Echo (Archer's Creek Book 1)

by Gemma Weir

  The pain’s exquisite. “Ohhhh,” I moan.

  “Touch yourself, baby, let me see you play with that clit,” he says. I fumble before finally finding the sensitive ball of nerves, and shuddering, I moan. “Ahh, oh God.” His thrusts get harder, sinking deeper into my tight flesh.

  “Don’t come, Livvy. If you do, I’ll keep you on the edge all day and all night,” he warns. I still, groaning in frustration. “Keep rubbing that clit, sugar. I wanna watch. But I say when you come. Do you understand, Livvy? Your pleasure belongs to me.”

  Timidly, I slide towards my sensitive clit, but my orgasm builds and I pause, waiting for the sensation to fade. Echo plunges harder and harder inside me, each thrust moving his thumb buried deep in my arse.

  Gaining momentum, he pounds into me. “Are you close, baby? Are you ready to come?”

  I nod frantically. “Yes, yes. I need to come. Please make me come.”

  Abruptly he stops, pulling his cock from my pussy and his thumb from my arse. My body hums, my orgasm fading. “What the fuck? Why have you stopped?”

  His face is calm and impassive. Silently, he crosses the room and pulls on his jeans.

  “Echo,” I shout.

  He smirks, drags his shirt over his head, and slides on his cut. Sauntering across to the bed, he leans over me, wrapping one hand round my neck and tilting my head up. “Was that a good enough reminder, Olivia? Of who’s in charge?”

  “ARRRRGGGHHHH,” I scream in his face.

  Laughing loudly, he pulls me to my feet, kissing me lightly. “Get dressed, baby, we need to get to Austin.”

  I’ve never seen my little hellion speechless before, and it’s fucking adorable.

  She wanted to play this game; hell, it wasn’t my idea. My balls are so fucking blue I’m in pain. Pulling out of her was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, and I’m already ten times as fucking turned on as I was.

  Hearing her beg and watching her do exactly what I tell her is so fucking sexy.

  If she gets her ass dressed without throwing a tantrum, I’m gonna pull over just outside of town and fuck her hard, bent over my bike till she screams. If she gets all bratty, we’re both gonna have to wait until we get back to the clubhouse later.

  I’m getting the silent treatment. Her eyes are shooting daggers at me, and she hasn’t said a word since she screamed in my face. She’s dressed in a tiny sundress, so short her ass is hanging out. I can sense her anger, and fuck if it doesn’t make me want to start over again and teach her another lesson on why I’m the boss.

  I glare at him, every inch of me twitching with frustrated anger. The amused look on his face infuriates me. The smell of sex fills the room, so strong I hold my breath so I don’t run back to him and beg him to fuck me.

  I need to get away from him. My skins still twitching, anticipating him and the orgasms he gives me. I wanted him to spank me and fuck me. Instead, he’s being an evil fucking twat. Me, my pussy, and every nerve ending in my skin hates him so much right now. “Move, please,” I snarl, glaring daggers at him.

  His arms are braced across his huge chest, and lazily he unfurls them. I stare rigidly at the door till he moves. His amused chuckle is obnoxiously loud as I push past him and rush away.

  I climb onto his bike, and I squirm on the leather seat. Silently we start to ride out of town. The wind whistles past us, my hair blowing behind me and my body sheltered behind Echo’s broad back.

  He turns off the highway and pulls over into a secluded side road surrounded by woods. Echo effortlessly pushes down the kickstand and gets off the bike. He turns to face me, and his intense stare completely unnerves me. I fidget uncomfortably. He circles the bike, steps forward, and abruptly lifts me into the air before moving me to the front of the seat and climbing on behind me.

  “What are you doing?” I ask.

  Ignoring me, he lifts my hands and places them on the handlebars, wrapping my fingers around the grips. I hear the click of his belt being undone and his zipper lowered, and I frantically search our surroundings for people. My dress is roughly pulled from under my arse, my panties pushed to the side, and I’m exposed from the waist down. Echo lifts me by the hips, holding me in the air for a moment before bringing me back down and impaling me onto his rock-hard cock.

