Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
“Yes.” I can’t lie this time. Not when he’s looking at me like my answer is the most important thing in the world. Not when it feels this damn good. And not when I’m already on the verge of losing it and coming all over him.
He leans forward, tipping his head down. “Then be good and come all over my hand, wife,” he growls, his breath hot against my ear. “Let me spend the rest of this flight with your juices all over me and your sweet little whimpers ringing in my ears. That’s heaven, Wren. It’s fucking nirvana.”
Something about the way he speaks to me like he’s spilling truths he’s been dying to let loose, like he’s been dying for this, has me unraveling with his name whispering from my lips. And maybe that’s my truth. Maybe he’s my inevitability. With his lips against my skin and bliss pumping through my veins instead of blood, he certainly feels like it.
And in this moment, even with Micah sleeping beside us…that doesn’t scare me nearly as much as it probably should.
Not until Micah grunts, sitting upright.
Archer slowly slips his hand from between my thighs, his lips against my ear. “Beautiful,” he whispers before straightening my blanket as if that’s all he was doing.
I slam my eyes closed, trying to steady my breathing.
“She sleeping?” Micah asks, voice rough with sleep.
“Yeah.” Archer sits back in his seat. “She’s still hungover.”
“Bet she won’t want to party in Vegas again anytime soon.” Micah chuckles, and then I hear him shifting around. “I’m going to hit the head.”
I wait until I’m sure the coast is clear before opening my eyes. When I do, it’s to find Archer watching me. Our eyes lock, something unspoken passing between us. Something terrifyingly vast.
“Archer, I…”
He touches my cheek, cutting me off. “Get some rest, little bird. You didn’t get much last night.”
I hesitate, determined to say…something. But I don’t know what. So I nod instead, letting my eyes drift closed. And somehow, despite the anxiety still churning in my stomach, despite everything, I sleep.
Chapter Five
Archer
When we land, I offer to drive Wren home so Micah can get home to his wife and baby. He’s too eager to see his family after being away all weekend to question my intentions with his sister. He’s always eager to get back to them. On the rare occasion when we manage to drag him out to celebrate after a win, he’s always the first to leave.
I should feel like an asshole for using his weakness against him, but I don’t. As soon as Wren decides she’s ready to give me a real chance, I’ll be telling him the truth about us. But not before. I can’t risk him ripping her from my arms before I even have the chance to convince her that we aren’t a mistake. I need time to prove to her that what’s between us is real.
If he finds out before then, there’s no goddamn way she’ll stay with me. I’m not an idiot. She’s already afraid this is going to fuck everything up. I’ve got nothing but desperation on my side here. It’s a bitch of a mistress.
She’s quiet on the drive to her place. I don’t press her to talk. I figure I’ve pushed her enough for one day.
But when we pull into the driveway of her townhouse, she glances over at me, her lips pursed, and her brows furrowed. Trouble brews like a goddamn storm in her eyes.
“How do you know where I live?” The question drops into the silence between us like a ticking bomb.
Fuck.
“Micah told me.”
“He told you where I live.” She says it like a statement.
I kill the engine and pocket the keys, trying to buy myself a little time here. The truth is that this isn’t the first time I’ve been here. I come so often, I could drive to her place from the arena with my eyes closed and not miss a beat. Half the damn time, I find myself halfway here before I even realize where I’m heading.
But I don’t know if she’s ready for that much truth yet. She may kick my ass out of her life for good once she knows the depths of my obsession…once she knows just how far I’ve gone to keep her close.
“You’re lying, Archer,” she says, calling me on my bullshit before I even have time to come up with a good excuse. “Micah wouldn’t tell you where I live.”
“You’re right.” I swallow, my gaze flickering in her direction. She doesn’t look pissed. Just…curious. Confused. “He was bitching about the neighborhood after you moved in. Didn’t think it was safe enough for you. I come through here sometimes, so I asked for the address, told him I’d keep an eye on things if I was in the neighborhood, make sure there wasn’t anything he needed to worry about.”