"Remy." Hunter pinched the bridge of his nose. "There is no scenario where I agree to purchase a pack of goats."
"A herd," Garrett said.
"Excuse me?" Hunter hissed.
Garrett looked at him blankly. "It's not a pack of goats. It's a herd."
43
Hazel
Iwas eating the last muffin—yes, I ate the whole plate—when Archer came up the stairs.
"You should stop breaking and entering," I told him.
"You should install a new lock," he teased back. He looked at the plate covered in crumbs and muffin wrappers. "I thought I smelled something good."
"They're all gone," I said guiltily.
"I can't believe you didn't save any for me," he said, reaching out to caress me. His hands slid under my T-shirt dress. "I guess I'll have to eat something else," he murmured in my ear. I moaned as Archer kissed my neck then tipped my head back to kiss my mouth.
His fingers pushed under my panties.
"I want you," I said. I turned around and leaned over the small table I used to hold my paintbrushes. "I have one more muffin left for you to eat."
Archer knelt behind me and pulled down my soaking-wet panties. His tongue traced a stripe down the wet pink slit between my legs. I whimpered as he licked and nipped me. His tongue went up to tease my clit then back to dip in my opening. I tried to buck against him, but his large hands held me steady. He dipped two fingers in me as his tongue made this twisting movement around my clit. He crooked his fingers, and I came with a cry.
"Fuck you're so good at this," I panted as Archer rolled on a condom. He stroked me with his fingers. My legs trembled, and my chest clenched. Archer teased me with his cock.
"You're not the only one who's good with a paintbrush," Archer whispered in my ear. Then he was in me. I cried out and gripped the table. It was pretty rickety, and I didn't think it would hold my weight. One of Archer's large hands gripped my hip. The other reached up to my nipple to pinch it.
I whimpered as he thrust into me. His hand moved down to stroke my clit. I ground against his hand, loving how huge his cock felt inside of me. I was a sweaty, moaning mess and begging him to make me come when I felt my body tighten and release. Archer's fingers dug into my ass as he thrust in me a few more times then came.
"No bed?" I asked after he untangled himself from me.
"I told you, no more of your crappy bed. You should come to my hotel."
"Right now? I have to work," I said. "I can't take a vacation. We have the art retreat tomorrow."
"Skip it," he said, pulling me in for a kiss.
"They're paying customers."And the only reason I haven't been evicted from my building, but Archer doesn't need to know that.
I didn't want to ruin this time with Archer with negative thoughts.You will win the grant, and everything will be okay.
"Besides," I continued, trying to sound light and breezy. "The art retreat is a big part of my individual grant application. The judges are going to come look at my studio, my work, and my students' work."
"You better hide the stained-glass penis, then," Archer joked.
* * *
"I'm feeling pumped and creative!"Ida said at the art retreat the next afternoon.
"And drunk," Archer whispered to me.
He hadn't spent the night. Apparently his twin was working on some big project, and he had to babysit. Now he was sprawled out on the couch, fielding frankly lecherous looks from the old women in the studio.
"Another drink there, hotcakes?" Ida asked.
