Page 23 of Archer (Dirty Misfits MC 3)
“Nice, nice.”
She smiled softly. “I met a girl in one of my dance classes that got me interested in those pole-dancing classes older women did to bring sexy moves into the bedroom. She showed me that being healthy was more than just putting on weight. It was doing something with the fuel I put into my body. It gave me control over things that weren’t my weight, and it helped distract me further. And that’s kind of how I slid into dancing and stripping. It gives me confidence, it gives me something I can control, it gets me out of my own mind, and it gives me the money I need to live the life I’m proud of.”
To say I was impressed was an understatement. “That’s powerful stuff right there.”
She finally looked back over at me and I saw tears in her eyes. “That’s why I dance. Or strip. Or whatever you want to call it. It isn’t because I don’t have a choice, but it’s because that’s the best choice for me. It makes me feel strong, and I truly enjoy what I do. And the idea that these assholes you guys are dealing with are about to ruin that for people I love makes me sick. That’s why I want to help. Because more often than not, the girls I dance with are just like me. And they deserve the chance to live their truth, just like I’ve been able to.”
I was in awe of her. “You’re a beautiful human being, you know that?”
She blushed. “Do you understand now why this is so important to me?”
I turned my body to face hers. “Yeah, I get it now. Thank you for being so open with me.”
She reached over and patted my knee. “Thank you for the same. I understand your reactions now, and I’ll try to be more sensitive toward them.”
“Just know that I’m the one tasked with your safety, and I take that very seriously. So, if I feel your life is in danger at any moment in time during all of this, I’m temporarily pulling the plug.”
Her eyes searched mine. “And now that I know why that is—and that it’s not because you think I can’t handle myself—I’ll fully and completely respect it.”
“That’s all I ask.”
Maybe it was the rhythmic sounds of the waves crashing against the shoreline. Or maybe it was the way the sunlight pouring through the slats above us in the pier made her eyes sparkle. Maybe it was the fact that the damned beach was deserted in the middle of the day, or maybe it was simply because Josie was a breathtaking woman, inside and out. But before I knew what I was doing, I leaned forward and captured her lips with my own.
And found myself shocked when she returned my kiss.
Ten
Josie
I saw his lips coming toward my own and my eyes fluttered closed. His body heat radiated toward me, like a blanket wanting nothing more than to be wrapped around my body. Long gone was the half-slurped milkshake and the sandwich that hadn’t been touched. Long done were the fries I wolfed down and the tears I had to hold back just to get through my life’s story.
Because the second our lips collided, I was ripped into the upper stratosphere.
I groaned softly against his lips before his tongue pushed through, parting the waves of my lips as they undulated against his. I slid onto my knees, following his movements as he shed his leather jacket before pulling away just long enough to lay it on the ground.
Then, he wrapped his arms around me and placed my back against the warm fabric.
“Is this okay?” Archer asked.
I smiled up at him. “It’s more than okay. Just be gentle.”
He kissed my forehead. “Your wish is my command.”
The second his lips fell to my neck, I let out a moaning sigh. His open-mouthed kisses were the right amount of warm and wet, and my thighs already clenched with need. He kissed down my clothed chest, barely pushing my shirt up before he nipped at my softly-protruding stomach. And as his hands worked my baggy pants down to my knees, he settled himself against the cotton fabric.
Before parting my pussy lips with his fingers.
“Oh, shit,” I whispered.
He lapped at my clit softly and I groaned with need. “Harder. Please, Archer.”
The more he fell between my legs, the more my pants slid down. And when they were trapped around my ankles, I kicked them off and wrapped his face up with my thighs. I bucked ravenously against him, ignoring the pain of my bruises as it blended with the fervent rush of ecstasy his tongue afforded me.
But when he teased my pulsating entrance with his fingertips, I gasped.
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Fingers. I need your fingers.”
He breached my entrance, and my eyes flew open. I bit on my lower lip, trying my best to keep quiet as he devoured me whole. His tongue flattened against my clit. My hands flew into his hair. That tight coil wound up behind my abs, threatening to burst as his fingers crooked against my walls.