  “Ahhhh.” The dry scream comes from the back of my throat. I hold on tightly to the handlebars, my legs dangling by the sides of the bike. Bent forward, I can’t move with his dick buried deeply inside me. He grasps me tightly and lifts me again, slamming me back down onto his waiting cock.

  “Ahhhhh. Oh God, fuck,” I moan. Again and again, he pulls me down and impales me on his hard length, fucking me mercilessly. He groans into my ear, his hardness swelling before he explodes inside me. His hot cum pulses into me, tipping me over the edge, and I orgasm, screaming in ecstasy.

  He lifts me off his cock and his cum immediately gushes out of me. Echo reaches between my legs, dragging his hand across my pussy, collecting his seed. Three of his fingers slide deep inside of me and force his liquid back into me. I whimper while my muscles clamp around his fingers. Slowly, he pulls his hand free, his wet fingers spreading more of his arousal onto me, rubbing it across my clit and coating my pussy and thighs.

  His voice in my ear is low and raspy. “This is my fucking pussy, Livvy. All of your orgasms, all of your pleasure is mine. I own you, sugar. Do you understand?” His fingers strum my clit while his other hand drops between my legs and three fingers push into me. “Tell me, Livvy. I want to hear you say it.”

  I nod, my eyes closed tightly. “Yours. I understand.” My head falls back so I’m lying against his chest. Thick fingers plunge into me roughly while his thumb frantically rubs my clit. “Ahhhhhh, oh fuck,” I cry.

  I come again, screaming loudly, but he doesn’t stop. Rubbing my clit again, his fingers curl upwards, fucking my pussy till I orgasm, twitching and thrashing. My shudders gradually subside, and boneless, I melt into his arms, finally sated and thoroughly reminded.

  We sit for minutes on his bike, silent except for the sounds of our breathing and the chirping of the crickets in the grass. Echo absentmindedly strokes my arms, my back resting against his chest. My heart pounds loudly against my ribs. I’m comforted by him but still excited by his touch.

  “Oh my God, I can’t believe we just did that,” I say, giggling. His chest vibrates as he laughs.

  “I never heard you telling me to stop, sugar.”

  I groan and lift my hands to cover my heated cheeks. “I know, it’s just anyone could have seen us. They might have seen us. I wouldn’t have bloody noticed.”

  Gentle fingers clasp my chin and turn me to look at him. “No one saw us, sugar, I promise. I wouldn’t let anyone see you like that. That’s just for me.” Sincerity shines clearly in his eyes, and my heart melts a bit more for him.

  “Echo, what are we doing?” I ask, desperate for clarity.

  He sits up straighter, his movement pushing me upwards. “We’re just enjoying a moment, Livvy.”

  I smile. “You know that’s not what I mean. We’ve avoided being realistic and lived in this fantasy land for the last week. But seriously, what are we doing together? I’m leaving in a couple of weeks.”

  His whole body goes rigid, and picking me up, he lifts me clear off the bike and places me in front of him. “What the fuck you talking ’bout, Livvy? Where the hell you planning on going?” His anger’s palpable, his entire body tense and poised, ready to explode.

  “Why are you so angry?” I ask. “You knew I was only here while I earn enough money to carry on travelling.”

  “You’re not leaving, do you hear me?” he shouts. His face is red, his beautiful features twisted with rage. My eyes widen in shock. “Echo, you know I can’t stay here forever.”

  Jumping off the bike, he paces back and forth with his hands manically raking through his hair. “That’s bullshit, Olivia.”

  I shake my head, and scoff dryly. “Echo, I’m only here as a tourist. I have to
go home.”

  Echo stops pacing and turns back to face me. “So get a work visa.”

  “It’s not that simple, Echo.” Our eyes lock, and I see the hurt and anger swirling in his eyes.

  “Do you want to stay?”

  When I step towards him, he stops pacing and turns to face me. “Echo, I didn’t expect to meet you.”

  Angry, his eyes drill me to the spot. “You didn’t answer the question, Olivia. Do you want to stay?”

  I reach up and touch his stubbled chin with my fingertips. “Yes, I want to stay. But it doesn’t matter what I want. My visa runs out in less than three months, and then I’ll have to go back to the UK.”

  Echo shakes his head, looks up at the sky, and roars. It’s the most primal sound I’ve ever heard, and goosebumps break out instantly on my skin. When he looks back at me, the anger has drained from him and in its place is desperation.

