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I’m not, but before I can reply, he drapes a leather jacket around my shoulders. It’s almost as if he knew he’d be walking me home and he brought it for me. It smells like him.
We talk more on the walk to my house. He has three younger sisters, but the eldest, Demi, has reached that rebellious phase where she blares music in her room and sneaks out at night. Last week he caught her smoking pot, so he found out where her dealer lived and he beat him up—which is kind of hypocritical, given he indulges himself, but I don’t tell him that.
He shoves his hands into his pockets and hunches his shoulders, so I hand him back his jacket. He takes it but makes no move to put it on. ‘You’re freezing. I can literally see your nipples going stiff.’
I cross my arms. ‘This is my street.’
He shrugs into his jacket. ‘I’m walking you to your door. Any overprotective older brothers I ought to know about?’
‘Nope, but there is a really aggressive pheasant that stalks this street in the day. It chases after cars all the time.’
As we near my house, I hear the muted sounds of my parents arguing. My mum went out again tonight, but she must have returned early.
I stop beneath a lamppost. ‘I can walk from here.’
‘How do you know some pedo isn’t hiding in those bushes waiting for you?’
‘I don’t, but I’ll be damned if I begrudge myself anything in fear of someone else’s intentions. Thank you, Archer. For the food. And for your… for your company.’
I move to step around him, but he slides an arm around my waist. His body presses into mine. My heart might beat right out of my chest, but I’m struck by a wild, panicking thought that my breath smells like vegetable burger and garlic mayonnaise.
He buries his face in my neck, and everywhere his lips touch my skin is electric. I close my eyes.
‘Are you a virgin?’ he says roughly. His hands delve beneath my shirt; his fingers graze my stomach, and I start.
Apparently, my flinch is answer enough.
He growls, low and guttural, and walks me until my back is flush with the lamppost. His hands squeeze my backside. ‘Mine,’ he says. ‘I’m the first man to touch you, and I’ll be the first to fuck you, and every other man after that will be a disappointment.Mine.’
He dips his fingers into the waistband of my pants—
‘No.’ My voice is clear and firm.
He goes still, but he doesn’t move away. ‘Do you want me to stop?’
When I don’t answer, he pulls back slightly to look at me. His eyes are glazed over with a hunger I’ve never seen before. ‘I’ll be gentle, I promise.’
I’m afraid it’ll hurt, and I haven’t shaved in two days. And I’m afraid if we do this, I’m giving Archer what he wants. But what about what I want?
I nod.
'I need to hear you say it, Frankie.'
'Yes.'
His fingers delve deeper, and I just stand there. I don’t feel sexy at all. I’m not even sure how tobesexy, or how to express pleasure with my body. I’m still, and Archer watches me with predatory intensity as his fingers brush my panties. Lower, lower, lower, until his index grazes me.
He closes his eyes. ‘Fuck.’
He massages my clit in a way that has me propping my knee on his hip to give him better access. I can’t even explain the ripples of pleasure that shoot through me, but I suddenly want to grind against him, to push myself harder into his finger.
'I'll stop if you want me to,' he whispers.
I say nothing.
He pushes a finger inside of me, and I cry out as it pinches. His hand flies to my mouth. ‘Shh.’
He begins to move his index out and back in, out and back in. I feel myself loosen around it, but it’s only slightly pleasurable. I feel the friction of blood drying out my wetness, but that doesn’t stop him.
