Page 73 of Gideon's Gratitude

Archer’s breath feathered across my ear.

“But I don’t want you to have doubts our first time.”

Ah. Assurance therewouldbe a first time. “If you say I can trust you, then I believe you.” Even as I said the words, though, doubt crept in. How much time needed to have elapsed? When could someone be absolutely certain?

“Let me get one more round of tests and then we can talk. For now…” Archer eased his hand under the elastic band, slid down, and grasped my cock.

Shock ricocheted through me. Not nasty shock. Just absolute surprise. If I asked Archer to stop, he would. But I didn’t want him to. I arched into light stroking. The touch was gentle and teasing, but I wanted strong and vigorous.

Archer chuckled. “All in good time.”

I didn’t have patience. I refused to calculate just how long it’d been since Leo’d touched me. Even longer since the last time it’d been done without underlying recriminations.

Don’t go there.

That welcome grasp tightened, and I considered rifling through the drawer to find lube, but soon it didn’t matter. Sensations bombarded me from all the sensitive parts of my body. Chest hair scraped across my back. Muscular thighs rubbed against mine. Archer’s other hand stroked my cheek, and I leaned into the touch. Still, the sensations coming from the center of my body took precedence. Heat suffusedme, and my mind kicked into overdrive. Each stroke drove me higher, and try as I might to fight it, the battle was lost.

I didn’t have time to give warning before the orgasm ripped through me. I strained against the release of pleasure that rocketed me into another realm. My blood heated and my cry of release rent the air.

“Wow.” I could barely catch my breath.

“I’ll say.” Archer’s voice was low. Amused.

Rational thought clawed its way to the surface. “You, uh…”

Another chuckle. “I’m just fine.” Another press of his lips to my shoulder.

I wanted to reciprocate, but my mind was muddled.

A whimper sounded outside the door.

“Oh crap.”

Archer eased his hand back and pulled away. He scooted off the bed and headed to the door where he opened it with his left hand.

Lucky thrust past him and launched himself onto the bed.

I oofed as the dog landed on my chest.

“I’m going to clean up, and then I’ll take him out.”

“You don’t have to.” I tried, ineffectually, to ward off the dog’s insistent kisses. “Yes, Lucky, I’m fine.”

Archer chuckled as he left the room.

Within moments, the water ran.

“I’m okay, boy.”

The dog didn’t look convinced.

Archer strode back into the room and snagged his clothes. In less than a minute, he was dressed and looking respectful.

I was a wreck. I tried to scoot back, but Lucky held firm.

When Archer clicked his tongue, the dog’s attention finally wavered.

“You want to go for a walk?”

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