  My chest hurts. “I hate the way you look right now, Echo.”

  My proud, strong, alpha man is gone.

  When he speaks, even the tone of his voice sounds different. “So don’t work. I make enough money for both of us. Hell, I wouldn’t want to you to work at the bar full-time anyway. Problem solved. We move into my place, and then you stay.”

  I sigh. “It’s not that easy. I can’t.”

  Echo grabs me and pulls me to him, wrapping his arms around me. “You can and you will. I just found you; I fucking refuse to let you go. You’re not going anywhere.”

  Angry at him, I push on his chest and try to step back, but he refuses to release me. “Echo, if I don’t go home, they’ll deport me, and I’ll never be able to come back.”

  His strong arms pull me into his chest, enfolding me in a tight hug. He crushes my lips with his; the kiss is so full of possession and resolution that my knees go weak.

  When he speaks, his voice is so full of certainty. “I refuse to let you go, sugar. You’re not going anywhere. We can sort it out. I’ll find a way. You’re mine, you belong to me, and I’m not letting you go.” I want to believe him; I almost believe him. Then reality crashes down around me, and I nod, knowing that there’s nothing he can do but wishing he could.

  She might think she’s leaving in a couple of weeks, but fuck no, that’s not happening. I don’t give a fuck about her stupid fucking visa; I’m not letting her go, no fucking chance.

  Hell, I’ll fucking handcuff her to the bed before I willingly let her leave me.

  The Sinners in Archer’s Creek might be a small chapter, but the network of Doomsday Sinners stretches across the whole United States. Over the years, I’ve met a lot of people and made a lot of connections. I’ve done a lot of favours for a lot of people, and I’ve saved those markers to call in case I ever need to. Well, now’s the time to call them in, all of them if I fucking have to.

  Livvy doesn’t believe me yet, but I refuse to lose her.

  My happy ever after is going nowhere.

  I see the way she looks at him.

  She’s polluted.

  It’s time to act.

  To purge the demons from her.

  Time’s running out.

  He’s evil. They’re evil.

  I can set her free.

  Now’s the time to plan.

  Austin’s a beautiful city, and seeing it on the back of a bike makes it even better. Tall buildings nestle between green parks and lakes. We don’t talk about me leaving again, or how little time we have left. My alpha man is back with a vengeance and more determined than ever to make me do as I’m told.

  “Sugar, get your ass back in there and try a couple more things on for me. You know I’m gonna get my way, so just go do it.” His voice is assured and a little smug.

  Groaning, I pout. “This is ridiculous. You need to stop buying me stuff. I can buy my own clothes.”

  His eyes narrow. “Livvy, go do as you’re fucking told. Now.”

  I scowl at him, then turn to leave, but he grabs me and swings me over his shoulder. “Echo, put me down! This dress is short. I’m flashing everyone in the shop,” I cry.

  Laughing loudly, he smacks my arse quickly before pulling my dress down. “Serves you right for trying to torture me with this tiny fucking dress.”

  The shop assistant scurries out of his way, not questioning him when he joins me in the changing room. He drops me to my feet, then crowds behind me in the small space and locks the door. His eyes twinkle mischievously, and he pulls a hanger from behind his back. A pale blue lacy basque hangs from it. My hands twitch, eager to stroke the delicate fabric.

  He leans forward and quietly whispers into my ear, “Strip.”

  One word. One word is all it takes to have me hot and needy. Clamping my thighs together, I try to dull the ache his voice has ignited. Echo’s strong fingers part my legs easily, and pushing his hand between my thighs, he cups my soaked pussy.

  “So wet, Livvy. You’re always so wet for me,” he murmurs against my ear. I arch onto my tiptoes as two fingers push deeply inside me. He teases me, massaging my sensitive sex before he pulls them out to suck his fingers into his mouth and lick off my arousal.

  “Strip.” His unmistakable command is harsh, and I comply, pulling my dress over my head and dropping it to the floor. His eyes flash with a predatory gleam. “Mine,” he growls.

  I nod. “Yours.”

