Bound to Be His (The Archer Family Book 2)

by Allison Gatta

  "Fuck Shay," he rasped and she moaned, her vibrations making his balls draw up.

  He closed his eyes and let himself focus on the warmth of her mouth, the way her tongue teased his delicate skin, the way his cock throbbed inside of her with desperate, aching need.

  And still it felt so good. Too good. Better than he'd ever had.

  This wasn't the obligatory blowjob of a woman who knew what was expected of her. No, Shay looked like she savored every minute of her work, like she wanted nothing more than to be on her knees taking his cock.

  And for that she deserved a reward.

  "Get up," he growled, but she ignored him, instead bobbing deep again him and lapping at his shaft.

  He pulled her hair gently, "Get up, Shay,"

  She pulled away, her mouth red and swollen, a thin line of saliva still connecting her mouth to his aching length.

  He took each of her shoulders in hand and lifted her up, then turned her around until he was pressed against the seam of her ass.

  "You liked sucking my cock, didn't you?" he whispered and she nodded, her hair bristling against his face.

  "I want to hear you say it," he urged.

  "I loved sucking your cock," she whispered back in a deep husky voice he'd only heard once before.

  "Good," He snaked an arm around her middle then walked his fingers down to the space he knew was wet and waiting for him. Dipping his hand under the soft, thin fabric, he brushed against her mound and found the spot he knew she wanted him to touch.

  "Oh," She gasped.

  "Now tell me you want me to fuck you," he said.

  "You can fuck me when I'm finished sucking your cock." She tried to sink to her knees again, but he caught her and twisted her around to face him. When their lips were only inches apart, he said, "Good thing you're not the one who makes the rules tonight."

  He led her back until her back met with the wall, then pushed her panties aside and thrust hard and deep inside. He was done with the slow, gentle back and forth. Done with the cat and mouse game.

  He grabbed her hair and pulled, shoving himself inside her over and over until she slammed against the wall and made the pictures shake. If she minded, it wasn’t clear to him. Instead, she whimpered and gasped, the tiny noises in the back of her throat begging him for more.

  He gripped her leg and raised it higher, wrapping it around his waist so that he could push even deeper, even harder.

  “Yeah, Shay,” he said, and she moaned back in response.

  With his free hand, he pushed his fingers down the front of her panties again and rubbed her hard, swollen clit until her little moans of “oh” became long, protracted cries of need.

  He forgot about his sister, his friend, hell, he forgot about the rest of the world. All he wanted right now was Shay. The sound of Shay in his ears. The smell of Shay on the air. The feel of her wet pussy around his cock and then the taste of her lavender skin as he sucked her neck and fucked her harder still.

  But even with her consuming him, even with every part of him wrapped up in her, it wasn’t enough. He need more, more, so much more. Needed to feel her walls quaking around his cock tighter and tighter. Wanted to reach the part of her he’d never seen before and stay there.

  Wanted to spend himself inside her and feel every little quake of her body while he moved.

  “Condom,” she whispered so softly he hardly heard her at first.

  “What?”

  “Condom,” she gasped, “we need a…”

  “Shit, right,” He held her hips and slid away, then led her back toward the bed.

  “Take off your panties.” It wasn’t a question, and she knew better than to treat it like one. She pulled the little blue fabric off and dropped it on the floor, then spread her legs wide enough for him to see every detail of her perfect pink pussy.

  “Do you want to watch me?” she breathed, and before he answered she licked her fingers and stroked herself in tiny, rapid circles. She arched back, closing her eyes and he rolled the condom on while he watched her work toward her ecstasy, already impossibly harder than he’d been before.

  “Fuck yeah, baby,” he said, and he wanted to stand there and watch her longer, to study the way she played with herself, but it was too much to hold back. He needed to feel her again. Needed to feel her pussy constrict around his aching need.

