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Willow
The next morning I’m woken by my cell phone ringing. I’m not the friend you should call because I never answer phone calls. I’m the friend you text if you want to get hold of me, so I am surprised it’s ringing at all, never mind the un-godly hour it feels like.
Dropping to the floor, I feel around, trying to keep my eyes open long enough to find my purse. I know I brought it back with us when we got home. The rest is fuzzy. Too many fucking muddled feelings and too little conversation.
I hate stupid feelings, and stupid boys who don’t talk about them. I realize I’m being irrational since I’m just as capable of opening my mouth, but the problem is, I’m not great at talking about feelings either. Two peas in a fucked up pod. I’m fighting to stay in a contract with a man who just clearly told me he doesn’t want to marry me. What the hell is wrong with me?
I rub my eyes, finally giving up and just trying to wake up. I hear Archer roll over on the bed, and then the room fills with the sound of his alarm clock. He’s got to get ready for work. If I marry him, my life will be endless days of waiting for him to get home. I remember all the longing looks my mom gave my father, who was always at work. The man never came to a single birthday party my mother arranged for me or Cole, and he was the golden boy.
My phone rings again, and I spot my purse and contents under the bed. Bending forward on all fours, I reach under to grab it. A deep growl sounds from behind me, and I can’t help but laugh. My ass is straight up in the air, and all I’m wearing is lace panties. The tension from last night seems to have evaporated in an instant, replaced by pure animalistic lust. We’re like savages by the way we want each other. I thought I might actually break his dick in Rio. It was mind-fucking-blowing.
I take the opportunity to arch my back, giving him the best view of me possible. His hand comes down hard in a surprising smack on my ass, and I yelp. The sting goes straight to my pussy, and I’m moaning in delight. To my total surprise, I realize I just got wet by a spanking.
“Holy fuck,” I pant. “Do that again.”
His hand comes down hard, and I yell. “Yes! Fuck yes!” I’m loud, and after he slaps me two more delicious times, his mouth and tongue come down to soothe the sting. It’s exquisite, and I’m about to come undone from the sensation alone.
“More, baby, please.” I know he needs to go to work, and he’s never late, but I beg him selfishly.
“Anything baby, tell me, and it’s yours,” he says against my ear as he engulfs me from behind. I grind back on his erection and can’t help but think, Could I have your heart? Would you share that with me, or am I the only one feeling this enormous feeling I can’t explain any other way? But I don’t say it. I keep it close and enjoy him while I can.
“Is this what you want. You need my cock, Willow?”
A shiver runs up my spine when he says my name. “Yes.”
He pulls my panties off, ripping the string bikini and throwing the scrap across the room. I take extreme joy in the growl I get when I push my ass into him. His pants are unzipped, belt unbuckled, and his generous length is running up and down my wet seam, turning me on until I’m whining. Like a fucking bitch. I should be ashamed, but when his cock glides inside me, I lose all train of thought and scream his name.
His hand wraps around my hair, pulling my head back, and his mouth captures mine in the hottest, most life-changing kiss of my existence. At that moment, I feel complete. Wanted. Protected. Owned. I feel loved, and it causes tears to spring to my eyes. I give him just as much and hope I make him feel as good as he makes me feel.
“Oh fuck, baby, you feel incredible,” he says like he’s read my mind.
Archer thrusts harder and harder, picking up his pace. His grip on my hair stays gentle but strong. He breaks our kiss, only to attack my neck, which is ticklish, and I giggle. The pleasure from his thrusting cock, and the sting I still feel on my ass is so overwhelming, I’m already riding the edge, ready to come. His teeth graze my skin as he pulls me to him, his fingers biting into my thighs, all feeling so good. I tell him that and yell his name, never feeling this high in my life. When his hand slides to my clit, he massages me with expert precision, and I’m shaking. My orgasm is explosive, and he’s right there with me, roaring, like a fucking animal. I look at him over my shoulder as I fall flat to the floor.
“I’m calling in sick.”
His voice is hoarse with exhaustion as he falls beside me, bringing me into his arms. Our bodies are sweaty, and he’s still wearing most of his clothes, which are a mess. The sight of him so disheveled after attacking me makes me giggle, feeling giddy from that blissful orgasm. We both lay on the floor, and he laughs too, but I get the feeling he’s serious about staying home with me when he picks me up, puts me back in bed and strips down to nothing, then slides in with me. We bask in the afterglow of what has to be Guinness-level sex. God, we are animals.
After a while, our emotions come down to earth. Our naked bodies press to each other as he holds me tight, and we breathe each other in. I feel it. I want to say it, but I’m too scared. What if I’m reading too much into this? Into that look he’s giving me right now. Like I’m everything to him. I’ve been very wrong about men in the past, and Archer still hasn’t promised me anything other than our original agreement…and sex, per my amendment. I remember the flight and smile.
My cell phone goes off again, but I’m too tired and relaxed to care. Archer’s hand runs a soothing pattern down my back, and it lulls me to sleep, feeling absolutely blissful.
* * *
Hours later,I surprise Archer by waking him with my mouth on his cock. I love that look on his face. After an epic war of oral sex favors, we take a shower, and when he ducks into the closet to get dressed, I finally check my phone.
Charlie: Hey girl, I’m in town, and we’re getting everyone together for a last-minute family dinner. You have to come. Empire Eats at seven.
Grace: Family Dinner tonight at Empire Eats. Charlie and Hudson are home and have some kind of announcement. I’m selfishly hoping for pregnancy but that’s between you and me…don’t tell Harmony, she’ll drive them nuts wanting a baby, whether or not Charlie’s pregnant. Lol.
Marcus: Family dinner Empire Eats seven pm.
Man of little words, I think to myself.
Cole: Where are you? Are you alright? Why aren’t you answering?
His text is followed by several missed calls from his wife’s cell phone, which I’m guessing was Cole checking if I would answer, since I wasn’t answering his. I roll my eyes.
“Hey sexy, you want to come to dinner with my family? See how the other side lives?” I joke because my friends are mega stupid, rich, but you’d never know it. They’re all simple, down to earth and always there for each other. I’m a lucky bitch knowing I have them all in my corner.
“Fuck yeah baby, I’d be honored to meet your people.” Archie hollers from the closet.
I meet him halfway, and like a magnet, his lips find mine. He has to bend down a bit, but I push up on my toes, and this kiss is perfection. Soft and curious. Slow and exploratory. Some moments with Archie feel like they’re going to be our last, and some make me feel more comfortable with him than I’ve ever been with another human. He’s my person. I can feel it. The problem is, how do I say it?
