by Dark, Raven
Ace looked at Gwen like a wounded animal, but said nothing.
“You wanna be civil, we’ll talk. But you wanna be a dickwad, there’s the door.”
Archer released him, shoving him for the door. Ace let out an angry noise and worked his arm as he turned to sneer at both of them.
“You want it this way, Gwen, fine. So much for family loyalty, right?”
Gwen shook her head.
Archer moved toward him, nodding at the door. “Out.”
“Right. Some friend you are, Archer.”
“Out! Now!” Archer roared.
Ace shook his head in disgust at both of them, then stomped out. The door slammed behind him hard enough to rattle the staffs on the wall.
For a long time, Archer only stared at the door, his back muscles tight. The significance of what Gwen had done sank in on her slowly and her knees weakened. Her heartbeat filled her ears.
Archer tuned, and the resignation on his face, the defeat shocked her. She’d expected anger. Instead, he just looked sad, like he’d lost something. Her heart squeezed painfully for him.
“Gwen. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was going to be like that.”
She rushed to Archer, suddenly needing to be in his arms, to feel his warmth, his closeness. She cradled his face in her hands and shushed his apologies with kisses. He was her solace, her sanctuary.
“He shouldn’t have found out that way.” Archer buried his face in her neck and squeezed her close.
“It doesn’t matter. No matter how he found out, it wouldn’t have helped. He still would have flipped out.”
Archer sighed and led her over to the couch, drawing her into his lap. If only she could stop shaking.
“I see why you backed away at the tournament now.” His soft voice cut into her thoughts. “He’s never been like that before.”
Gwen rested her head on his shoulder. He’d never know how much she needed this now. “Well. He knows now. There’s no going back.”
He stroked her hair, massaging the tension from her back.
“I’m proud of you, you know. You really gave it to him.” He gave a strained chuckle.
“Yeah, except he hates me now and I guarantee within a day he’ll make sure the rest of my family feels the same, including Dad.” Her stomach clenched.
“Well, I can tell you he has no love for me now, either.”
She lifted her head, staring at him. “I can’t believe you did that.”
“What? Threw your brother out on his ass?”
“No, chose me, over him. Archer, no man has ever stuck with me like that.”
“There was no choice, Gwen. Besides, he’ll get over it.” He winced.
“He won’t with me.” Her eyes stung.
“Yes, he will. He doesn’t hate you.” His fingers traced the line of her bangs across her forehead.
“How can you tell?”
“Because, if he hated you, it wouldn’t have hurt him that much that you didn’t take his side. And he wouldn’t have been so livid with me for being with you. He did that because he loves you.”
Gwen put her arms around him, unable to help a small smile. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words to fit the emotion swelling in her heart froze on her lips.
“What?” His voice was a soft rasp, one finger tracing her lips.
“I…”
He raised a brow. She opened her mouth to start again, but stopped when she felt something hard press against her thigh. Gwen’s eyes widened. His cock was like a steel rod.
Right, fighting made him horny. His eyes were fierce, his smirk wicked.
“Scene?” She stroked his face, loving the hint of stubble there.
“It’s Thursday.”
“So? Please, I need to just let go. I need you.”
He shifted, pressing against her, and her muscles heated.
“Oh, you do, do you?” His hand slid slow and dangerous into her hair.
“You just threw my ass of a brother out and stopped him from dragging me off. It was hot.”
Archer laughed huskily. “And what do you want me to do?” His eyes dared her to tell him exactly what she wanted.
Gwen’s cheeks burned, knowing what he wanted her to say. “Please fuck me, Sir.”
He made a low noise in his throat. “Are you sure? You know what I get like when I’m worked up.”
Her pussy clenched at the memory of what happened after the tournament. “That’s what I want. I need all of you, as dark and rough as you can make it.”
His brow rose. She drew her lips close to his. “Don’t hold back. I need it.”
For an instant, she thought he would refuse. Until his face hardened.
“Get up.” There was no gentleness in his voice.
