“Hey.” I drop my bag and freeze in place. I’m tempted to run to her. Fuck, it feels good to have her here.
“I saw your post-game press conference,” she says, and she raises a brow.
“Oh, you did, did you?” I ask.
She must be thinking the same thing as me because she grins and then makes a break for it. She runs toward me and practically crashes into me, and I grab her into my arms and hold her.
We’re not even kissing yet. It’s just holding one another, staring at each other in wonder, unsure how we got to this point.
It’s surreal.
While the world felt turbulent and upside down for the past six days, it feels like it’s tipping back onto its axis now.
My eyes flick down to her lips. “So what did you think of it?”
“I’m the love of your life?” she asks softly.
I blink, surprised at the vulnerability in her tone. I drop a soft kiss to her lips. “I’m stubborn, okay? And it took Cooper reaming me out to see how I was about to lose the only thing that ever really mattered. I’ve never felt like this before, Mills. I want forever with you.” I squeeze her a little more tightly to me.
Her eyes shine with unshed tears at my words. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” My mouth moves back to hers again, this time with all the urgency and need of being away from her for the last six nights.
Her mouth opens to mine, and it feels mutual. It feels exciting and new, which it is. Maybe that’ll wear off eventually. We’ll get to know each other more. She’ll be annoyed that I sometimes miss the hamper with my socks. I’ll be annoyed when she’s on her phone. But those are the small things, the things we can overlook so we can focus on the big things.
I pick her up into my arms and lift her up onto the kitchen counter. I lift her shirt until my eyes fall onto her gorgeous tits. She’s not wearing a bra under the sweatshirt she has on, and my mouth latches on there immediately. God, how I missed these tits.
I suck on both her nipples, taking my time, listening to her little moans when I suck at exactly the right force that I know she loves. She starts to shift her hips, getting a little restless and needy, and I read the signals I’ve already learned so well.
I shove her leggings down along with her panties. I toss them on the floor, and then I dive in face-first,making a meal out of her sweet cunt right here on my kitchen counter. Her legs clamp on around my ears, and her fingers dive into my hair as I lick my way through her cunt. I dip my tongue inside a few times before I move up to suck on her clit, and then I repeat the pattern. Her hips buck when I suck, so I focus on that as she starts to come undone.
“Fuck, Archer, oh God,” she gasps. “Oh God, yes.”
Her body tightens the way it does before it unleashes the bouts of pleasure, and her legs tighten around my head as she starts to come. It’s a goddamn flood as her cum coats my tongue, and I continue to lick and suck on her until the contractions turn into smaller trembles of pleasure.
She lets out a soft sigh as I straighten to a stand. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, and her eyes are heated as she watches me. “God, you’re hot,” she mutters, and I laugh as I help her sit up again.
“Right back at you, Monroe.”
“Now take your pants off so I can suck your dick.”
She doesn’t have to ask twice.
CHAPTER 53: Millie Monroe
Family
I’m meeting Archer’s family. I’ve already met Ford and Tatum, of course, so at least I’ll see two familiar faces. But it’s not justmeetingthem. It’s proving I deserve to be with Archer.
Maybe they’re not protective over him like that, but it’s still how it feels. Like I have something to prove tonight. Like I have to show that I’m a better match for him than Tatum ever was since she’ll be there, too.
I realize how egocentric it sounds. I’m sure Tatum is nervous for tonight, too. It’s the first major Bradley family event since their mother’s funeral, and it’s the first major family event where she’s officially a Bradley now. She’s probably not thinking a single thought about me and what I have to prove.
I wonder if they’ll be protective over him. I wonder how they’ll act around him. He claims he doesn’t really fit in, he’s not really that close with them, and he’s the blacksheep of the family. But knowing him how I do now, I can’t help but wonder how accurate any of that is or if he just decided to label himself that way as a defense mechanism.
Eventually Archer meets me back at the hotel with a W against the White Sox, and he changes into the suit he brought for the occasion while I get ready, too.
And the look he gives me when I step out of the bathroom fully dressed and ready for tonight stops me dead in my tracks.