  “Don’t stop,” he said and she heeded the command as he pushed inside her again, watching as his shaft pistoned in and out of her warm, wet center. As her slickness coated him and made him want and want and want.

  “You’re fucking perfect,” he groaned, and though he hadn’t meant to say it, she smiled all the same.

  “I’m going to come,” she warned, and he dug his fingers into her hips and pushed still deeper, with quick greedy thrusts that had her gasping and moaning so hard she forgot to touch herself. Now, though, he could only focus on her face. On the way her lips twisted and opened, then closed again.

  And finally on the small “o” that spread wider and wider while her walls shuddered around him and she gripped the comforter with all her strength. Now was the moment, Shay Meyers was coming around him.

  So he flicked the clasp on her bra and watched her breasts tumble free while he fucked her into oblivion.

  “Ma…” she said, but that was as far as she got before she moaned lower and she reached for him as he followed her, losing himself in the feeling of his balls drawing up and the hard coil of need low in his belly finally expanding and loosening all at once.

  “Fuuuck,” he said, as he came, and he grasped her breasts, kneading them as the heady feeling of release washed over him until he collapsed on top of her chest.

  They lay there for a long moment, not speaking. Then, at last, Shay whispered, “Matt?”

  “Yeah?”

  “What’s the belt for?”

  He smiled. “Round two.”

  Chapter 8

  Bzzzz. Bzzzz.

  The muffled vibration hummed against her pillow, and Shay blinked awake only to have the light of her smartphone blind her.

  Shit. What time was it?

  She slid her thumb across the screen, all too aware of Matt's low, steady snores on the other side of her. The heat of his chest against her back. His hard erection pressed to her ass.

  She closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and then smiled, because no matter how much panic and turmoil swirled in her stomach at the idea that she'd slept with him—a client, her best friend's brother—again, it was nothing compared to the joy she felt at realizing that he'd stayed. He hadn't slinked off in the middle of the night. He'd wanted to be here. With her.

  Silently, she opened her eyes again and let them adjust to the light of her screen. Then she scanned the too-tiny script.

  Shay,

  Just wanted to let you know, we're in final negotiations with the Matt Archer case. The reporters are like vultures over here, but I'll try to send word before they pluck the story.

  Lou.

  She glanced at the time. Six a.m. Then, she read the message over again.

  She knew it was nothing more than a formality. This way, if the news broke about Matt's move from the minors to the majors before she was notified, Lou would have something to fall back on. A classic case of CYOA: Cover Your Own Ass.

  Still, her heart tightened at the idea of Matt finally making it.

  Once he was in the majors again, he could have everything he ever wanted again. Everything except...

  She rolled over and looked at him, studied the way he smiled vaguely up at the ceiling while he slept. He was cute this way, docile. And it was only fitting that even in his sleep, Matt Archer seemed to be laughing.

  This was a good man. He was kind and gentle and fun. He deserved the best in life.

  And most of all, he deserved to know the truth. No matter who it came from.

  Slowly, she gripped his shoulder and then shook gently, once, twice, until he let out a long groan. "Why?"

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p; "Get up, lazybones," she said.

  "Lazybones?" He crooked his eyebrow, and already his bleary eyes began to fill with their usual mirth. "Seriously?"

  "Well, do you have another word for you?"

  "I do"—he gripped her waist—"but I'd rather show you how I'm feeling."

  He pulled her against him until his rigid cock was flush against her stomach. Her core ached just at the feel of it, and though her mind clouded, she struggled to keep her composure.

  "No, not that." Shay shook her head.

  "Don't tell me you woke me up just because you changed your mind about last night. I've gotta tell you, I'm not as keen on cat and mouse games the second time around."

  "It's not that either," she whispered, breathless. Not because she was turned on, though that certainly didn't help. She just couldn't seem to find her breath. Like every time she went to inhale, it simply came up short.

  "Okay, then, shoot."

  "I need to tell you something important."

  "You're pregnant?" he asked.

