Page 25 of Archer (Dirty Misfits MC 3)
“Will you stay with me?” she asked softly.
I grinned. “Let me go get our food in the fridge and I’ll be back.”
I raced downstairs and quickly unloaded the bike. I tossed her melted milkshake in the trash can before tossing everything else into the fridge, then I stepped outside to knock the rest of the sand off my jacket. I ran upstairs as quickly as I could and cleaned myself up a bit. I slid on some thin, comfortable gray sweatpants and decided to stay shirtless, then I crept back into her room.
Where the sounds of Josie sleeping greeted me as I slid back into bed.
“Mmmm, hi,” she murmured.
I held my arms out for her as she backed against me, as if we had been doing this for years. “Hey there.”
She sighed. “Thanks for coming back.”
I kissed the shell of her ear. “I’ll always come back. That’s what I’m best at.”
And a few minutes later, she slipped back off to sleep.
For the first time in my life, I got to enjoy what it felt like to sleep with a woman next to me in bed. Sure, I’d had plenty of women over for fun romps in the bed, or the shower, or the ocean, or right there on the beach. But after we got ourselves cleaned up—and I fed them, of course—they were right back out the door. Women simply didn’t stay with me. It was a line I had drawn for myself so I didn’t become a Cole or a Finn.
But Josie was different.
She brought a light back into my life that I didn’t understand to have been missing. When she smiled, it was like she was showing me all of the beautiful things I had forgotten that existed in this life. Losing my sister sucked the joy out of my world. Burying her literally killed my mother, since she decided to swallow lead a few months later instead of staying alive for her son. And after burying my mother, too, I swore off women. I swore off bringing their vulnerability in my life for fear of losing them and blaming myself even more for the shit I already felt responsible for in my life.
But Josie was simply different.
“You’re perfect,” I whispered.
I wasn’t sure when I drifted off to sleep, but when I woke up, she was still there. At some point in time during the night, she had turned over and tossed her leg between my own. Her arm lazily draped around my waist as her ear rested against my heartbeat, and for the first time since I was a teenager, I woke up with a smile on my face.
I like that she’s here.
I stroked my fingers through her hair until she groaned against me. She shifted and stretched, and I listened as her joints cracked and she moaned with relief. The sounds alone stiffened my already hardened cock further, and when she turned those beautiful eyes up toward me, I couldn’t contain myself.
I quickly flipped her over and captured her lips as her hands fell against my chest.
Josie giggled. “Well, good morning to you, too.”
I kissed down her neck. “I’m ready for breakfast. What about you?”
She sighed at my kisses against her chest. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”
I nipped at her breasts. “What were you thinking for food?”
She gasped as my hand cupped her pussy. “I-I-I—uh—eggs?”
I pushed her shirt up with my free hand. “All right. Anything with those eggs?”
She shivered as I exposed her breasts to the cool air of my home. “Um… toast?”
I slid between her legs as I perched on my knees. “Eggs and toast. Anything on that toast?”
I bent forward before she could answer me and I kissed just below her belly button. She bucked against me, her body coming alive even as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. My cock leaked with a need for her. A small wet spot bloomed against my pants as I stared at her body, ripe and ready for the taking.
Until my phone vibrated against the fucking bedside table.
“Archer?” she asked.
I groaned. “I hear it.”
She shifted herself a bit and reached for my phone. “It’s Cole. Isn’t that the guy who patched me up?”
I abandoned my quest and laid down beside her, picking up my phone. “Yeah. There’s probably something happening with the guys this morning.”
She nuzzled against me. “We can still cuddle for a bit though, right?”
I wanted to agree, but when I opened Cole’s text, I rolled my eyes. “Nope. I gotta get to the clubhouse.”
“Why, though? What’s going on?”
I grunted as I sat up in bed. “Chops is calling church. That means all of us have to show up so he can give us a rundown of… whatever the hell he wants to talk about.”
“Can I come with you?”
I whipped around and tried my best to stay calm. “Not until I know what the meeting is about. Cole didn’t say anything about bringing you, so it’s probably not something pertaining to the task at hand.”
