Page 55 of Sinful Promise
“About life.” Another kiss. A gentle bite. “You don’t have to worry about Micah, ever. You never met loyal till you met him.”
“I’ve met Tim,” I reply softly. And because I’m a sucker, I angle my head and expose more of my neck. “He’s pretty loyal.”
“No one does it like Micah, okay? So even if he thinks I’m the vigilante, he won’t say shit. Hell, if he figuresyouto be the vigilante, he still won’t say shit, because you’re mine. He came across the fucking country to a doctor he knows doesn’t even want him, because you’re family.”
“Archer—”
“Though in the interest of not having loose ends, I suggest we don’t volunteer more information than necessary.”
I draw a deep breath and think over my options. Not that I have a hell of a lot of them. Then I exhale and swallow the nerves sitting heavy in my throat. “Okay. Not saying anything.”
“Good.” Arrogant, he drops a hand between my legs and brushes his knuckles along my clit until I startle. But I can’t focus. I can’t fuck my husband while two other Malones are in the next room.
“What are we gonna do about Cato?”
His hand freezes with his finger nestled between my slit, though on the outside of my pants. With that one question, what was a hard cock pressed to my thigh turns soft. “Excuse me?”
“Cato!” I push up off Archer’s lap and sit on the edge of the bed. “He’s seventeen.”
“Er… yep.” He digs his hand into his jeans and rearranges his junk. “I’d rather not discuss him right now.”
“He’s a child with mommy issues, Archer!” I slap his hand away yet again when, done with his cock, he reaches out for me. “He’s in a strange city for less than a day, and already, he has lipstick on his collar.”
“So?” He pushes up to stand, but when I expect him to turn away, he meanders forward, bending at the hips, and feasts on my neck. “He’s allowed to tour the city.”
“He’s a child!” I feel like I’m the only person in this building who will acknowledge the issue of his legality. “He’s not old enough to drink, Archer. Or vote. Or gamble. He hasn’t graduated high school yet. Does he even have a license to drive?”
“Seventeen for us…” he shakes his head. “It’s not the same as seventeen for the rest of the w—”
“Oh, for christ’s sake! Seventeen is seventeen. It’s universal, and not to be changed just because he’s a Malone. That boy is a child. He’s still in school. He still lives at home. He should not be wandering Copeland City and fucking random women he doesn’t know!”
“I was sixteen.” He pushes me back, and nibbles on my neck when I fall flat against the mattress. “Wandering Copeland City and fucking random women.”
“Awesome.” I roll my eyes and try with all my might not to fall victim to his seductive mouth. “I love hearing about your conquests. Tell me more?”
He snickers, and the vibration rolls along my neck, down into my core. “I’m a changed man, babe. I’m on the straight and narrow now that I’m a married man. But once upon a time—”
“You were a filthy slut?” I offer. “Not picky about who you shared your body with? Riddled with STDs?”
He snickers and bites. Laughs and laves. “No to the STDs. But when you’re sixteen, and a twenty-five-year-old babe wants to suck your dick…” He glides his hand along my hip and stops at my thigh. “We’re only mortal.”
“You’re a pig.” But damn him, because his hands tease magic in my blood. “You owed the sixteen-year-old you a safer space and better behavior.”
“I wasn’t upset with my actions.” Sliding along my body, nipping his way over the peaks of my nipples, then down to unbutton my blouse, he buries his face against my core and breathes hot air so I feel it through my panties and trousers. “But I’m pleased with where I am now.” He peeks up so I see his eyes, burning with intensity. “I like who I’m with. In fact,” he bites my clit through the fabric separating us. “Ilovewho I’m with.”
“But Cato is—”
“Not welcome in this conversation.” With skilled fingers, he unsnaps the button of my pants and tugs the fabric along my legs.
Every time I try to deny him access, I’m lying to myself. Every time I try to steer us back to a discussion, I steal from us both when we’re painfully aware of the pleasure we so desperately crave.
“Archer…”
“Later.”
He pushes my panties aside and reveals all of me. Then lifting my legs and setting my feet on his shoulders, he buries his tongue inside my pussy and reaches up to cup my mouth so I can’t cry out.
“Fuck,” he groans against my clit. “You’re my favorite flavor on the whole planet, Minka.”
