Page 51 of Cruel Love

Archer tenses and exhales one last silent groan as he comes inside of me. I let out a long, blissful sigh, feeling every quick pulse of his cock deep in me. He slowly pulls out and I kiss his cheek, thankful for the pleasant tickles still throbbing my dripping slit.

“Not bad,” I hum.

He chuckles. “That’s high marks from you, love. I’ll take it.”

“Oh, I’ve definitely had worse.”

I slide off the sink and grab a wad of toilet paper to dry myself off with. He flicks on the water and we clean ourselves as we listen to the hum of jet engines.

I bend down and grab my jeans, fishing inside for my panties first.

“Did you hear about Caleb?”

I glance up to find Archer staring down at me. “What about her?” I ask.

He turns and leans against the door as he zips his pants. “She’s pregnant,” he says.

I snort. “Really?”

“Yes. Hence her sudden absence and the extreme fear oozing from Boxcar’s face at all times.”

“Well, that’s a shock.” I sit down on the toilet seat to slip my boots on. “I thought two women couldn’t naturally conceive. Good for them.”

He laughs. “Right.”

I lace up my boots, feeling the air in the room grow slightly heavier. “What about it?” I ask.

“It just got me thinking.”

“Got you thinking about what?”

He clears his throat. “Do you want kids?”

I blink. “We’ve been together a week, Archer.”

“I know.”

“Don’t you think it’s a little early to be having this conversation? You haven’t even seen me pee.”

“I think the start of a relationship is the preferred time to establish intentions.”

I stand up off the toilet seat. “Well, I have no intentions. I don’t have time for intentions and that may never change.”

He stays still, blocking the door. “Do you think, given a reasonable amount of time in the future, that I can expect you and I to procreate?”

I cringe. “Why’d you have to phrase it like that? Now it’s weird.”

Archer smiles. “Yes or no, love?”

Kids. Honestly, I’ve never really thought about it. It’s not exactly part of the plan when you work as a mercenary-for-hire. Sure, agents have tried to live the best of both worlds in the past, but it never works out. In the end, something’s gotta give. Family usually pays that price.

But if Snake Eyes is over and done with, then what’s next for me? Join up with some other assassin squad? Or do what my brothers wanted to do and live normal, quiet lives?

I exhale and look up into Archer’s patient face. “I don’t know,” I answer. “Always been more-or-less on the fence when it comes to kids, but… yeah? Maybe given a reasonable amount of time together… and we’re still alive.”

He smirks. “Obviously.”

“I might consider…” I wince, “procreation.”

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