Page 109 of My Darling Mayhem

TWENTY-SEVEN

ARCHER

Wren’s fingerswere in my hair as I woke up.

She stroked gently along the nape of my neck and over my ears. My back was to her, which meant sometime during the night, I’d shifted away from her, or she left the bed. I had a feeling she’d left the bed to go check on the boys. The room was dimly lit with just a small piece of sunlight cutting through the split curtains, which meant it was still early.

We’d come back to the property yesterday and the entire day was a blur. Kyle and Juan disappeared, along with Kingston and Gio. I was so exhausted that all I focused on was Wren guiding me to a room where I showered and promptly fell asleep.

I tried to focus on how Wren’s fingers gently scraped against my scalp and how good it felt, watching the wall on the other side of the room. My mind tossed up the image of her throwing those daggers, and how she’d claimed my brother. I swear my heart grew in size after seeing how protective she was over him.

I had no idea why she did it, but on my way through the trees, I could hear them talking. I hadn’t reached them, but their voices carried, especially hers.

Put my son down.

Those were the words she’d used. She’d called Kane hers, and then when he was free, it wasn’t me he’d run to…it was her.

“You’re awake.” Her soft voice carried over from her side of the bed. I smiled, then turned over on my back.

“How did you know?”

Her hair was up in a chaotic pile on her head, but it somehow made her look sexy and like she’d been fucked all night. She hadn’t been, but it was still making me hard thinking about it.

“Your breathing changed.” She smiled at me and then leaned down to press a kiss to my forehead. We still hadn’t talked about the fact that Brian had essentially worked with my father and was now dead. Thistle was going to help frame his death to look like a car accident, so there weren’t any ties that would come back to our club, Saul, or Wren’s family.

I pulled Wren until she was lying down next to me.

“I’d like to hear your breathing change.” My lips found her neck then I trailed lower, kissing along her collarbone while I slid my hand over her stomach and down between her thighs.

“Archer.” She sounded as if she was about to protest, so I covered her mouth with mine while using my thumb to swipe over her clit through her little pajama shorts.

“Oh.” Her breathing did change then, and I smiled against her mouth, applying more pressure with my thumb.

Our kiss turned messy as our tongues slid against each other and I couldn’t help myself. I gently tugged at the lace camisole that was barely covering her heaving breasts. Once she was uncovered, I traced my tongue over her taut nipples, swiping over one rosy bud and then the other. Her tits were pushed together from her tank top, so I took my time sucking and licking each one while she began writhing under me.

From how she kept trying to rub against me, I knew she was aching. I slid farther, kissing down her stomach and swipingover her belly button until I got to her shorts, where I pulled them down her legs and then began licking along her slit.

Her fingers came to my hair and pulled as she let out a sharp breath, her legs lifting on either side of my head. I pushed them apart as I fucked her with my tongue. It wasn’t enough.

I wanted to consume her.

With that in mind, I gripped her by the hips and flipped her over. The sight of her bare ass had my cock weeping. She let out a tiny yelp from being tossed, followed by a throaty laugh. I’d never had a woman laugh while I was in the process of fucking her. It made my own smile appear as I shook my head.

“I love you,” I whispered against her spine as I dropped a kiss there.

Moving lower to the top of her ass, my tongue traced a path over her left ass cheek, and with a hiss, I let my teeth graze along her flesh.

Her hips lifted as if she needed pressure or friction against her pussy. I repeated the process of licking and sucking her right ass cheek before grazing my teeth and sinking into her flesh with a soft bite, which had her moaning.

“You like that?” I whispered, repeating what I’d done, but this time, I spread her cheeks apart and stared at her crack. My mouth watered as the bare skin led to a dark, tight circle, and farther to her bare, glistening slit. Her hips reared again as her hand came back to hold one of her cheeks for me.

“Hmm, I like when you help me, Wren. I like when you get so desperate to be fucked that you’d even silently beg me to lick you in your tight little hole.” My hand gripped her cheek while holding it apart from her other, and then I dove in swirling my tongue over her in a deep, lick.

Her words were muffled as she shoved her face into the pillow.

I liked that. Way too fucking much.

My strokes were vicious as I pushed into her tightness and used three of my fingers to sink into her core. I heard a low, guttural moan, muffled by the bed as a shudder ran through her. Her hips lifted, her pussy rising from my fingers, only to sink down on them in an attempt to get pressure. My tongue remained buried in her hole while my fingers worked her pussy, and she fucked my hand.

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