Page 29 of Wild Flower

“This is, uh—”

Archer’s hand slips under my dress and between my thighs to where my legs are pressed together.

Open.

He doesn’t say that, but the memory of him asking echoes through my skin. He doesn’t have to say it because I’m already obeying.

“Archer is—”

Teasing the skin at the edge of my panties.

Dancing his fingers over the satin fabric.

Making my pussy ache while I’m on a date with another man—the man my mother set me up with!

“—he’s Finn’s boyfriend,” I manage.

“Oh,” Carl lets out a breath, gasping for air like he’s been holding it the entire time. “You guys are gay.”

Archer’s fingers press indecently against my undergarments as if he’s trying to finger me with them on.

“She means,” Archer says darkly, “that we fuck together, though not necessarily each other.”

Carl’s face scrunches up, trying to unpack that.

“How long have you known Becca?” Finn asks, not giving Carl time to parse Archer’s statement.

“We, uh, just met. Her mom set us up tonight,” Carl admits.

“Flambé on a blind date? That’s bold.”

Archer’s finger strokes, and I bloom like a flower opening to the rain.

“We didn’t start the evening here,” Carl corrects, finally picking up his martini and taking a sip—the flame long since extinguished.

“But you’re ending your evening here,” Finn notes, his tone incriminating.

“It was, uh—Becca’s …” Carl stumbles over his words, and Archer leans in to nuzzle his face close to my ear as Carl continues to blabber to Finn.

“Tell me what you want, Wild Flower,” Archer whispers discreetly. “Do you want to be fingered in front of him, or do you want me to make him leave?”

“It was, uh, Becca’s idea.” Carl reveals. “She wanted to have some fun.”

“Fun?” Finn’s golden eyes snap to me. Carl’s do too.

Archer leans over me way too intimately, which is immediately apparent from Carl’s glower. I know I should be embarrassed and this should feel wrong. But I’m on fire, and the immediate lust that clouds me when I’m around these men is intoxicating.

“Both,” I whisper to Archer, looking into his sapphire eyes as I answer his question.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Archer growls, lifting my chin and taking my mouth. His lips are as wicked as his hand, his fingers pushing my panties aside and dancing through my slickness. His mouth muffles my gasp, but the shiver that wracks through my body is obvious.

“What the fuck, Becca?” Carl snaps, but I ignore him and let Archer’s tongue claim me.

I kiss him back, savoring his aggressive assault, whimpering and opening my legs as I beg for it all.

“Are you serious?” Carl growls. “What is this?”

Archer unlatches from me, pulling his fingers from my hungry cunt and leaving me flushed. “This is your cue to leave,” Archer says darkly, turning to address Carl straight on. “Or you can ask the lady if she wants you involved.”

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