Page 24 of Archer (Dirty Misfits MC 3)
“Shit,” I hissed.
“Mmmm, you taste amazing,” he murmured.
My toes curled and my thighs locked up. He pumped his fingers, filling the space around us with the sounds of skin sloshing against skin. I held my hips up to his face, coating his cheeks in my juices. And as my back arched so deeply I thought it might pop, I unraveled against his lips.
“Archer,” I choked out. “Archer, holy fuck. I’m coming. I’m coming.”
His tongue slowly let up as his fingers stopped pumping and I rode my high all the way into space. My back collapsed against his leather jacket and I gazed up at the bottom of the pier, watching it tilt on its own axis. I closed my eyes and sighed with relief. I couldn't remember the last time I had an orgasm without the help of my trusty bedside toys.
But then, I felt his pinky finger teasing my asshole.
“Archer?” I asked breathlessly.
He sucked my clit between his lips. “Hmmm?”
I groaned with shock. “Oh, shit.”
He chuckled as his pinky finger breached my puckered hole. “You like that?”
I eased my ass down his finger until my hole swallowed it down. “Oh, fuck. This is new.”
He lapped quickly at my clit. “New, huh?”
I rolled against his hand. “More. I need more. Just one more, please.”
“Oh, I’ve never been able to deny a begging woman’s wish.”
His growling voice sent me back into the heavens as his tongue traced my clit. I lost control of my body as he bucked and jumped. Goosebumps flew across my body in droves as my thighs warmed. The coil behind my abs hurt with such a beautiful fervor that I felt more confused than ever.
All I knew was Archer.
All I knew was his tongue.
All I knew was his name as I unraveled for a second time at his command.
“Shit,” I whimpered.
“That’s it. Come for me, beautiful,” he growled.
I trembled in his wake as his fingers pumped quickly. “Shit, shit, shit, shit. Oh, fuck. It’s so good it hurts.”
He slid his fingers away from my holes and opened his mouth wide. He cupped his lips over my entrance, drinking down my offering as it poured from my body. I shivered uncontrollably as my orgasm crashed over my body. Muscles that I didn’t know I had twitched and ached with a wonderful heat as my back collapsed once more against his jacket.
And as I laid there, staring mindlessly up into the wooden abyss above our heads, I felt him slide my pants back up my body.
Dressing me, as if I weighed nothing more than a feather to him.
“Wow,” I whispered.
He laid down next to me and pressed a fry to my lips. “Open wide.”
I took a small bite. “Thanks. Is my drink over there?”
He chuckled and reached behind him before holding the straw to my lips. “There. How’s that?”
I chugged until the burn in my throat was too much to bear. “Oh, that’s perfect.”
Just like him.
He cuddled close against me. “Just rest. If you fall asleep, I’ll wake you up in a bit. Okay?”
I nodded as my eyes closed. “Sounds good.”
His fingertips stroked up and down my arm. “Want anything else? A bite of your sandwich?”
I shook my head slowly. “Dinner. I’ll take it home for…”
A yawn interrupted my statement and he chuckled. He laid down onto his back and scooped me into his arms, pressing my head against his chest. I snuggled deeply against him, with nothing but his leather jacket bracing us against the sand. And as the waves lapped softly at the shoreline, I slipped off into a deep sleep.
The kind of sleep that didn’t simply rejuvenate the body, but a sleep that rejuvenated the soul. And I wondered if I could find a way for this to be a regular thing with Archer and myself.
If anything, so I could sleep better than I did on those fucking pain meds.
Eleven
Archer
I let Josie sleep against me as long as I possibly could. But when my phone vibrated, I knew it was time to get back. The alarm going off was for Josie’s pain medication, and if we didn’t get it in her, she’d be in too much pain to help her friends.
So, I woke her up with soft kisses against her forehead and we gathered up our things.
The ride back to my place was as silent as the ride to the beach, but this time it was a comfortable silence. With our leftover food seated in one of my bike storage compartments, she clung to me as we rode back to my place. It was about a thirty-minute ride before we pulled into my driveway, and when Josie slid off the back of my bike, she grunted in pain.
I helped her waddle into the room she occupied before I gave her a dose and a half of her pain medication.