  "Don't be stupid."

  "I'm pregnant?" He smiled, and she groaned.

  "Matt, I need you to be serious. This isn't an easy thing."

  His smile fell and he nodded, though thankfully he didn't bother to say anything else.

  "I found out some information. Not all of it, but some," she said.

  He didn't speak, only watched her, bemused.

  "I found something out. It doesn’t matter how or anything. But it’s important. And it’s about, uh," She tried again for a breath that wouldn't come. "About your mom."

  Matt looked like he was about to wince, but stopped midway and returned to his regular, immovable expression.

  "She's here, Matt. Somewhere on the island. I guess she must have remarried and—"

  "I'll stop you there," Matt said. "There's no need to get yourself all worked up over this."

  "But... but it's huge. I mean, your mom—"

  "I already knew," he said simply.

  "You already..." If she thought she couldn't breathe before, now it was a struggle to even remember what breath was, what breathing felt like.

  "Yeah. For a while now."

  "But..."

  "When you're a celebrity, people have a way of finding out how to contact you." He shrugged, almost like he was talking about the weather.

  "H-how long?"

  "Have I known about her?" He looked past her for a minute and then said, "Probably two years or so."

  "Two years? Two years and you didn't tell Derrick or Andy?"

  "Why would I?"

  "Because she's your mother. Because they're your siblings."

  "Yeah." He shrugged. "But after...well, let's just say I knew how they felt about seeing her. Telling them would not have helped anything."

  "So, have you seen her?" Shay asked.

  "Look, it's still early. Why don't you go back to sleep? I'm going to hit the gym, and maybe we can talk all this over tonight."

  "But.." Her protest died on her tongue once she saw the look on his face. He hadn't been asking her a question, not really. So all she could do was nod and say, "Yeah, okay. Sounds good."

  And just like that, he grabbed his pile of clothes from the floor and slunk from the room.

  She watched him go, still struggling for words, but when the door clicked shut behind him, she lay back on her pillows, stared at the ceiling, and lost herself in her thoughts.

  * * *

  The gym was shit.

  Not only did half the machines not work, but it seemed like Matt couldn't get fired up enough to use any of the few he could use to their full potential. Instead, he kept thinking of Shay. Shay and the way she'd looked, all torn up inside about whether or not he knew about Sharon Archer. No, not Sharon Archer. Sharon Scott. A whole new shiny person.

  Not for the first time, he wondered what it must have been like for her to pick up and reinvent herself. To decide to start all over again. Because, he supposed, the first try simply wasn't good enough.

  He frowned, thinking again of Shay. Maybe that's what it had been like with her mother, too. Like every new marriage was a fresh start. The only difference was that Shay had been dragged along for the ride.

  Hell if he knew which of them had had it worse, though.

  Groaning, he dropped his weights and made his way to the locker room. After washing his face and getting his stuff together, he headed back to the rental car and tried to make a mental plan for his day. After all, there was no telling how Shay was going to act once she saw him again. She'd barely been able to hold it together the first time they'd slept together. Now that she had to keep it secret from Andy, she'd probably be bursting at the seams. Then add to that the thing with his mother …

  An image flashed through his mind. Shay with her dark hair tousled, her dark eyes gleaming in the darkness. "Have you seen her?" she'd asked.

  She'd looked so sincere, so concerned. The same way she had when they'd first talked about her after the trip to the party store. The same way she'd looked when she poured out her heart and soul to him about all her mother's marriages and re-marriages.

  It had taken balls for her to be so honest with him. Didn't he owe her the same?

  Sure, it wasn't some long-term love affair, but she was still his friend. She still cared.

  He pulled into the villa's driveway, surprised to find that Andy and Logan's rental had already cleared out for the day, and then let himself into the little house.

  Shay was sitting on the couch, reading some article in a magazine while sipping her coffee. On the glossy page in her hand, his own image smiled back up at him.

