ready to push that resolve and see how long it'd take to crack.
"Fucking hell," he snapped, his hand coming up and grabbing my face in a tight hold. He turned my head enough that his lips could lock down on mine like he was drowning.
He dominated that kiss, like fucking everything, his lips claiming mine in a way that was leaving his mark all over my soul. I moaned into his kiss, trying to turn over to face him, but his arm held me tight, keeping my ass against his huge, hard length.
"Stop. Fucking. Wriggling," he commanded me when he released my mouth. His kisses trailed down the line of my neck, sucking and biting my skin in a savage way that was so distinctively Archer that it made my pussy clench with desire and intense arousal.
I bit my lip, not arguing back. Not yet, anyway. Not while his hand was stroking across my bare belly and creeping lower with every movement. My breath was coming in short, sharp gasps, but this time it was for a damn good reason. Maybe this wasn't exactly what the doctor meant when he’d told me to rest and take it easy for a few days, but fuck that dickhead. He wasn't living with three hotter than sin men who played my body like their own personal fuck toy. Or... two of them did. I was really, really hoping the third was about to join the party.
Archer's fingers brushed over my smooth mound, and the rumbling growl that came from his chest was almost enough to make me come. Almost. I was holding out for something more, though...
"Quit fucking teasing me, Sunshine," I told him with a frustrated moan. I bucked my hips against him, reminding him of just how hard his cock was against my ass. Only a thin layer of fabric separated us, and I was going out of my mind hoping it would just magically disappear.
Archer huffed a short laugh, his lips on the bend of my neck. "Be careful what you wish for, Princess." His fingers dipped lower, finding my wet heat and sinking inside me with one firm push.
A strangled cry left my throat, but before he could pull away, I clapped a hand over his, holding him there as I writhed on his fingers. "Fuck," I breathed as he pushed deeper, his palm flattening on my mound and grinding my clit.
"You like that, huh?" he whispered in my ear. As if he needed fucking confirmation.
"God yes," I groaned. "Fuck, I'm already so close."
My skin was sensitive all over, a remnant of the drugging, but that had manifested in something pretty epic when it came to Archer's hand on my pussy.
His fingers withdrew, but he wasn't going anywhere. His thumb found my clit and rubbed teasing circles around it until I was whimpering and squirming against him. When he finally decided he'd tortured me enough, he pushed two fingers back into me and gave my clit a firm rub in a way that made me cry out.
"Shh," he chuckled in my ear, wrapping his free hand, which had been under my pillow, over my mouth. "If you're too loud, Steele will think you're in trouble and come barging in here."
I whimpered but swallowed my words as he fucked me with his hand. I was tempted to tell him I was more than fine with Steele hearing us... even with him joining us. But something told me Archer wouldn't be okay with it, and right now? I needed him. Just him. I needed to break the glass cage he'd erected around me. Smash it to pieces and grind the shards to dust because I was done being kept at arm's length.
When he added a third finger, I was fucking done. I came hard, my screams muffled by his strong hand over my mouth while his soft kisses feathered over the skin of my throat.
When he peeled his hand off my face, my breath was coming in hard gasps and my whole body was jelly. Electric jelly.
Slowly the weak, boneless, post-orgasm feeling subsided, and I reached behind me, sliding my hand along Archer's hip to find his waistband. Because if he thought I was a one-and-done kinda girl, then he must have lost his sense of hearing over the last few weeks.
"Stop," he ordered me, grabbing my hand before I could make it under his waistband. His grip was tight enough to not be playful, and the cold, unpleasant sensation of