There’s a reckoning coming, but she’s not going to ruin Vi’s night. No, she’d never do that. Vi’s night is safe.
I, however, can’t say the same for me.
Chapter 64
Elle
Iam fury and embarrassment personified.
“Excuse me.” I say before getting up. I make my way to the ladies room. Stepping inside I feel Archer’s presence before I see it.
I twist my body to look at him, my hurt and betrayal lacing my words. “You are lucky I am not a monster, Archer. I won’t ruin Vi’s night. But don’t think for one second you are forgiven. You are on borrowed time.”
“I know. I know that. I am sorry, Elle. It was stupid, controlling, and disrespectful. I saw that picture, and I just—” His voice is low and desperate for me to understand.
“You just what! Archer! You just what?! I thought we were past this, I was transparent with you about everything this weekend would entail. I told you about Giddy-Up Gentlemen!” I hiss.
Anger. Frustration. Betrayal. Embarrassment. Ugly vicious emotions battering my bruised heart and ego.
“Did you?!” Archer snaps. “You said it was essentially Magic Mike. This isa strip club, Elle!” He’s seething, his chest rising and falling. “You knew it was a boundary for me, and you chose to call it something else so you could go anyway!” His accusation, while deflecting from his own colossal mistake, hits the one honest kernel about my omission. “Do you know how bad it looks for my girlfriend to be at a strip club without me!”
A shocked laugh escapes me. That’s what he’s worried about? What it looks like?!
“I told you we were going here, I was up front about everything and yet you still chose to barge in here, and treat me like I was your property!” I seethe.
“Our one rule is honesty, Elle! Our one rule!”
The air crackles between us. I stare at him, then I let out a single, harsh laugh that holds no humor. “You want to talk about specifics and rules? Fine.”
I step closer, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, laced with the cocktail and malice. “You know the hat rule, Archer. You wear the hat; you ride the cowboy.” I snatch and grab his tie-less collar, pulling his face down to mine. “And you are the only cowboy I am interested in riding tonight.”
His eyes flash; the anger drowned by immediate, desperate arousal. He doesn’t argue. The fight is over, replaced by a desperate need for physical connection.
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Elle
Archer complies immediately. My arms are practically yanked out of the sleeves of my dress as Archer frees my breasts and the other half is shoved above my ass. He yanks my thong down, ripping the fabric. The sound of lace tearing ignites a feral heat within me.
“Archer—” I don’t get to finish the thought.
He pushes me against the wall, his mouth claiming mine. All teeth and tongue, there is nothing gentle about this kiss. This kiss is from a man desperate to claim what is his.
His fingers wrap in my hair and force my head where he wants it. The delicious pull sends a flood of warmth to my core. I hook my fingers into the expensive fabric of his shirt, yanking it hard enough to pop some of the buttons.
He leaves my mouth and assaults my neck. Leaving a trail of wet hot kisses from my neck to the valley of my breasts. He takes my left nipple into his mouth and suckles hungrily as he works right between his fingers. His eyes stay trained on me as he continues down my body, licking and biting at my flesh until he settles between my thighs.
He hooks my leg up and around his shoulder nipping at the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and leaves a dark bruise on my right side as he nears my core. I slide my hand through his thick hair, drawing him closer to where I need him. I bite my lip so hard I’m afraid I draw blood to keep quiet as Archer tongue slides into me, lapping up my arousal.
His tongue alternates between my clit and my slit. My head falls back against the cold tile. I force myself to stay quiet.
It’s almost impossible. My knees shake as he slides in two fingers curling just right, that I begin to see stars. He pumps his fingers in and out of me as his mouth assaults my clit. I’m quickly approaching my orgasm my back arches off the tiled wall, I’m so close I—
Without warning he stops. A pout forms at my lips as he untangles himself from me. He moves to stand. I watch as he unbuckles his belt and releases himself from his boxers. I watch, desperate for the release he promised. He strokes himself, once, twice, three times, before he buries himself inside me.
He enters me with ease. Our bodies are used to the feeling of one another grinding, working in tandem to reach gratification. His thrusts are forceful, almost desperate. I hold him close, keeping him from pulling completely out.
I pull on his hair, bringing his lips to meet mine in a passionate kiss, mostly tongues and teeth. But it pushes me over the edge nonetheless. My walls clench around his cock. He gives me a faint warning, to which Iencourage his orgasm. His hips rut into mine, desperately chasing the orgasm he’s been craving.
