Archer (Dirty Misfits MC Book 3)

I saw his lips coming toward my own and my eyes fluttered closed. His body heat radiated toward me, like a blanket wanting nothing more than to be wrapped around my body. Long gone was the half-slurped milkshake and the sandwich that hadn’t been touched. Long done were the fries I wolfed down and the tears I had to hold back just to get through my life’s story.

Because the second our lips collided, I was ripped into the upper stratosphere.

I groaned softly against his lips before his tongue pushed through, parting the waves of my lips as they undulated against his. I slid onto my knees, following his movements as he shed his leather jacket before pulling away just long enough to lay it on the ground.

Then, he wrapped his arms around me and placed my back against the warm fabric.

“Is this okay?” Archer asked.

I smiled up at him. “It’s more than okay. Just be gentle.”

He kissed my forehead. “Your wish is my command.”

The second his lips fell to my neck, I let out a moaning sigh. His open-mouthed kisses were the right amount of warm and wet, and my thighs already clenched with need. He kissed down my clothed chest, barely pushing my shirt up before he nipped at my softly-protruding stomach. And as his hands worked my baggy pants down to my knees, he settled himself against the cotton fabric.

Before parting my pussy lips with his fingers.

“Oh, shit,” I whispered.

He lapped at my clit softly and I groaned with need. “Harder. Please, Archer.”

The more he fell between my legs, the more my pants slid down. And when they were trapped around my ankles, I kicked them off and wrapped his face up with my thighs. I bucked ravenously against him, ignoring the pain of my bruises as it blended with the fervent rush of ecstasy his tongue afforded me.

But when he teased my pulsating entrance with his fingertips, I gasped.

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Fingers. I need your fingers.”

He breached my entrance, and my eyes flew open. I bit on my lower lip, trying my best to keep quiet as he devoured me whole. His tongue flattened against my clit. My hands flew into his hair. That tight coil wound up behind my abs, threatening to burst as his fingers crooked against my walls.

“Shit,” I hissed.

“Mmmm, you taste amazing,” he murmured.

My toes curled and my thighs locked up. He pumped his fingers, filling the space around us with the sounds of skin sloshing against skin. I held my hips up to his face, coating his cheeks in my juices. And as my back arched so deeply I thought it might pop, I unraveled against his lips.

“Archer,” I choked out. “Archer, holy fuck. I’m coming. I’m coming.”

His tongue slowly let up as his fingers stopped pumping and I rode my high all the way into space. My back collapsed against his leather jacket and I gazed up at the bottom of the pier, watching it tilt on its own axis. I closed my eyes and sighed with relief. I couldn’t remember the last time I had an orgasm without the help of my trusty bedside toys.

But then, I felt his pinky finger teasing my asshole.

“Archer?” I asked breathlessly.

He sucked my clit between his lips. “Hmmm?”

I groaned with shock. “Oh, shit.”

He chuckled as his pinky finger breached my puckered hole. “You like that?”

I eased my ass down his finger until my hole swallowed it down. “Oh, fuck. This is new.”

He lapped quickly at my clit. “New, huh?”

I rolled against his hand. “More. I need more. Just one more, please.”

“Oh, I’ve never been able to deny a begging woman’s wish.”

His growling voice sent me back into the heavens as his tongue traced my clit. I lost control of my body as he bucked and jumped. Goosebumps flew across my body in droves as my thighs warmed. The coil behind my abs hurt with such a beautiful fervor that I felt more confused than ever.

All I knew was Archer.

All I knew was his tongue.

All I knew was his name as I unraveled for a second time at his command.

“Shit,” I whimpered.

“That’s it. Come for me, beautiful,” he growled.

I trembled in his wake as his fingers pumped quickly. “Shit, shit, shit, shit. Oh, fuck. It’s so good it hurts.”

He slid his fingers away from my holes and opened his mouth wide. He cupped his lips over my entrance, drinking down my offering as it poured from my body. I shivered uncontrollably as my orgasm crashed over my body. Muscles that I didn’t know I had twitched and ached with a wonderful heat as my back collapsed once more against his jacket.

And as I laid there, staring mindlessly up into the wooden abyss above our heads, I felt him slide my pants back up my body.

Dressing me, as if I weighed nothing more than a feather to him.

“Wow,” I whispered.

He laid down next to me and pressed a fry to my lips. “Open wide.”

I took a small bite. “Thanks. Is my drink over there?”

He chuckled and reached behind him before holding the straw to my lips. “There. How’s that?”

I chugged until the burn in my throat was too much to bear. “Oh, that’s perfect.”

Just like him.

He cuddled close against me. “Just rest. If you fall asleep, I’ll wake you up in a bit. Okay?”

I nodded as my eyes closed. “Sounds good.”

His fingertips stroked up and down my arm. “Want anything else? A bite of your sandwich?”

I shook my head slowly. “Dinner. I’ll take it home for…”

A yawn interrupted my statement and he chuckled. He laid down onto his back and scooped me into his arms, pressing my head against his chest. I snuggled deeply against him, with nothing but his leather jacket bracing us against the sand. And as the waves lapped softly at the shoreline, I slipped off into a deep sleep.

The kind of sleep that didn’t simply rejuvenate the body, but a sleep that rejuvenated the soul. And I wondered if I could find a way for this to be a regular thing with Archer and myself.

If anything, so I could sleep better than I did on those fucking pain meds.