Page 32 of Sweet Possession (Criminal Underground 1)

“Don’t wreck,” he ordered, unclipping his seatbelt. “Keep your eyes on the road.”

“Archer, please—” I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Archer had always been the most laid-back of the guys. I never would have called him gentle, but he had always given me room to breathe when the other two wouldn’t. It was only a split second of his breath on my leg before his hand shoved my dress up. He reached my chest and began to undo the buttons at the front of my uniform.

“Get us out of here, Mare,” he whispered as he nuzzled his way between the gaping sides of my now open dress top. “I know you can do it.”

Sucking in a breath, I jammed my foot down on the gas while my heart thudded out a beat against my breast as Archer’s fingers climbed my inner thighs. It only took a few long, teasing moments before I found an exit and cut across two lanes of traffic to take it. The light at the end of the off ramp was thankfully green, so I didn’t need to slow down.

As I sped through the intersection, his mouth found my nipple through my bra and latched on. Groaning, my fingers clenched against the steering wheel. I needed to reach for the emergency brake, needing to drift, but he was covering it. A whimper escaped as his fingers teased against my pussy, pressing the fabric of my panties against my core.

“Archer…” My breath released on a gasp as I reached beneath him. His hand found mine on the emergency brake, and he pressed the button for me. Both of us yanked up at the same time that I snapped the steering wheel to the side. We drifted through the next light, and he dropped the emergency brake as I straightened out the vehicle, going right back to what he was doing as if I wasn’t driving fast enough or crazy enough to get us both killed—especially with his seatbelt still off.

“Spread your legs wider, Mare,” he commanded.

Unable to help myself, I did it; spreading them as wide as they would go with the skirt of my waitress uniform as it stretched tight across my upper thighs. His fingers found purchase beneath my panties, yanking them to the side and pressing into my pussy. Two thick digits shoved their way into me, making me gasp and tighten, clamping down on them as if to keep them there.

Archer groaned deep in his throat. “Fuck … you’re so fucking tight, sweetheart.” He pulled them out and pushed back in, and I swear, for a moment, the pleasure was so hot that it made my vision go black. The next thing I knew I was pulling into the parking lot of an abandoned church and slapping the sports car into park. As soon as I had, my fingers drove into Archer’s hair, yanking his head up to mine. I kissed him hard—roughly—like I was drowning and he was the last bubble of air left.

When we finally pulled apart, he chuckled, nipping my lip and leaving me a wet, sopping mess. “How was that for a date?” he asked with a cocky grin.

My chest rose and fell as I tried and failed to suck in enough oxygen. “You’re driving back,” was all I managed to get out, earning me yet another one of those panty-melting grins. These men were going to be the death of me, but oh what a fucking way to go.

“Then get that sexy ass out of the driver seat and I will,” he countered, “that is if you can get up on those trembling legs.” Narrowing my gaze on him, I struggled to get my breathing and heartbeat under control as I buttoned up my dress.

“Of course I can,” I sassed when he opened the driver side door. Giving him a smirk, I purposely added a little extra sway to my hips as I walked around the car, an idea forming as I moved. He wasn’t the only one who could taunt and tease, and I planned to make him turn to putty in my hands.

Flicking on the radio, Archer channel surfed as he pulled out of the parking lot. Neither of us talked as he drove, his hand holding mine from over the center console. He started to trace little circles on the back of my hand with his thumb, and even the slightest touch kept me aching for more. Unhooking my seatbelt, I started to move.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?” Archer questioned with a single brow raised, his icy eyes veering away from the road to look to me. I didn’t speak, letting the small smile grow at his narrowing gaze. Power coursed through me as his glacier irises started to heat; they distracted me, owned me with a single look, but I held the real control here. At least for the moment I did.

A rumbling groan filled the car, mixing with the music as I cupped his hardened bulge. His grip on my free hand tightened with each stroke. Wanting to make him feel like I did, trembling and aching, I shifted and leaned over the console.

“Fuck, Mare,” he ground out, releasing me as both of his hands lifted to strangle the wheel in a white knuckled grip. I fused my lips to the side of his neck. His skin was hot, his beard rough against my mouth, and with each thud of his heart, a pulse met me.

Working slowly, I unzipped his jeans and reached into his boxers to release his cock from the tight confines. He was hard and ready, a glistening bead of pre-cum appearing at the bulbous head before I smeared it with my thumb and down the length of his silken steel.

The curses that were muttered under his breath only urged me more, closing the distance between him and me, I folded over completely. Swirling my tongue around the tip of his cock, I teased ever so slightly before sinking onto him. I didn’t stop, taking him into my mouth as far as possible. It only took two passes, hollowing out my cheeks with each pull, for Archer’s hand to tangle into my hair, his grip tightening against my scalp.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he whispered roughly, his hips rocking softly to match my pace.

It was moments like this, feeling the cool air of the car brushing over my slick thighs and the possessive grip Archer had in my hair that reminded me how much I had missed being with them. Every moment was pure ecstasy and fire, one spark and we’d all blow in the best way possible.

A pained moan escaped him as I started to hum, pumping my hand along with my mouth. I didn’t know where we were or how far we had until we got to my place, my sole focus on getting payback for Archer’s ‘teaching.’ There was no warning, his cock spurting deeply into my throat with another deep groan, the rumbling sound like music to my ears.

“Holy shit,” he muttered breathlessly under his breath when I sat up. Glancing over at him with a smirk, I swallowed and wiped my lip with a flirty wink. “Naughty, Mare.”

“I don’t hear you complaining”—leaning over, my lips brushed the curve of his ear—“you’re not the only one who can taunt and tease, Archer. Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it?”

“Such a brat,” he countered, kissing me fiercely despite the fact that he was still driving. “Now, sit that ass down and buckle your damn seatbelt.”

Chuckling, I did as he said, my lips lifting in a near permanent smile.

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The restof the drive was spent in a tender truce, both of us listening to the radio and content to bask in our lusty haze. By the time Archer pulled up to my apartment, I was ready to crawl into bed and pass out but he apparently had different ideas, hooking a few fingers in the crook of my arm before I could even get my seatbelt off.

“Mare,” he murmured, his tone was low and soft but I didn’t miss the hint of steel in his voice. The way he said my name put me on edge, but I kept my face blank; I wanted him to continue. “What do you know about your father?”

My heart stopped for a moment, all the need pulsing through me evaporating instantly. It was a valid question, and honestly, I was surprised it had taken so long for them to ask me, but fucking shit, I didn’t want the last thing I talked about with Archer to be about my cruel father.

“They definitely gave me a run down when I entered Witness Protection,” I muttered, picking at the edge of my uniform dress. “What they’ve investigated him for, all the people he’d hurt, killed, trafficked, and enslaved. So before you try to lecture me, yes, I know how dangerous he is.”

“I wasn’t going to do that, sweetheart; it’s just been such a long time and a lot has changed since then. Not only do I want to make sure you’re safe, but I want to get to know you. You know … who you are now after all these years.” It was hard to be upset when he used that soft, caring voice and had the most adorable puppy dog eyes going.

Sighing, I gave him a soft smile and squeezed his hand. “I know he’s someone to be very afraid of, and I know if he finds me it’ll be exactly like you explained. Life or death,” I whispered somberly, my smile was sad as I leaned over and pecked his cheek. “Thank you for the date, Archer.” With that, I slipped from the car and headed towards my rental.

Now, all I can hope is that my father won’t find me and ruin my carefully constructed life.

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