What did he have planned? Knees weak, she crawled off his lap and stood before him. The hunger in his eyes threatened to sear her soul.
He stood slowly and slid his hands around her waist. God, they felt so strong, so huge.
She put her hand on his chest, and his hands stilled.
“Archer, one more thing. I want it all, okay?”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. Use me up and spit me out. I want to know I’m all yours and no one else’s.”
Archer’s Adam’s apple bobbed. She was pushing him into a new territory as much as herself. Then his face was a mask again. He ran his fingers over her bare throat.
“Wait for me out on the balcony.”
“The…seriously?” Fire raced through her veins. Just like the stadium parking lot all over again. Holy Hell.
“I gave you an order, Gwen. You have ten seconds to get out there, or I’ll drag you.”
25
Threats
Gwen hurried across to the doors of the balcony. Her blood raced at the thought of all the wicked things Archer planned for her. Out in the open, where anyone could hear her.
Hands shaking, she pushed open the glass doors and a cool breeze licked at her bared legs, her face. There was a bite to the air, just enough to make her shiver. She rubbed her arms, looking out across the street.
A high-rise building loomed in the darkness, but it looked to be still under construction. The black plastic over some of the windows billowed in the brisk wind. Gwen looked behind her to ask if anyone lived there, but Archer’s warning flashed in her mind. You have ten seconds to get out there, or I’ll drag you. Smiling, she closed the door, remaining inside. He was going to have to work for this.
“What’s this?” Archer stalked across the room, his mouth a dangerous line. The two sets of silvery hand cuffs dangling from his fist gleamed in the moonlight through the window. A small white tube of lube peaked out from his other fist.
“Why aren’t you outside, woman?”
Oh, Christ. Her muscles coiled in anticipation.
“Because, it’s cold, and people will see. Please don’t make me do this again.”
“I thought I made this clear. I don’t give a shit if people see.” He yanked her to him, his hand fisting the back of her hair. She groaned. “Your brother just tried to take you away from me. You need to be reminded who you belong to. It would serve you right if someone saw you getting fucked.”
A frisson of excitement raced through her. She’d seen the possession in his eyes since Ace left. There was no forgetting the hardness she felt in his cock on the couch.
“It’s freezing out there.”
“Tough.” He spun her around and shoved her toward the door. “Give me back my T-shirt and get out there.”
Gwen turned and tried to race past him.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” He pulled her back to him, shoved open the door, and pushed her outside. The cold cement seared her feet, rough, unyielding, and she danced across it the way she might have across hot sand. It was almost too much to take.
“Jesus, you asshole, that’s fucking cold.” The irritation in her voice wasn’t’ entirely fake. She tried to push past him, and Archer blocke
d the door with his huge frame.
“Watch your fuckin’ mouth.” He stripped off his pants, discarding them on the floor. No surprise he’d gone commando. “Get over there.”
“Not a chance.”
“Excuse me?” He stepped out on the balcony. Smooth. Predatory.
Holy hell. He really was a god. His naked form rippled, the moonlight enhancing his sculpted body, the thick layers of muscle. That badass cock jutted up, rock hard. Her fingers itched to stroke him. The shadow of stubble on his hard jaw only made him look more dangerous.
“Get the fuck over there, now.” He shoved her away from the door and pushed it closed.
“You’re a damn sadist, Archer.” As he advanced, she backed up across the balcony, toward the railing. “Let me inside.”
He set the cuffs and lube on the table that stood a few feet from the door. “Take off the shirt.”
“Fuck you.”
He stalked over and ripped the shirt from neck to hem in one swift motion. Exposing her nakedness. Goose pimples raced over her skin. The chill air brushed over her nipples, causing pricks of pleasure-pain.
Archer seized her chin between his fingers. “Such a mouth. Maybe you’d like a smack for sassing me.”
It thrilled her how easy it was to look at him, to stand up to him without hesitation. When had she become so confident with him? “Let go of me, prick.”
