by Becca Van
He quickly rinsed her hair and was about to reach for the shower gel to wash her body, but he froze with his hand in mid-air when she spun around and sank to her knees at his feet.
Archer barely had time to draw in a breath before she wrapped her hand around the base of his dick and pumped up and down a few times. He groaned and clenched his hands into fists, trying to stop himself from reaching down for her.
When she licked over his dick and then took him into her mouth, he lost any semblance of control.
He growled as he pulled her up and spun her around to face the tile wall. “Brace your weight, sweetness.”
As soon as she braced her hands on the wall, he wrapped an arm around her hips, spread his legs as wide as he could so his cock was between her legs, and he grasped the base. Archer caressed the tip of his hard cock between her folds and would have smiled if his facial muscles weren’t so tense when she groaned and shoved her hips back toward his. He was shaking with need for his mate and couldn’t wait to be buried deep inside of her a second longer.
Archer notched the crown of his dick to her entrance and shoved in with one powerful surge.
“Oh god. Archer!” She panted heavily.
“What do you want, sweetness?” He withdrew his cock to the tip and waited for her reply. When she tried to push back against him and it didn’t work since he was holding her still, she groaned with frustrated disappointment.
He could feel her craving to have him pummeling in and out of her hot, wet cunt through their mating connection, and while he wanted to do the same thing, he also wanted to savor this alone time. However, when she used her internal muscles to clench around him, he almost gave in. Archer gritted his teeth, air hissing in and out of his lungs and mouth as he tried to keep his cool.
“Please, honey?” she rasped out.
His heart flipped and filled with so much love for his mate, he wanted to shout for joy. She’d called him honey. He loved hearing endearments coming from those sweet, lush lips and hoped that she would begin calling him and his brothers pet names from now on.
“What do you want, mate?”
“You,” she sobbed. “Oh god, I need you so much.”
“I love you so fucking much, sweetness.”
“I love you, too, Archer.”
He plunged into her sheath with a groan and then withdrew again. The wet, frictional glide of her hot walls along his hard cock had him gasping for air. Making love with his mate rivaled anything he’d ever done in his life. Dusty was his heart and soul, every breath he took. His heart was so full of love, he wondered how it didn’t burst.
She whimpered when he began to power in and out of her, but when he felt the base of his spine began to heat, he knew he wouldn’t have much longer to send her over the edge into ecstasy.
When he pulled back the next time, he withdrew totally, causing her to moan again. He snatched up the tube of lube from the shelf and after coating his dick liberally with the viscous gel, he caressed the residual lube over her star.
“I want to take your ass, mate.” He penetrated her star with first one finger, and then two. Her muscles clamped down around his digits, but as soon as they loosened again, he pumped his fingers in and out of her back entrance. She shivered and cried out as she thrust her hips back toward him. “Are you okay with that, sweetness?”
“Yes! Now, Archer.”
He eased his fingers from her rosette, grasped the base of his hard, aching dick, and pressed the head against her asshole. “Take a deep breath and hold it for me, sweetness.”
She inhaled noisily, and he groaned as the head of his dick popped through her tight muscles. Air released from her lungs with a whoosh, and he gasped when his cock stroked in further.
“Oh god. Oh god.”
“You okay, mate?”
“Yes,” she hissed out sibilantly. “Give me more, Archer.”
He rocked his hips forward and back until he was embedded in her tight back entrance to the root. He gasped for breath and tried to control his feverish hunger, but that flew right out the window when she clenched around him again.
Archer groaned as he delved a finger into her folds and started caressing her clit in tight circles. When she sobbed and thrust her ass back against him, he growled. The heat at the base of his spine was already on the move. He removed his hand from her hip, reached around, and pressed two fingers up into her hot, wet cunt.
“Oh!” she cried out as her cunt tightened around his digits.
Cream dripped down his fingers and onto his hands. “You feel so fucking good, sweet.” He was so breathless he couldn’t finish the endearment he usually called her.
“More, more, more,” she chanted in a husky voice.
Archer lost complete control.
He pumped his hips hard, fast, and deep while he stroked his fingers into her soaked cunt. He could actually feel his dick sliding in and out of her ass with his fingers, and that turned him on even more. When the heat moved around to his groin and encompassed his sac and hard balls, he moved faster and harder still.
“Yes! Yes, yes,” Dusty sobbed out between panted breaths.
Archer twisted his fingers within the tight confines of her wet sheath and crooked them up against the top wall of her pussy. She jerked against him and cried out again.
He was moving so hard and fast now, his hips were pistoning like a well-oiled machine. He growled with approval when her internal walls began to coil, and she coated his hard dick with her musky cream as it leaked back toward where he pushed in and out of her ass.
The second the desirous heat touched the base of his shaft was the moment he knew he wasn’t going to last. He grasped her clit between his finger and thumb and squeezed.
Dusty screamed.
Her whole body shook and shivered as she toppled over into nirvana. Her cunt muscles clamped onto his fingers, and her ass clenched down hard around his dick.
