Page 80 of The Backdraft

“Yes,” I breathed, bringing my hand up to cup his face. He turned into it, placing a kiss to the center of my palm, then shot me a roguish grin.

“Good. Now be a good girl for me and try to be quiet.”

In one swift motion, Archer pushed my panties to the side, his thumb finding my clit instantly, toying with it while his middle finger slid inside me. Using his other hand, he freed my breasts, tongue sweeping out over my nipple before taking it into his mouth.

“Agh, Archer,” I whimpered, trying to do as he said and keep quiet. We were off the beaten path, but it wasn’t the middle of nowhere, though that added to the thrill of it.

Adding another finger, he pumped them in and out of me lazily, working me quickly into a frenzy. The pace was maddening, fast enough to build with each stroke, but slow enough to have my hips grinding down against him mindlessly, desperate for more. If I was capable of feeling anything other than the intense lust coursing through my veins, I might’ve been embarrassed by how fast he reduced me to a panting, thrashing mess. But as it was, my body was winding tighter and tighter.

I bit my lip around a moan as he strummed my clit.

He groaned around my breast, nipping at the tight bud. “Fuck it, I lied. I want to hear you scream when you come for me.”

If I was embarrassed before, I was mortified now because that was all it took. Those words ordered in that raspy, masculine voice of his had the tight cords of my restraint snapping, my orgasm crashing through me in waves.

“Archer!” I screamed, gripping his shoulders, as I rode out every last sensation tearing through my body.

“That’s my girl.” Dropping a heated kiss to my lips, he sat back so I could right myself. “Now, open your mouth.”

I didn’t hesitate. I parted my lips and sucked the fingers that had just been in my pussy into my mouth, the tangy sweetness of my release coating my tongue.

“See? You still taste fucking divine too.”

This man.

Before I could respond, he lifted me off the bike. Then he was behind me, pressing me forward over the side of the bike.

I glanced over my shoulder and watched him free his cock from his jeans. My hips swayed involuntarily at the sight, desperate to have him inside me. Filling me.

A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest as he swiped his tip through my wetness before driving into me. My brain misfired.

When he moved it was slow, taunting strokes meant to drive me wild, but I couldn’t handle any more of his games. I pushed back forcefully on his next thrust, taking him deeper and harder than he’d been. The breath in his lungs left in a hiss, and his fingertips dug into my hips. A piece of me wanted them to leave bruises, to mark me as his.

“Do that again, and this is going to be over before it starts,” Archer warned through gritted teeth.

Smirking, I repeated the motion, reveling in the groan it pulled from deep within his throat. I did it once more before setting a tempo that had my own climax forming, his cock hitting the back of me with every thrust.

“Shit, Darcy.” His hands flexed once against my hips before he took over, dragging me up and down his length fast and hard, exactly how I needed it. My pussy gripped him tightly as he pistoned into me over and over, the edge of sweet oblivion dancing within reach.

His hand wound around the braid I’d put my hair in, and pulled until my head was tipped back almost painfully. Then his lips crashed into mine, tongue claiming, as he drove into me again. My climax tore through me seconds before his movements grew jerky and uneven, his own release overtaking him.

He released the hold on my hair, and I fought to catch my breath as my heart pounded loudly in my chest. “I love you.”

Archer spun me around to face him, straightening me as he did, and captured my mouth in a slower kiss that felt a lot like worship. “I love you too.”

***

After we dressed ourselves, we did end up eating the picnic Archer had packed for us. I don’t know if it was luck, or if he had planned for our little delay to prolong our eating, but he’d put our sandwiches in the saddlebag with enough ice packs that everything was still cool. It was the perfect date too—quiet and just the two of us, which was something that rarely happened these days.

When it started getting buggy, the sun officially gone from the sky, we packed everything up and headed home. My mom and Linnea were on our couch watching one of mom’s baking shows, and Casey was fast asleep upstairs. We chatted for a bit, getting a very detailed rundown from Linnea, before they took off.

Upstairs, Archer headed to our room, but I took a detour to the nursery. I’d be back in here in a couple of hours to feed Casey,and I shouldn’t have been risking waking him up, but I couldn’t help it. I crept over to the crib and peered over the railing.

His mouth was popped open in a tiny “o,” quiet snores sounding with every breath. Dark hair stuck up in all directions, his hands curled into little fists by his head, as he slept peacefully, completely unaware that I was beholding him.

I hadn’t heard Archer come in, but I felt the bare skin of his chest press against my back, and I leaned into him, resting my head against his shoulder.

For a while, we stayed like that, wrapped in an embrace, marveling at the sleeping human we’d made together.

If someone had told me a year ago that this would be my life, I would’ve laughed in their face. There was no way I was having a baby, especially not with Archer Mack. But that me was a different version of myself entirely. She went through her days with a chip on her shoulder, constantly competing in a contest that was entirely self made. That Darcy was a woman who thought she was fine alone with her books and movies, who functioned under the idea that it was better to be by herself than let anyone close enough to hurt her. But that was only because she didn’t know any better.

I needed Archer, needed Casey, to kickstart the fire that had all but burned out inside of me. They burst in when I least expected it, and breathed a sense of belonging into my life, fueling the fire that made each day new and exciting.

Standing in Archer’s house—ourhouse—gazing down at our son with Archer’s arms wrapped around me, I couldn’t imagine my life any other way. It was everything I never expected to have, and everything I couldn’t imagine living without. It was perfect.