushing my cock and drawing me to a standstill. Screaming, until I slap my hand over her mouth to keep the sound in.
That’s just for us.
And because she’s so fucking warm, so tight and delicious, I follow her over the edge and allow myself to come, too.
I choke on my breath and bury my face in the curtain of her long, luscious hair.
This isn’t home for us, and we don’t have our regular amenities.
Our soaps that make up the foundation of what makes her smell the way she does.
Her perfumes, I swear I could pick anywhere, anytime.
The scent I’ve become accustomed to washed off long ago.
But her hair still smells of the shampoo inside our apartment.
Her hair still smells like home .
Fuck, that’s my favorite place to be.
Bursting, I crowd her against the trellis and fill her pussy with my seed.
I lean on her, because my lungs are empty and my legs are weak.
My thighs burn, and if I try to step back now, I worry I might drop her.
So I lean and pray she can hold on a moment more.
I claw air into my lungs—oxygen inhaled through the filter of her hair—and massage her thighs.
And because I’m a prisoner to her, I come again.
A second round that feels like electricity in my veins and red-hot pokers on my nerve endings.
“You’re heavy.”
“I know.” I cough out a soft laugh. “I’ll get off you soon.”
“We didn’t last very long.” Snickering, she combs her fingers through my hair and draws a long, whistling breath. “We typically have more finesse.”
“Fucking outside is a teenager thing to do.” I kiss her neck. Her shoulder. I slide my tongue along the skin covering her collarbone and work on slowing my heart. “We fucked like teenagers, and teenagers rarely do it well.”
“Joke’s on us.” She fists my hair and tugs me back, dislodging my lips from her skin and grinning when our eyes meet. “I didn’t say it wasn’t good. I said it was lacking finesse. I was so sure, once I became an adult, I would never have to sneak again. But here we are.”
“Committing another crime.” I draw her bottom lip between my teeth and suckle. “If only the rest of the world knew how nasty the upstanding Chief Mayet was when no one is looking.”
“I suspect the world would be more interested in the hard ass son of a mafioso, turned homicide detective.” Her lashes flutter down to kiss her cheeks.
She’s tired and needs her Factor, whether she admits it or not.
“Your father’s enemies would be aghast to know who you are behind the badge, Detective. Your lieutenant would be stunned.”
Doubtful .
I carefully lower her legs and force her to stand on her own two feet, and when she’s steady, I pull my cock free and swallow her sigh.
Loss. Contentment. Desire for more, probably. Desire for a bed, most likely.
“I want it on record that having your cum roll down my thighs after sex is not pleasant.” Yawning, she bends and picks up her panties, stepping into the fabric and drawing them up. “It never feels nice.”
“Maybe we should go for a quick swim in the lake before bed.” I tuck my cock away and close the zipper, then I grab her pants and lower into a crouch.
“Hand on my shoulder, Minnnka.” I place her hand to help her balance, then I open her pants and wait for her to slide one foot in.
Then the second. I press a kiss to the fronts of her thighs and look up into her sleepy eyes, then I slowly stand and bring her pants over the perfect swell of her ass.
“The bus’s shower facilities kinda suck, so maybe a swim in the lake would do us both good.
Cool us down before bed. Then we can infuse and go to sleep. ”
“You insist on micro-scheduling my medication, don’t you?” She drapes her arms over my shoulders and leaves me to finish dressing her. Then I make quick work of fixing my belt and preparing for our walk home.
To a bus.
To someone else’s broken-down bus in a town we never truly had to come to.
“I could even wait until tomorrow night before I infuse,” she murmurs. “It’s not a big deal.”
“But it’s best if we do it tonight, right?
” I tuck her hair behind her ears, then I slip my hands beneath her shirt and fix her bra.
Everything I undid, I fix. Every article of clothing I moved, I move back.
For the rest of my life, I vow to help her put herself back together again after I’ve messed things up.
“Is there any reason you don’t want to infuse tonight? ”
“Besides not relishing the thought of being a circus freak, stared at while I’m doing it?”
“I’ll shield you.” Finally done, I pull away and trace her cheek with the pad of my thumb. “I’ll keep them away if you need me to. I promise.”
“Do you ever wonder what it would have been like if you married someone else?”
She elicits a stab of fear that cuts through my gut like a sharp silver blade. Her words sting. But her gentle smile, in response to my terror, softens the ache.
“I mean, someone not so fragile.”
“Often.”
“Really?”
“Wonder?” I clarify. “Sure. I try to imagine a world where my wife is a gentle, softly spoken Suzy Homemaker who bakes me cakes and prepares a home-cooked meal every night.”
She rolls her eyes.
“I imagine a world where you never even leave our apartment, except to buy groceries for my next delicious meal. Someone who never has an opinion differing from mine. Never has a side fucking hobby that eats away at the lining of my stomach.” I lean in and kiss her trembling lips.
“I’ve thought about it.” But then I shake my head. “Got bored really fucking quickly.”
“Really?”
“Mmhm. Turns out I prefer you exactly how you are, even when I worry about you. Though, you mistake my worry for a bad thing. You think my micro-scheduling is a bother for me?”
“It’s not?”
I make a sound in the back of my throat and twine my fingers with hers.
“No. It’s my pleasure. I do these things because I want to.
Because I fucking need to. It’s how I find control and peace in a situation that used to terrify me.
Now let’s go home.” I swing my arm over her shoulders, still joined at the hands, and lead her through the gazebo opening.
“We’ll swing by the lake and wash my cum off your legs, then we’ll?—”
“Bravo, Detective.”
Horrified, I snap my head up and stop on our watchful crowd.
Jen and Corey. Jess and Kane. Troy and Ellie.
Fletch. Jay. My brothers. And in the front, Sophia fucking Solomon, bringing her hands together in a slow clap.
“Bravo. Enthusiasm. Passion. A little fast for my tastes, but I understand the circumstances made longevity difficult.”
“Oh my God.” Minka drops her head forward and slams her face into her palm. “Just kill me already.”