Archer
Eve stirred on my chest. I propped my head up with one arm, tracing the path of her wild chestnut hair with the other. Chill bit my skin where our mingled sweat dried, but I was in no hurry to make my girl move.
My girl.
Fucking finally.
She gave a soft, satisfied sigh, and snuggled deeper into my chest. The corner of her pink, swollen lips turned up.
I struggled with the concept of not flipping her over and fucking her again for far too long a moment, and finally settled on distraction instead.
“You know I didn’t have this in mind when I came up here,” I murmured, winding her hair around my finger.
“Wasn’t it?” Eve raised her head to prop her chin on her hand, looking at me through dark, curved lashes that only highlighted the gold flecks in her eyes. “You had a purpose other than a debaucherous afternoon together?” Her lips curled up, her tongue darting out to flick across her lower lip.
I hardened beneath her, one hand pressed between her shoulder blades. I shifted, but all it achieved was to raise my arousal.
“Yes,” I said, my voice straining. I cleared it, and tried again. “Can you reach my jeans? There’s something in there for you.”
Eve shot me a quizzical glance and reached out half-heartedly with one arm, wiggling her fingers in the air. She gave up with a groan, slumping onto my chest with no small show of theatrics. “Do I have to?”
I watched her with amusement. “Yes.”
“Fine,” she grumbled, wiggling further around on her belly, her head hanging off the edge of the bed, her rump curved over my hips.
I gritted my teeth. Maybe this hadn’t been the best idea. Resisting the urge to smack her ass, I leaned back, and tried to count the deer in the front field.
“This?” Eve sat up, straddling me, her present in hand. A haphazard mass of bed-head curled tumbled over her as she sat up, completely naked and utterly comfortable.
I had never loved her more.
“Mmhmm.” I drew her to me, winding my hands through her mussed hair as I kissed her until I got one of those tiny noises from her that she made when she was horny.
I released her, watching her flesh creep across the tops of her breasts as she tried to regain her composure. Her gaze flicked up to me and narrowed.
Tossing a confident smile my way, Eve straightened her shoulders, shaking her hair back from her shoulders to give me the perfect view.
So perfect, I almost groaned at the sight of her. She gave a little hip wiggle to cement her paint and waved the thin, wrapped present I had brought upstairs with me.
“What’s this?”
I gripped her hips, stealing her wiggling so I could speak. “Your present, honey. I...you seemed distracted. I didn’t want to wait. Plus, I kinda hoped we might use it together.”
Eve’s eyebrows rose. “You bought me a dildo?”
“What?” I barked a laugh. “Hell, honey. I mean I’ll try toys if that’s what you want, you filthy little kitten.” I pressed her down onto my rock hard cock, sliding her back and forth over my length, more than ready to go again. “Christ, girl. Open the damn present.” I released her, inhaling long breaths to slow my heart rate. She wasn’t the only one who had been teased then.
Eve gave me a wicked grin, gave another hip wiggle and tugged the tape free from the paper. The red wrapping fell away to reveal a slightly tattered book of pamphlet size, its corners worn from tiny thumbs rolling them. I rubbed my fingers together subconsciously, the memory of my childhood overwhelming me.
Her smile faltered as she turned the booklet over, tracing the creased lines where the cover had folded over the years. She flicked through the hand-written pages, silent.
I swallowed hard. “It was my great-grandmother’s recipe journal. It’s been handed down the family line for years. Most of my family are incredible cooks, and not just the women. Da’s brisket is a life changing event. The gene skipped me.” My grin skewed a bit; Eve cooked the most amazing food I’d ever had, even over my grandmother’s. My lack of talent in that area was limited to a high appreciation of excellent grub. “I didn’t know what to get the girl who has everything.”
“Everything?” Eve raised her head, tears sparkling in her eyes, tiny snow drops clinging to her lashes.
I brushed my thumbs across them, drawing her into my arms. “The ranch, the mountain. Your family,” I nodded to the yard outside where a few ranch hands milled about. “Freedom.”
“And you’re giving me this?” She searched my face with those dark chocolate eyes, clouded with…
