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)
I’ve already been all over her. Christ, we barely made it through the front door before I had her pinned to it. We’ve been all over each other for the last three hours. I can’t stop. Neither can she.
“Maybe that’s my master plan, Archer.” She smirks up at me, wrapping one fist around my cock. The other cups my balls, driving me out of my fucking mind. “Maybe I’m trying to get myself fucked sideways in this here fancy shower of yours.”
She pumps her fist, squeezing at the tip.
I grab her around the waist, spinning. We land with her tits pressed to the shower wall, my chest to her back. She moans loudly, throwing her head back against my shoulder.
“You want to come again, little bird?” I slip my hand between her body and the wall, homing in on her swollen clit. “You need your husband to fill this greedy little pussy?”
“Yes!” she sobs.
I yank her hips back, carefully kicking her legs apart.
“Archer!” she shouts when I slam into her. I fuck her hard and deep, keeping her pinned against the wall with one hand on her shoulder so she can’t go anywhere. The other stays between her legs, my fingers running in circles around her clit.
“Is this what you wanted, wife?”
“Yes, yes,” she moans. “Harder.”
I fuck her like a goddamn savage, her commands spurring me on. She takes every thrust, sobbing for more. It’s wild, frenzied, and so goddamn good I can’t catch my breath. Fuck it, though. Who needs to breathe? I just need this—her wrapped around me, taking everything I give her. That sweet voice in my ear, begging for my cock. I just need her.
She shatters around me, her cries echoing off the shower walls. And Christ, I love that sound. It’s the purest form of worship there is.
I impale her on my cock, nipping her shoulder as her pussy milks my cock, demanding everything I’ve got. I spill into her again and again, chanting her name.
By the time it’s over, we’re both breathing hard, and she’s plastered to the shower wall like it’s the only thing keeping her upright. I spin her again, hauling her into my arm to kiss her.
“I love you,” she whispers sweetly.
My heart squeezes in a vise.
How is this real? How is she mine? I don’t know, but I thank God anyway. For long moments, I just hold her, coming down. It’s bliss, the kind of perfection no man deserves.
Eventually, I manage to get us both cleaned up and out of the shower. She’s swaying on her feet when I dry her off, so I scoop her up, carrying her to bed.
She smiles up at me so sweetly, reaching for me like she can’t stand to be separated from me for even an instant. I crawl in beside her, pulling her into my arms.
“We should tell Micah,” I murmur.
She lifts her head, looking at me. “Yeah? You really want to?”
“Yeah, baby girl. It’s time.”
Her smile is everything. “Okay,” she says simply. If she has any doubts, I don’t see them. There’s nothing but happiness in her eyes. “When should we tell him?”
“After the game,” I murmur. We fly to Detroit in the morning. After what happened at the last game, the last thing we need is for him to be too pissed to keep his head in the game.
“Okay,” she says, laying her head against my chest. “We’ll tell him when you guys get back.”
I stroke my fingers through her hair, gently untangling it. For long moments, I don’t say anything. She already knows most of my secrets. She’s still here. But before we tell Micah, I need to tell her that I’m the one who started the nonprofit she works for. That I started it to make sure she had a job here and didn’t have to leave. I don’t want it to be between us, standing like a roadblock. She deserves to know.
“I need to tell you something, little bird,” I murmur.
She doesn’t say anything.
“Wren?”
I brush her hair back from her face, only to find her eyes closed.
Fuck. She’s already asleep.
I sigh, pulling the blankets up over us. I don’t wake her up, though. I’ll tell her when we get back from Detroit. Before we talk to Micah.
Chapter Twelve
Wren
I go with Archer to the arena to see him off bright and early. The whole team is there, including Micah. He takes one look at us together, grunts, and then stomps onto the bus without a word.
I sigh, shaking my head. Why is he so stubborn? Why won’t he just talk to me like a normal person? Oh, right. Because he’s Micah. He’s annoying and bossy and overprotective…and I miss him. I really freaking miss him. We’ve never gone this long without speaking.
“It’ll be okay, baby,” Archer murmurs, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Just a couple more days, and he’ll have to accept it.”