Page 87 of My Darling Mayhem

His red eyes shuttered as his head lifted.

I gripped his hand and pulled him until he followed me to my room. I knew his men would be directly outside the door and likely outside our window, but I just needed to have him alone for a few seconds.

The door closed behind us, and I carefully set my property patch on the bed.

"Talk to me, Archer." I went to my closet and pulled down a duffel bag.

He sat down on my bed and placed his head in his hands.

"I can't—" he started, but then he coughed, and I realized it was a sob, and he was falling apart. Shifting away from the closet, I went to him, bending on my knees until I was directly in front of him. I stroked his hair and kissed along his jaw.

"We're okay." I kissed the shell of his ear and pushed the stray strands of hair back before moving to the next ear. "We're going to make it. All of us."

His hands moved to my face, pulling me in for a kiss. His mouth moved over mine, hungry and desperate. His tongue slid into my mouth, and then he pulled me up and carried me into my bathroom.

He shut the door and turned on the shower. We stripped hastily, our mouths returning to one another in a rapid desperation. My fingers were at his neck, tugging on his hair. His hands were in mine, stroking and pulling while we ambled into the shower.

We stood under the hot spray while he continued to kiss me. Then, once he finally broke away, he rasped low and guttural against my ear.

"Turn around and place your hands against the tile."

TWENTY-ONE

ARCHER

I needed her.

This was pain and agony all wrapped around the danger that made up my life. It beat like a drum in my chest and ached in my pulse as a reminder that happiness was always a thread ready to snap.

I didn’t get happy endings. Joy wasn’t going to be a part of my life.

Memories of when my mother died thrummed in my chest, a reminder that injustice happened every day. Seeing Kane being taken by strangers ricocheted like a bullet slamming into me. Seeing him through a piece of glass when he’d been in the state's custody. Witnessing the death report for Brit, his mother, knowing he’d grow up never knowing the love of either parent.

Fuck, I was so tired of the bad…then Wren happened, and she was sunlight.

She was good.

The only thing I’d ever hoped to have, that actually became mine, and now they were going to take her from me. My heart wouldn’t withstand it. I couldn’t exist in a world that she wasn’tin. Would Saul cut her brakes next? Would he do something to Cruz?

“Turn around. Place your hands on the tiles.” Had I already told her that? I blinked, seeing the water drip down her back, her long thick hair soaked and dipping into a v right above her perky, round ass. Fuck, she was perfect.

My cock twitched, which had me wrapping my fist around it, stroking while Wren peeked over her shoulder at me. Her lip was pressed between her teeth, her thick lashes lowered as her eyes trailed down to where my wrist slowly moved.

I stepped forward, wrapped my arm around her, and placed my hand against her stomach. Lifting her the slightest bit, I lined up my erection while I rasped against her ear.

“Breathe, beautiful. I’m not going to be gentle.”

I felt her back arch into my chest, and I slid the tip of my cock into her tight cunt. I lightly kicked at her leg to make her stance wider while sliding further into her heat. She moaned while her hand came back, holding my wrist.

I pulled out and, with a sharp inhale, pushed back in, in a heavy thrust. She was so tight that I had to stand there for a second to calm down and not come on the spot. After adjusting, I grumbled closer to her ear while pushing her chest against the tile, “You’re mine. No one is taking you from me.”

Her tits were smashed while I fucked her. My hand was flat against her lower belly while I slid in and out of her, creating a chaotic rhythm. On her tiptoes, she used one of her hands to dig her nails into the tile while the other squeezed my wrist.

“Archer,” she said in a rush, her mouth agape as I continued to pump in and out of her.

I lifted the hand from her stomach up to her neck and added the slightest amount of pressure while my hips pushed forward at a rapid pace, making her ass bounce. The sight only spurred me on as I held her body against mine.

One of her hands came to mine, and she guided my fingers over her clit.

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