A muscle in his jaw jumped. He released her face slowly. His palm swiped her cheek, sudden and hard enough to sting. The heat that flashed across her skin made her knees weak.
He must have seen the desire she felt in her eyes, because his palm swiped the other cheek. The crack of skin on skin rang out, and her pussy clenched.
“Ok. I’ll do whatever you say. Just don’t hurt me.”
“You better.” He grabbed her and plopped her on the table.
“Fuck, that’s freezing.” Instinctively, she tried to get up when the cold plastic hit her bare ass.
“Shut your mouth and come here.” He grabbed her knees, jerking her until she sat at the edge of the table. Then he picked up the cuffs and shoved her shoulder down until she lay across it, ignoring the whimper at the cold on her bare back.
In a moment, Archer had cuffed her wrists, one to each of the far legs of the table so her arms were splayed. She twisted and tried to kick, but Archer easily stilled her, jerking her knees apart.
“Stop that.” When he shoved her legs open wide, she thought he was going to ram that fabulous cock inside her and fuck her right there. Instead, he dropped to his knees.
“Whoa, wait, what are you doing?” She forgot the role as anxiety hit her.
“What’s it look like?” He ran one hand through her already wet folds, and a low rumble left him.
“Oh, no, Archer, I don’t want you there.” What if he didn’t like how she tasted? “You can’t do that…”
His eyes blazed and he shot up to his feet, swooping over her. He grabbed her chin. “I’m gonna eat your pussy until you come, and you’ll like every second of it. Understand?”
Nervousness unfurled in her belly, and some deeply rooted part of her scrambled for an escape. The rest of her burned hot and fierce. She stared at him, fascinated by the hunger in his eyes. Hunger to taste her.
“I asked you a question. You gonna let me eat you out, or do I have to cuff your feet too?”
Oh heck. She almost fought him just to make him do it. Except she didn’t want to wait for him to go inside and get another set of cuffs. “I…I’ll cooperate.”
“That’s what I wanna hear.”
Archer went down on his knees again. Gwen lifted her head, trying to see what he was doing. The looming, half constructed building on the other side of the street stared at her. Empty, but…
On the streets below, cars passed, swishing on the dampened roads. A horn honked, a dog barked. Archer’s hands rode up her legs.
“Oh, so pretty.” He spread her labia with his fingers and his head dipped, tongue sliding through her folds.
Molten pleasure rocketed through her and Gwen’s back arched off the table on a whimper. She tried to grab his head, and the cuffs on her wrists clanked.
Damn. She barely had a presence of mind to try to twist her hips to escape his mouth.
“Behave yourself.” He pushed her knees up, spreading her wider for him and robbing her of movement. He groaned and his tongue seared her in long, slow, hot licks.
“Oh my god.” She struggled to sit up, to gain some semblance of control as he lapped and sucked at her clit.
His hand clapped her thigh, hard. “Knock that off.”
The slap brought her back into the role. She twisted. “Please don’t do that, I’m not going to come. You can’t make me.”
His head snapped up. Archer grabbed her pussy with one hand, cupping hard. “Shut up. This…” he shoved two fingers inside so hard she tossed back her head on a cry at the raw bolt of pleasure that ripped into her… “is mine. I do what I want, when I want.”
The hunger in his eyes melted her insides, and with them, the insecurities that filled her. Gwen lay back.
“Yeah, you’d better behave.” Archer’s hand slid up her front, between her breasts. Fingers tweaked one nipple, then the other. She tried to sit up again, and his hand slid to her throat. Then his head dove between her legs, and his tongue began a crazy, wild assault on her pussy.
Archer’s hand stayed on her throat, a warning to lay there and take what he gave her. Her climax rose fast and hard, and Gwen thrashed, trying to control the orgasm that threatened to tear through her. He didn’t let up. His tongue flicked faster and pleasure sent her spiraling over the edge. Gwen tossed her head back and cried out.
