It shouldn’t be. I’m here because of it. Instead, I’m focusing on Archer Bradley, as I find myself getting in way too deep.
The moment we’re closed into privacy in his room, his mouth is on mine. He’s all over me, really, as I jump up and link my legs around his waist, my hands finding his jaw as we take this kiss from needy to urgent. His hands move under my ass to support me, and he walks us through his suite toward the bedroom. He doesn’t set me down, instead lowering me to the bed until he’s on top of me and I’m lying on my back, my legs still wrapped around him.
He rolls his hips, and I gasp as I feel how hard he is.
When he breaks from my lips to trail his mouth down my neck, I can’t help the little quip.
“Are your balls up to this?”
He pulls back and looks me in the eyes, merriment in his. “I’m good to go.” He shoves his hips at me as if he’s trying to prove himself, and I grunt.
“Feels like you’re ready,” I murmur.
He reaches for the fabric covering one of my tits, and he pulls it aside as he takes my nipple in his mouth. He reaches down and bypasses the bikini bottoms he talked about earlier, thrusting a finger right into me.
“Feels like you’re ready, too,” he says as he presses a kiss to my breast. He trails kisses as he moves down.
“Oh, Archer, I’m so ready for you,” I murmur, my hands finding his hair as he keeps trailing his way down.
He slides my bikini bottoms off as promised. “Scoot up a little,” he demands, and I follow the order. “That’s perfect.” He moves off the bed and pulls his swim trunks off, leaving them on the floor. He climbs over me and reverses, and then he positions himself so his cock is inches from my face.
I grab onto it and pump it a few times before I take it into my mouth, and he groans. “Fuck, baby. Your mouth is so goddamn perfect. Just like that while I fuck you with my mouth.” He bends down, and then there’s no more talking as he gets to work.
His tongue is inside me and he’s rubbing my clit as his cock fills my mouth, and it takes all my effort to put the focus on pleasuring him instead of on how good his mouth feels on me. He starts to thrust his hips, taking some of the power away from me as he fucks my mouth. It’s hot as hell, and I bring a hand up to stroke the base of his cock as he thrusts in as deeply as he can.
He hums against me, the vibration sending a shock of need through me, the pleasure never letting up as he thrusts a finger inside me and continues to work me with his tongue.
I’m in a frenzy as the need to come plows into me. I want to scream out some words, but his cock is movingin and out of my mouth, and I can’t stop pleasuring him as he pleasures me.
I feel it as my release plows into me, the contractions ripping through me as I suck his cock harder, my legs and lower body thrashing at the onslaught of pleasure as it ripples through every part of me. I’m humming, moaning, grunting, my throat constricting around him, and he doesn’t give me a warning other than to pull back just a little as he starts to come, too. I feel the warmth as it shoots to the back of my throat, and I swallow it down around him, sucking harder and harder as the cum erupts out of him over and over in hot bursts until he’s depleted.
Both of our bodies sated, we slow into a soft afterglow together. He climbs off and moves so he’s positioned beside me, lying on his back. He pulls me over so my head is on the crook of his shoulder, my arm flung over him, and my fingertips resting on his chest as he tightens his grip around me.
He leans down to press a kiss to the top of my head, and it’s so sweet and intimate that it breaks my heart a little. Is it really so bad that I wish this could last a little longer than just this month?
It doesn’t get better from there. We lie together a while, order in some dinner and drinks, and make love afterward. He uses a condom this time since we’re in his room and they’re handy, and we’re just in standard missionary position as he moves languidly on top of me, our eyes connecting here, our lips connecting there. It’s slow and sensual, and it pushes my heart a little closer to his.
I’m starting to wish I never said the wordsno strings, no ties, no hearts involved. Because the more time I spend with him, the more my heart is starting to get involved, no matter how much I try to resist it.
CHAPTER 31: Archer Bradley
Dinner
Last night was…
Fucking dammit.
It was everything.
It was supposed to be nothing. No hearts, no strings, all that bullshit she said on the bus the day she hurt her ankle. All the things I suppose I silently agreed to when we slept together again. I tried to avoid her. I tried to fight it. I even fell off the grid for nearly an entire week, but none of it mattered.
The second she showed up for me and faked her way into the label of mygirlfriendwas the second things changed for me.
It showed me that she cared about me as a person. She wanted to be there for me, and it wasn’t just lip service. It was action.
And after a day like we had yesterday, it’s hard to imagine leaving here and leaving her behind.
Millie had a meeting with the resort’s manager, so she headed back to her room to get a change of clothes. I check my email—my preferred method of contact from industry professionals. I have a few from my lawyer, my publicist, and my agent regarding the foundations, but the subject line of one from my agent sticks out from the others.
