Page 94 of The Archer Brothers

I laugh and pick up a few more letters. “I think your dad would still kill me if he ever found out. You should probably hide that letter a little better.” I read a few more, each one bringing back a different memory until I can’t take it anymore. Sitting next to her and reading about the things I want to do to her is causing a serious problem for me.

“I’m going to go,” I tell her as I attempt to stand, but she grabs my hand, holding me in place.

“Don’t go.”

I shake my head. “Ryley,” I say sighing, “it’s been a long time since I’ve been with you and reading these letters, and remembering that night… I just… Ireallyneed to go.” I’m having an internal battle with myself and it’s taking everything in me to stop from just putting my heart on the line and telling her how I feel, how I can’t take the wait anymore. But if I let my walls down now, will I push her away too soon? As much as I want to stay, as much as I want to be with her, I know I can’t push her so it’s best for me to leave before I do something I’ll end up regretting.

“Can you do me a favor?” she asks quietly, her hand still holding on to my arm.

I want to roll my eyes because she knows that I’ll do anything for her, all she has to do is ask. “Anything, babe.”

“Choose me.”

“Wh… What?” I say, my voice cracking.

Ryley gets up on her knees and places her hands, cast and all, on my cheeks. “Choose me. Choose EJ. Choose the life we were supposed to have. Choose to live in our house and raise our son together.”

“Wait... I don’t understand. I thought that you and N–”

Her lips cut off my sentence. All it takes is the gentle brush of her lips across mine, and I’m a mess. I chase her lips, making the kiss more forceful as I work to make my mark on her mouth. I pull her down on me so that she’s straddling my lap and push my erection into her flimsy shorts. I hiss as she grinds against me, and the ache in my balls grows increasingly painful. I push her off slightly, and am rewarded with the look of pure need as her eyes travel from mine, to my lips, to the rock hard bulge straining against my shorts, and back again. I’ve seen this look before, it’s the same one she gave me that night in her room, the same one she’s given me each time I’ve returned from deployment or a team mission. But right now, I’m really trying not to rush into anything. Not now. Not our first time in six years.

“Ryley, please,” I plead with her. We’ve had some pretty heavy make-out sessions and one epic dry humping performance, but I’m on the edge about to explode. “I’m not gonna lie, babe, you’re so fucking sexy.” I grip her hips, digging my fingers into her flesh.

She smiles shyly, biting her lip as she pulls her tank top over her head, giving an absolutely clear sign of what she wants.

“Fucking hell, Ry. You’re making this really hard.” My words are caught in my throat as she presses down on my erection. The eighteen year old in me returns, remembering the first time we made love. The roles are reversed now with me being unsure. It’s been so long, I’m afraid of making a mistake, but if I don’t touch her soon I’m going to die. Without taking my eyes off her until I have no choice I kiss along her collarbone until I reach the valley of her breasts.

Ryley leans back slightly, giving me the space I need. My fingers trail over her skin, watching it pebble. Cupping her glorious breasts in my hands, she rocks against me. I lean forward and let my tongue taste her first before pulling her puckered nipple into my mouth. Once I get a taste, it’s not enough.

Somehow I manage to pick her up and place her on the bed. She pulls me down to her, kissing me deeply as her legs wrap around my waist. I may know how to make her body respond to me, but it’s been years and I think it’s time to refresh my memory.

Pulling away, I lean back on knees and stare down at the woman I love. I rub my hand over my erection to ease some of the ache, but her eyes follow my hand and when she sees what I’m doing she licks her lips. I groan at the thought of what she’s offering me.

“Ryley Clarke, I have to know. Do you love me?”

“Yes,” her voice is sweet, yet husky.

“Do you want to be with me?”

“Yes.”

“Only me, now and forever?”

She nods and reaches for me. “Evan Archer, I want you to make love to me.”

I pull her hand into mine and realize for the first time that she’s not wearing a ring. Her finger is bare and that, to me, means everything. Standing up, I pull my shirt over my head and toss it onto the floor. I flick the buttons on my shorts and pull down the zipper, letting them drop to the floor next. Her nimble fingers tug at my boxers, yanking them down until I’m free of the fabric confines. When she licks her lips, I’m done for.

Pushing her back on the bed, I pull down her stupid little shorts only to find she’s naked underneath. “Ry,” my voice breaks as she pulls me to her. Flesh on flesh, the warmth of our skin is our only cover. I kiss her deeply as she wraps her legs around me. Our hands intertwine as our hearts beat loudly over the music.

I groan when I feel her wetness coat me and hate myself for what I’m about to say to her. “Never in my life will this happen again, but it’s going to take me seconds before I blow. I promise you, I’ll make it up to you all night long.”

If I didn’t love her so much I’d be angry with her for laughing at me, but I’m not. I close my eyes and enter her and just like that night on her bedroom floor years ago, her back arches and her nails dig into my skin. I don’t kiss her because I need to hear her whimper, I need to hear the intake of breath that she takes from the pressure between her legs.

Before I can open my eyes, I’m done and embarrassed as hell. After six years of no sex, and two months of blue balls, I’m the master of a quickie. I roll over and cover my face, trying to laugh it off but to no avail.

Ryley tries to sit up, but I’m on the side where her casted arm is. I move to help her, but only proceed in helping her straddle me again. “I heard guys can last longer if the woman is on top,” she says as she starts rocking back and forth. That’s all it takes for me to be at attention again, that and her glorious breasts bouncing around.

Bringing my knees up to give her some support, I slip into her and use my hands to guide her hips. As much as I love having her on top, I want to feel her body against mine. I want to hold her, kiss her and see her face when I make her feel like a woman again, like the one I fell in love with so many years ago. I want her to see my face when I let go because right now I feel like a new man...

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