Page 42 of Cannon
I never would’ve agreed with Archer before Elliot came along. In fact, I probably would’ve been fighting to get to her first, exactly like those idiots. But lately, I'm finding the thought of the four of us together surprisingly… appealing. And definitely arousing.
If that episode in the kitchen with the four of us is any indication, it could be fuckin’ insane. My brain whirs, remembering what it’d been like for all three of us to touch her, kiss her, and get her off. The way we’d all moved together as one, our connection had strengthened in those moments—not just in a physical way, but emotionally, too. All of us.
I glance at Archer and Elliot again, then Cannon on my other side, remembering how they’d looked the morning after Elliot’s concussion, all of them curled up in the bed together.
Something unlocks inside me. What did I miss out on by not crawling into bed with them that morning?
More memories assault me from all sides—the spanking, the pool…Oh, fuckin’ hell.I stop and force out a harsh breath, still in a daze. At some more hysterical laughter from the crowd, I blink rapidly and give myself a shake. My thoughts twist and turn, and I have to disguise my obvious hard-on by putting my hands in my pants pockets. This is no place to sort through the rush of new thoughts and feelings stirring within me.
After several more girls show off their wares—some literally—and are claimed, we start seeing some of the action as the evening begins its descent into chaos. One blonde, Kayla, pulls down the top of her two-piece formal dress and shows off her tits. Bids for her go sky high. Immediately after, a brunette in glasses named Liz turns around and bares her ass with similar results.
We watch as Alec gets into a bidding war with Joel, but they’re both outbid by Stuart in the end. He wins this girl, Tina, who promised extreme flexibility. In no time flat, Stuart has her pinned against the wall, her dress up around her hips. His bare, pale-skinned ass is on full display as he rails her. I swear his butt would glow if you put him outside in the dark.
Things get crazier and crazier as we get to the last few girls. One of the Bainbridge juniors bids high on Debbie, and no sooner does he win than he pulls her from the stage, takes her over his shoulder and walks off with her, fondling her ass with his hand up her dress the entire way.
“Do you need another, Peaches?” Archer puts his arm around Elliot, motioning to her almost empty glass.
Elliot nods, throwing back the rest of her drink. “Yeah. I think I’d better if I’m going to make it through this havoc without having to bleach my eyeballs.” Those same eyes she’s referring to are wide as she surveys the room of brothers going wild. With a huffed breath, she groans out, “You know what? I’m going to use the restroom, if that’s okay? Take a little break from this. Touch up my lipstick.”
Beside me, Archer nods. “I’ll take you, then we can stop for another drink on the way back.”
Elliot shakes her head, watching yet another sorority girl’s antics on stage. “No, that’s okay. I wouldn’t want you to miss any of this.” She waves her hand in the general direction of the chaos with a roll of her eyes.
Archer frowns, turning Elliot to face him, touching her check with his fingertips for a moment. “I won’t be missing out on a damn thing. Let’s go.” He cocks his head to the side, waiting for her to figure it out. Yeah. Archer… well, he likes to watch this shit go down because he’s a hedonistic voyeur at heart—especially when it comes to the kinky shit. But if she thinks he’d rather let her walk off alone in the midst of all this mayhem, she’s crazy. I see the way he watches her, the heat in his eyes. The way he touches her, careful but commanding. I follow their retreating figures with my eyes, and as he loosely collars the back of her neck and leans in to whisper something to her, it slams into me full force. Archer needs Elliot, too.
Cannon wets his lower lip, then slides a sideways glance at me. His brow furrows as he makes a point of looking around and then back at Elliot. He grits his teeth, fumbling for his phone in his pocket. Concerned by his rapid, jerking movements, I lay my hand on his bicep. Squeeze. He lifts his gaze to meet mine, taking a deep, steadying breath. And then another while his thumbs move in rapid fire over the keys.
Just like I thought before we walked in the door to this madhouse—being here tonight was nothing any of us needed on our plates. Most especially Cannon. He usually has his shit together, but lately everything that’s come to pass, I can tell it’s totally messing with his head, and not simply from an emotional standpoint either. Physically. Trying to shake off the worry, I bend to read his texts.
Think she’s okay?
Or is she freaking out?
“Maybe she’s fuckin’ sick of watching this. We didn’t know what we were walking into, but we never do.” I work my jaw back and forth, feeling like an asshole for not warning her what we might encounter tonight. I reach up and slide my thumb over my lip, eyeing the girl currently up on the stage. “I think they’re close to done, anyway.”
Several more minutes pass as we watch these silly girls giggle and smile for the obnoxious crowd. My anxiety climbs as the minutes tick by with no sign of Elliot and Archer returning. It’s been way longer than a pee break should be. My heart thuds madly in my chest. I frown, glancing at the riot happening near the stage as bids go sky high for the second-to-last girl, dudes realizing that this is all but their last chance to score tonight. “Last girl coming up,” I murmur.
Cannon nods, scanning the stage area, and holds up one finger.
I turn, scanning the room, and in particular the door they exited through.What could be taking Archer and Elliot so long?Fuck, maybe they chose to otherwise occupy themselves. Archer could have seen the trip to the bathroom for what it was—an extra few moments alone with her.
But as time continues to pass, I see the same worry in Cannon’s tense expression and in the rigid way he holds his body.
Where the fuck are they?
TWENTY
ELLIOT
Archerand I walk around aimlessly for several minutes, taking the scenic route to the bathroom. I don’t know if he picked up on my need to have a moment to breathe outside of that awful auction, but he didn’t complain when I suggested a short stroll around the main floor of the house.
Finally, we stop outside a small bathroom, not far from where the auction is taking place. “Here you go. I can wait here for you.” He removes his warm hand from my neck, sliding it down my back before he rests both on his hips. I turn, staring up at him, and slide a couple fingers behind each of his suspenders, pulling him close.
I never in a million years would have imagined suspenders equate to sexy. But shit, on Archer, they just are. They’re part of his persona, and I can’t get enough.
I have so many questions about this brilliant, steady, funny guy. But right now, I’m overwhelmed by the softly musky scent of his cologne and how he’s leaning in, his gray eyes locked on my lips. My back meets the wall behind me, and he plants one forearm against the wall beside my head. He skims his fingertips over my jaw.
“Whaddaya think, Peaches? Can I kiss you?”