  "So you're obsessed with me?" he asked. "You missed me so much you had to read about me while I was gone?"

  "You caught me." She rolled her eyes, the faintest hint of a smile tinting her lips. "I just can't get enough."

  "Who could blame you?"

  "Nobody reading this." She lifted up the magazine. "This interview is incredible. The best you've ever done."

  He shrugged. "I was just my normal charming self."

  "Let's not get ahead of ourselves." She grinned.

  At that grin, he faltered. There it was again, that sincerity. That affection.

  And seeing it, he knew what he had to do.

  "Hey, you wanna come with me on a little trip?" he asked, trying his best to sound nonchalant despite the sudden pounding of his heart.

  "Sure. Where we going?"

  "It's a surprise," he said, and to his surprise, she didn't bother asking any follow-up questions. Maybe the slight edge in his voice told her all she needed to know. Whatever the reason, he was grateful for it.

  When they were in the car, he blasted his music, and she didn't touch the knob. He glanced at her, but when he saw her mouth moving, miming every word to the Aerosmith song, all he could do was smile. When the song wound to a close, he checked the time and then pulled into the parking lot of a tiny, tropical park.

  Underneath a massive group of palm trees, there was a playset complete with swings and a slide, some bouncing horses, and a set of monkey bars. And there, on the monkey bars, was a little girl with dirty blonde hair, swinging back and forth while a woman with the same dark blonde mane cheered her on.

  He cut the engine and then sat there, staring at the pair while Shay glanced from the woman to Matt and back again.

  "You had an urge to hit the swing set?" she asked.

  "That's my mother," he answered simply, and then tilted his head to the woman.

  "That's …” Shay stared after her, and Matt took in every detail along with her.

  He remembered the first time he'd seen her, too. Remembered how shocked he'd been at how normal she looked. She wasn't some drum-banging hippy or strung-out smoker. She wasn't thin, but she wasn't fat either. She wore a ponytail and tennis shoes. Jeans and a T-shirt.

  In short, she looked like a mom. And now she was one. For real this time.

  "And that's…?" Shay said, but he knew the e
nd to the question.

  "My half-sister." Matt nodded. "Yep, they call her Jay. Her name is Jacqueline."

  "And you know all this because…."

  "She asked me to meet them here once—when I was here on tour with the team. She had both the kids with her that day. There's a boy, too. His name is Nick."

  Shay let the silence hang between them, so Matt went on. "I never ended up walking over to them, but I watched. Just for a little while. To see what she was like."

  "Right," Shay whispered.

  "So, when I didn't show, she wrote me another letter letting me know that they came here every Sunday afternoon and that she knew it would be hard, but she'd love to see me. That was that."

  "That was that," Shay repeated.

  The whole time he'd been speaking, she stared at the woman in front of them with no attempt at hiding the stare. Maybe she was shocked by how normal she was, too.

  "The twins are nine now," he added. "They seem like good kids."

  As he said it, the little girl dropped from the bars and ran toward her mother, her arms outstretched.

  "I'm glad that they have this. I always…well, I always sort of wondered what it would be like. Having a mother." He watched as Jay enveloped her mother in a hug. "I'm not going to lie. Sometimes I see how nice Jay's clothes are or how well she's dressed and I get angry. I wish Andy had had that. A mother. Someone to look after her."

  "And what about you?" Shay asked.

  He shrugged. "I had my dad."

  Shay was quiet, her mouth contorted strangely for a minute before her impassive expression returned.

  Shit, he thought.

  "Sorry. I know..." he tried, but he didn't know how to finish.

  "No, no, it's fine. It's not like my dad chose to die." She turned her gaze to him for the first time since they'd parked. "You know, they all mean well. Even all the stepfathers I've had. They all mean for things to work and to make a perfect little family. I think they just don't realize how hard that is."

  "No, they don't realize a perfect family doesn't exist." Matt guffawed.