to the opening to the living room. His arms were folded over his bare chest, and his pajama bottoms hung low at the waist. It was the concern in his eyes though that drew me. “You okay, babe?”
“Just Maddy.” And I held my phone out to him as I closed the gap between us. I rubbed his shoulder. “I’m going to grab coffee and get food started.”
He took the phone, then caught my hand against his shoulder. “Are you okay?” The concern in his eyes darkened them, just like Friday in the rain when he’d been so worried about me.
“I hate her,” I told him. “She ruins everything. She wants to ruin this, and I bet she doesn’t even know this exists.” Or maybe she did and she didn’t care. I gave a little shrug. “She really doesn’t care about anything that isn’t about her. That part sucks.”
“She doesn’t deserve you, babe. Not one fucking tear for her. For you? Yes, because fuck knows you were short-changed. But she doesn’t deserve a goddamn thing from you.” The savage tone and hard look in his eyes made me bleed. For him. For me.
For us.
“None of them deserve us,” I told him. “I don’t know what crazy pills they took. But they don’t deserve you either. Your parents. Mine. None of them.”
“Too damn right,” he agreed. “After our appointment, I’m taking you out to a fancy fucking lunch and spoiling you like I didn’t get to do on Friday. We’ll make it up to the guys later. Then we’re going shopping.”
“We are?”
“Yeah. Prom is coming, and I want to get you a dress…my treat.”
“Archie…”
He pressed two fingers to my lips. “My treat. I want you to get whatever you want. Silks, fancy, comfortable, strapless, lace. I want you to feel like a princess, and we’re going to get our fucking night out at a fucking dance where we have a fantastic fucking time because you said yes and I’m taking you to prom. I’ll even share the date, but you said yes to me first, so we get the hotel room after.”
A laugh worked its way up my throat. “But what if…” I really couldn’t ask that question.
“You’re not my sister,” he said. The savage note was back in his voice, and my phone hit the floor as he pushed me back to the wall. His hands cupped my head to keep it from hitting. “But you are mine.” Then his mouth was on mine. The mintyness of the kiss was a cool accent to the heated demand in his lips.
The kiss took and gave in equal measure. His tongue swept in and dueled with mine, only to draw mine back as he sucked on it. A moan escaped my throat, and my nipples beaded as he slid his leg between my thighs. I had no idea who tugged at whose clothes first, but he pulled back only long enough to rip the tank top I had on up and over my head and then his hands were hot against my breasts as he devoured my mouth again.
Fingers hooked into the side of his boxers, I yanked them down. Every place his skin brushed mine left me needing. The pinch and pull of his fingers against my nipples, the way his callouses rubbed my breasts as he teased them. Then he kissed from my mouth to my jaw and along to my throat before he yanked my boxers down, and I had to wiggle to get them to fall the rest of the way.
The wall was cold against my overheated flesh, but Archie was already hauling me upward as I wrapped my hand around the heavy weight of his dick. The faint curve to it was so familiar, and I gave him a couple of warm pumps before he made a sound that was half-groan, half-growl as he sucked a stinging hickey onto my neck.
My core clenched around the emptiness as I began to tease the crown of his cock along my slit. I was already soaking. I had been since that first kiss in the bed. Lifting his head, he locked his gaze on me, and the naked desire in his eyes had the tension coiling in my stomach pulling taut.
“Do you remember what I said about all the ways I wanted to fuck you, babe?” he asked, his voice all dark, breathy, and hot.
“You wanted to fuck me from behind,” I answered, stroking his tip back and forth until he