It’s euphoria!
I lean back into him, allowing his cock into my ass further as he growls low in my ear and fills me up.
“Fuck,” he pants hard and hot against my shoulder, kissing me over and over again, “you’re so tight. I don’t even know how I’m going to get out of here. Can you feel how tight your ass has me locked in?”
I drag in a deep breath, releasing it slowly, trying to unclench my bottom, but it doesn’t work.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know how to let go.”
He holds me tighter and kisses the back of my neck as my asshole spasms around his thick cock. “You don’t have to let go. I’m right where I want to be.”
It’s then that I see my ex staring at us through the patio doors! What the fuck is happening?
Chapter Twelve
Archer
Is it the spider’s fault if a fly gets caught in his web? Sure, the spider built the web, but the fly still had to come into its airspace.
I stare at Marin’s ex. He’s exactly what I expected, a boy pretending to be a man. A boy dressed in a suit and tie. A slave to some corporate culture. A mindless working machine that I’m sure knows nothing useful about the land or the world.
I’m guessing that’s what makes him feel the need to take aggression out on women.My woman.
Maybe his suit is on too tight. That, or he has some deep-seated mommy issues. Either way, the spider is about to murder the fucking fly.
I grab my gun by the front door and glance back at my girl who’s standing in shock by the doorway. “Go back to the bedroom and lock the door. Under no circumstances do you call the cops.” I kiss the top of her head. “I promise every time we have sex won’t be so dramatic, unless you’re into that, then… I can make it happen.”
She tugs on my T-shirt, allowing the fabric to swallow her up as I put on my boxers.
“I’m not letting you go out there alone. I know you. You’ll end up in jail.”
“Dumb fucks end up in jail. I’m not a dumb fuck.”
She shakes her head and pulls open the patio doors like the defiant, little brat I love her for being. “This part isn’t a game, Archer. These aremyissues. I need to handle them.”
While I appreciate the sentiment, there’s no fucking way I’m letting her handle this alone. Hell, I invited the prick here to stop the chase and finish him off once and for all, not for a fucking therapy session.
“What the fuck are you doing, Marin?” the asshole squeaks. “You’re,” he glances toward me then back at Marin as though he’s embarrassed by what he’s seen, “fucking this guy?We were together for a year, and you wouldn’t touchme.”
She shrugs. “You didn’t make me want to fuck you. Archer does.”
I like the sound of that.
“Archer?” the asshole repeats. “What kind of fucking name is Archer? Is he a fucking Disney villain?”
“Depends,” I say, cocking my gun. “Do Disney Villains shoot before or after the crying?”
“You can relax,” the suit and tie says with a laugh. “I didn’t come for her. She’s a waste of fucking space. I came for the thumb drive she stole from me.”
“I don’t have your stupid thumb drive.” Marin shakes her head, and though she’s trying hard, I think everyone can still tell she’s lying. It’s the way her voice lifts slightly as she talks.
“You have the fucking thing. I know you do. Give it to me.” He steps forward, which is the last mistake he’ll make.
I cock the gun, aiming it straight between his eyes.
“All I want is the thumb drive.”
“If she says she doesn’t have it, she doesn’t fuckin’ have it.”
