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)
A growl vibrates in his chest, his hands clamping down on my hips. “Make yourself come for me, little bird. Fuck your fingers like they’re mine.”
I lean back further. Spread my legs wider.
“Archer,” I moan, rocking against my fingers.
“How many, Wren? How many are you taking right now?”
“T-two.”
His hands tighten around my hips, flexing like he’s trying like hell to keep himself from shoving his hand into my panties and taking over. He wants to take charge so badly. It’s written all over his face.
“You feel so good, Archer,” I whimper, hoping to drive him over the edge.
It works.
He snarls, shoving his hand into my panties alongside mine. He doesn’t bat mine out of the way though. He simply covers mine, moving with me. One thick finger presses inside, stretching me alongside mine. I’m burning hot around his chilly skin. The dichotomy only drives me higher.
We work together, thrusting, stroking…
“I feel how close you are,” he groans. “This pretty little pussy is fluttering all over our fingers, Wren. Come.”
It’s like my body is his to command, obeying him on instinct. I arch my hips, his name breaking from my lips as I shatter, soaking our joined hands.
He keeps our hands moving, keeps me rocking against him until I’m trembling, so sensitive every move pulls a whimper from my lips.
I melt against him, letting him hold me up as he pulls our hands from my panties, bringing them to his mouth. A whole new inferno blazes to life when he pulls my fingers into his mouth, sucking my juices from them. He licks my taste from his fingers, too.
“Fucking perfect,” he growls then, claiming my lips in a deep kiss.
I just hum against his lips, so damn in love with him it’s a little bit terrifying…and not nearly terrifying enough. I want more. Hell, I want everything. Every. Damn. Thing.
“I love you, Archer,” I whisper, unable to keep the truth to myself any longer. He deserves to hear it. He deserves to know…no matter what happens with Micah, I’m all in.
He pulls back to look at me, emotion brimming in his eyes. “Say that again.”
“I love you.”
He wraps his arms around me, burying his face in my throat. A shudder rips through him before I feel his lips against my pulse point. “I love you too, little bird. Always have.”
Chapter Eleven
Archer
“Stop looking at me like that, Wren,” I say, chuckling as I kneel at her feet to double check the laces of her skates. “It’s not going to get you out of this.”
“Darn it,” she mumbles under her breath.
I just shake my head, fighting a smile. She’s been trying to talk me out of the rink and into bed since halfway through lunch. But she isn’t afraid of the ice anymore. At least, not entirely. I doubt she’ll willingly step out onto a frozen pond ever again, but that’s all right. She doesn’t need to do that. I just want her comfortable around the arena. I don’t want her feeling like she isn’t safe. And, when I finally manage to get her pregnant, I want her to know that our kids will be safe too.
“This isn’t going to end well,” she says like she’s foretelling certain disaster. She’s clumsy as fuck, so she may be. But I’m undeterred as I rise to my feet and hold out my hand, helping her to her feet.
She wobbles, clinging to me before she finally finds her footing. Mostly. Every few seconds, she sways to the side.
“Micah never tried to teach you again after your accident?”
She eyes me like I’ve lost it. “Are you kidding? He spent the first couple of years panicking if I went anywhere near ice. I’ve always been a swimmer, but he freaked about water, too.” Her nose scrunches. “I guess I never really asked him after that. It stressed him out too much.”
I’m not surprised. And I guess I can’t really hold that against him. Just knowing she almost died back then feels like a weight on my chest. I can’t even imagine how much worse it was for Micah and her parents, who had to see the aftermath of that firsthand.
“Do you know the basics?”
“You mean put one foot in front of the other and pray I don’t fall?” she retorts, sarcasm heavy in her voice. “Yep.”
“No, smartass.” I shake my head at her. “Do you know how to find your center of balance? How to walk in skates?”
“I mean…the balance thing is basically the whole problem, Archer,” she huffs at me. “I’m not very graceful on flat feet, let alone on a tiny blade that a madman designed.”
I take a step away from her and then another. She throws her arms out like she’s trying to steady herself.
“Keep them slightly in front of you, Wren. Like this.” I demonstrate what I mean and then watch carefully while she mimics me. “Good girl. See how much steadier that feels?”