  He dangles the basque from the end of his finger, and I take it from him. The lace glides over my flesh and heightens the excited tingling that pulses along my skin. His fingertip touches my cheek before gently stroking a path down my neck to the swell of my breast. My breath shallows, and I wait for him.

  “On your knees, Livvy.”

  Fuck, my woman is perfection.

  Seconds after I say the words, she sinks to the ground and sits back onto her heels. The club whores would’ve had my cock out and been sucking away like it was the answer to eternal youth by now. But my beautiful girl looks up at me and waits for me to tell her to suck.

  Sheer perfection.

  I quickly undo my pants, and grabbing a handful of her wild hair, I guide her mouth onto my dick. Her lips seal, and my knees buckle. I brace my hands against the wall behind her and watch in the mirror while she goes to town on my cock. Sucking, she rolls her tongue up and down my shaft, driving me fucking wild. My orgasm starts to rise, and the muscles in my thighs tense.

  “Sugar, I’m close,” I say, desperate to shoot my load down her throat and watch while she swallows my cum.

  She pulls back, freeing my cock from her luscious mouth with a pop. Her hand wraps tightly around my length, and she starts to stroke up and down, lapping at the head with her tongue and swirling around the tip. Her face tips back till our eyes lock, and with a smile, she flattens her tongue, licking down my shaft all the way to my balls. Her fingers squeeze my balls lightly, and looking up at me, she smiles.

  “Do you need to come, babe?” she asks, her lips temptingly wet.

  I nod and lean forward with the air caught in my lungs, waiting for the feel of her hot mouth around my dick. She kisses the tip, then releases me. I stare at her as she rolls back onto her feet and gracefully rises from the ground. My mouth falls open, shocked at the evil grin that spreads across her face.

  “It’s a real bitch when someone stops right before you come, isn’t it?” she purrs.

  My balls are fucking blue, and my little minx is giggling and grinning like the Cheshire cat. The blue lacy thing is off and her dress is back on. I shake my head, too fucking shocked to be pissed. I force my hard dick back into my jeans and pull her to me, crushing her mouth in a demanding kiss.

  “I should be spanking your ass right now, or shoving my cock in your mouth and making you suck me till I come down your throat,” I snarl. Her eyes widen, desire mixed with a little fear sparkling in their depths.

  I shake my head and say, “What the fuck are you doing to me, Livvy?” She stands on her tiptoes and her lips meet mine in a kiss that says everything. “You know this isn’t over, don’t
you, sugar? You owe me a blowjob.”

  With a smile, she winks at me and rushes from the changing room. I smack her ass as she passes, and the sound of her giggle goes straight to my dick.

  I’m fucking rock-hard again.

  Back on Echo’s bike, we ride down the highway and out of the city. Sleek high-rise buildings are replaced with tall green trees framed by a cloudless blue sky. Riding past a sign for Zilker Park, we cruise along, eventually pulling into a parking lot. Echo kills the engine and motions for me to climb off. He follows suit and pulls a bag from a saddlebag I’d never noticed before. Slinging his arm across my shoulder, he leads me across the lot.

  “Where are we?” I ask.

  Echo pulls me closer with a smirk and says, “This is Zilker Park, sugar, home to one of Austin’s crown jewels… Barton Springs.”

  I start to question him, but then I see the water. Still, clear water, shimmering as far as I can see. Excited, I turn to him and smile brightly. “It’s so beautiful. I’ve never even heard of this place.”

  Winking, he lifts his arm from my shoulder and grabs my hand. “Come on, let’s go for a swim.”

  I drag my eyes from the water and look at Echo. “I haven’t got a bikini or anything with me.”

  He lifts the bag he’s carrying into the air and shakes it. “All sorted, come on.”

  Pulling me across the lot, Echo pays our entrance, and we separate at the changing area. I open the bag Echo handed me and find a red bikini and a folded microfibre towel. Quickly stripping, I pull on the skimpy red fabric, placing my clothes and towel in a locker.

  I step out of the changing room and self-consciously tug at the strings of the bikini. I finally force my hands to my sides, lift my head, and gasp at the sight in front of me. Echo’s in loose board shorts, his tattooed torso broad and delicious. He’s leaning against a barrier with his legs crossed at the ankle. He’s the picture of relaxed, sexy man. When he notices me, he smiles widely and strides towards me.