Archer drove into her star, once, twice, and the third time he thrust into her back entrance, he shouted. He ground his hips into her ass as euphoric fire shot up his cock and out of the tip. His legs trembled as he ejaculated over and over, again, filling her ass with his cum.
Finally, the tremors ceased until the occasional aftershock wracked through them. When he blinked his eyes open, he was surprised to find them both on the floor of the shower. He was sitting on his bent legs, and Dusty was sitting in his lap, his dick still buried in her ass. She was slumped back against his chest, still panting for breath with her eyes closed.
“You okay, sweetness?”
She gulped and the coughed when water entered her mouth. Archer rubbed her back until she had her breath back and then just held her. He relished the closeness he felt with his mate and didn’t want to break the physical or emotional connection he had with her, until she was ready.
If she wanted to sit with him in the shower all day long, then that’s what they’d do. However, he was going to have to move soon. Because of the way he was sitting, his feet were starting to tingle from lack of blood. He tightened his arm around her waist in preparation of moving them both, but Dusty shifted before he could.
He squeezed his eyes closed and groaned when his sensitive, softening cock slipped from her ass. When her hands clutched at his shoulders, he opened his eyes again.
“I love you so much, Archer.”
Swallowing around the constrictive lump of emotion in his throat was difficult, but he managed to without choking. “I love you, sweetness.”
Dusty was looking at him with so much love in her gorgeous green eyes, he couldn’t help but get choked up. They were nearly eye to eye, and for the first time, he realized how fucking huge he was compared to his mate. He was humbled that she’d chosen to mate with him and his brothers, after getting over her initial fear.
She was so fucking brave.
If he was in her shoes, Archer wasn’t sure if he’d have found the courage to accept him and his brothers, but he thanked whoever was out there in the
heavens that she had.
She was his entire world, and he wasn’t about to let some fucking asshole biker take her away from him.
Chapter Nineteen
“Have any of you spotted that slut?” Irish asked, standing next to the parked the truck as he glanced up and down the street.
“No,” his men all answered at the same time.
He combed his fingers through his hair with frustration. He, Bennie, and his other two henchmen had come into town too late for them to set eyes on many people. He’d wanted to get to Ambrose way earlier, but he’d been so exhausted from traveling, he’d fallen into a deep sleep. The hotel and diner had closed up just before ten p.m., and he hadn’t seen any women. He figured that wasn’t too strange in such a small, secluded town, but he hadn’t expected to see such big, muscular men either.
The few guys he’d seen coming out of the pub and diner were fucking huge with muscles, and they were freakishly tall, but it was the air of confidence about them that gave him pause.
Irish quickly pushed his disconcertion away. There was no fucking way he was going to look like a coward in front of his men. He met Bennie’s gaze and asked, “Where do you think we’ll find the bitch?”
Bennie shook his head as he gazed up and down the street. “I thought she’d be staying at the motel, but from what I observed, there are only two rooms being leased at the moment, and none of the occupants are women.”
“Should we go around asking when we come back tomorrow, boss?” Con asked.
He stared at the man as his anger rose. Him and his brother, Lance, were great at taking orders, but thinking was well out of their spectrum of logic.
“No,” Bennie answered. “We don’t want to draw attention to ourselves or why we’re in town.”
“Huh,” Con muttered under his breath as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Hadn’t thought of that.”
“You’re such a fucking idiot.” Lance clipped Con on the back of the head.
“Hey, cut that fucking shit out.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Irish ordered between clenched teeth. When he met Bennie’s gaze, he snorted when the other man rolled his eyes heavenward.
“Bennie, you and Lance can come back tomorrow afternoon and search for the cunt. Con and I will drive around the surrounding county looking for the bitch, too. If you see her, you call me straight away.”
“Sure, boss.” Bennie nodded.
“Why don’t you and your brother head back to the motel?” Irish suggested.
“Don’t you want us to hang around?” Con frowned.
“If I did, I wouldn’t be sending you back, now would I?”
“Come on, dumbass,” Lance said as he turned toward their truck.
Con glanced his and Bennie’s way before reluctantly following his brother. Once they were in the truck and driving away, Irish sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face.
“You’ll have to watch that Lance doesn’t inadvertently give our reasons for being here away. If they weren’t such good fucking shots, I’d have left them behind.”
Bennie nodded. “Which building do you want to use as a distraction?”
“You can decide after you do some recon tomorrow.” Irish motioned to the truck, and they both got in. “I don’t give a shit who or how many people get hurt as long as we get that cunt.”
Bennie started the truck and backed out of the parking space. “Hopefully, I’ll have more intel tomorrow.”
“Time’s ticking by quickly.” Irish met Bennie’s gaze briefly before the other man turned his gaze back to the road. “We have two days until the fucking bus arrives.”
“We can get Con and Lance to watch for the bus,” Bennie suggested. “If she gets on it, they can call us and follow it. She won’t escape us, boss.”
“She better fucking not. That bitch isn’t going to send me to fucking prison.”