“Oh, God…Archer…Fuck!” Role forgotten, she bucked her hips, riding the wave hard. White lights danced across her eyes and her whole body shuddered.
Gwen hadn’t even come down from the high when Archer pushed to his feet and took off her cuffs. He jerked her up and stalked across the balcony to the doors.
Would he take her inside now? Her mind reeled, legs weak. He shoved her against the door.
With her back to him, breasts to the cold glass.
“My turn now.” Archer’s gruff voice filled her world, his breath hot in her ear. He pressed himself against her so his chest warmed her back, working his livid hardness against her ass.
Oh, god, yes. “Please, at least take me inside,” she rasped. “Where it’s warm and people can’t see us.”
“No way, you’re getting it right here.”
For an instant she felt him shift as he leaned over, and it took her a moment to realize he’d grabbed the lube from the table. The cap clicked and the familiar cool jelly zinged across her skin as he circled her anus with his fingers, slicking her up.
“Such a sweet ass.” She heard him working himself, lathering the lube on his cock.
She waited, suspended in the moment between anticipation and rapture of his possession.
Then he slid into her tight back entrance slowly, filling her, and the pressure sent those familiar frissons of pleasure-pain rippling through her. She panted, fingers clawing at the glass.
“Jesus, Archer, I can’t fight you when you make me feel like this.”
A hungry moan left him and Archer thrust in and out, firm, possessive, his hips snapping against hers. Every stroke of his cock sent a new wave of pleasure-pain through her.
“Come here.” He took her chin, turning her face to the side. His mouth savaged hers. Gwen moaned and devoured the kiss, reaching to cup the back of his head.
“Hands.” He grabbed her wrists and slapped her palms to the glass. “Don’t move them again.”
Gwen somehow scrounged up the energy to fight, trying to twist her face away.
“All right, if you don’t want to be nice.” He fisted her hair, tugging her head back, riding her harder, demanding, sharp thrusts. Her knees thumped softly against the glass.
A desperate, helpless groan left her. “Hol
y shit, Archer.”
“Fuck you drive me crazy, woman.” He thrust harder as if he meant to punish her for tempting him. His fist kept its ruthless grip on her hair while his other palm smacked her ass hard, the heat blazing across her skin. “Take what I give you.”
Gwen cursed and rocked her hips back into him. Her breath came in ragged pants.
Archer’s pace quickened, then spiraled into a frenzy of thrusts and grunts. “Come.”
Gwen’s climax tore her to shreds and she screamed, bucking wildly.
Both shuddered and then slumped against the glass together. Archer’s chest rose and fell against her back.
“Like that did you?” He licked her ear.
She nodded, swallowing.
“Words, sweetness.”
“I loved it, Sir.”
“Come here.” He slid out of her and turned her around, pulling her into the heat radiating from him. He claimed her mouth in a long, deep kiss. The taste of her musk lingered in the kiss and she devoured it.
When he stopped, he drew back, his smirk wicked. The cold seeped back into her awareness and she shivered.
“Cold?” He rubbed her arms, her back.
Nodding, she rested her chin on his shoulder. Across the street, the building blocked the moonlight. A flush heated her cheeks. I can’t believe we just fucked like that out here.
One of the black plastic drapes over a window rippled in the breeze.
And in a window next to it, a shadow moved.
Gwen froze. A chill that had nothing on the cold filled her veins.
A black piece of the plastic wrapping fluttered in the shadows and blew out of the window. It landed on the scaffolding, flapping in the wind.
Oh, for fuck sake. Her heart thudded and she swallowed, trying to calm her nerves. No one was there, it had only been her imagination.
“What’s wrong?” Archer drew back, furrowing his brows. “Did I hurt you?”
She considered telling him, then looked at the window again. Nothing moved. “No. I’m just cold. Inside?”
“Sure.” He looked worried for a moment longer, but then he pushed the door open and lifted her into his arms. Archer carried her inside, into the warmth of the apartment, then laid her across the bed, covering her with thick, warm blankets.