* * * *
Dusty and her mates were sitting at the dining table eating dinner. She played with the food on her plate by pushing it about with her fork. Her stomach was one big knot of dread, and no matter how hard she tried to dispel it, it wouldn’t budge.
Broden and Airen were talking about what they’d done at the clinic, but she’d tuned out.
Archer had taken her clothes shopping at the supply and clothing store, and while she’d tried to quell his spending, he’d just ignored her. She’d tried on a few things, and from then on, Archer had been on a mission. He’d bought her shorts, jeans, thermal underwear, as well as the usual underwear, T-shirts, shirts, sweaters, winter boots, a coat, and gloves. She’d been appalled at the size of the growing stack and had tried to stop him, but it had been like trying to talk to a brick wall.
It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate what he was doing, because she did, but she hated that he was spending so much money on her. She liked working and paying for her own things. She didn’t care if he had a billion dollars tucked away in the bank. She was independent and wanted to keep it that way.
“Dusty!” Broden yelled.
She startled and gripped the edge of the table to steady herself and then frowned up at him. “Did you have to yell? You scared the hell out of me.”
“I’ve been talking to you for the last couple of minutes, mate. What’s wrong?” Broden asked.
“Nothing.”
“I fucking hate it when a woman says that,” Archer snarled. “Especially when it’s a fucking lie. You’ve been quiet ever since I took you clothes shopping.”
“You spent too much!” Dusty cried.
“Honey, we’ve already told—”
“I don’t care how much money you guys have. I don’t like—” She cut herself off when Broden shoved to his feet and skirted the table. He didn’t stop until he was standing behind her chair. She gasped when he lifted her seat away from the table with her in it, and then he lifted her up into his arms.
“What’s this really about, mate? We’ve already had a discussion about us buying you the things you need, and you agreed that we could.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against his wonderful smelling skin. “I don’t know,” she hedged. How could she tell them that she was scared? Scared that the bikers would find her, hurt and kill her men and then her. She couldn’t stand the thought of her mates being in pain or dead because of her.
“I want to go the clinic with you tomorrow. There’s still a lot of work to do, and I could be doing it rather than sitting safely inside your house twiddling my thumbs.”
“No,” Archer and Airen both yelled at the same time.
Dusty lifted her head and turned her gaze toward them. When she saw the panic in their eyes, her stomach began to roil. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” Archer answered calmly as he crossed his arms defensively over his broad chest.
“Are you lying to me?” She glanced at Airen, but he was shielding his eyes with his lowered lashes, so she met Archer’s gaze again.
“I have never told you a lie, mate,” Archer answered angrily, but now that they were mated, she could feel guilt rolling off of him in waves.
“Omission is a form of lying.” Dusty frowned when he looked down at the table. “Please put me down, Broden.”
Broden sighed and reluctantly lowered her back into her seat. As soon as he stepped back, she stood and went to pick up her still-full dinner plate, intending to carry it to the kitchen.
“What are you doing, honey?” Airen waylaid her by placing a gentle hand on her arm. “If you aren’t going to eat that, I will.”
“She is going to eat it.” Broden moved closer again. She was about to pass Airen the food, but Broden took the plate from her hand and put it back on the table in front of her. “You need to eat more, baby. You went too long without regular meals and need to put some weight back on.”
“I don’t think I can.” She placed a hand over her churning stomach and swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth. Dusty didn’t feel well at all and was worried if s
he ate anything, it would all come right back up. She’d only taken a few bites of the food Broden and Airen had brought from the diner, and while it had tasted good, she couldn’t even stomach the smell anymore.
“Are you sick?” Broden frowned as he placed his hand on her forehead. “You don’t feel as if you have a temperature.”
Dusty rose on shaky legs when her stomach flipped. She pushed the chair out of her way with her foot, brushed passed Broden, and hurried away. Once she was out of sight of the kitchen, she bolted toward the bedroom with her hand over her mouth. She only just made it to the toilet when her stomach finally revolted, and she heaved. If she hadn’t been so busy tossing her cookies, she would have yelled at whoever had entered the bathroom to get out, but she couldn’t.
One of her mates held her forehead and rubbed her back while she was sick, and when she was finally done, she was too exhausted to be embarrassed about them seeing her sick. A thick arm reached over the top of her and flushed the toilet, and then she was being helped to her feet. She didn’t even get the chance to turn around before she was lifted up against a warm, muscular chest. She sighed and closed her eyes as she rested her cheek on Broden’s chest as he carried her toward the sinks. After seating her on the vanity in between the sinks, he grabbed a clean glass, filled it with water and handed it to her. She nodded her thanks, took a few sips and swilled the water around in her mouth before spitting it out.
Archer handed her a toothbrush, which was already loaded with toothpaste, and she brushed her teeth. She rinsed once more with the mouthwash Airen handed her.
“Do you think there was nutmeg in the food?” Airen asked.
“No.” Broden shook his head. “If that had been the case, she would have already gone into anaphylactic shock.”
“How long have you been feeling off, sweetness?” Archer asked.
“I’m not sure,” she answered with a tired sigh.
“What do you mean, you’re not sure?” Broden asked.