Archer wrapped his arms around his twin, leaving streaks of tomato juice on Mace's face. "My poor naïve, inexperienced twin."
"I can buy some edible underwear for you, if you want," Josie said to Mace. "But it tastes like sweet plastic."
* * *
After finishingthe sandwiches along with a salad and roasted vegetables, we set everything on a long table buffet style on the outdoor terrace. The kids had little picnic blankets set up on the lawn and terrace. The adults sat at tables and in lounge chairs on the stone terrace overlooking the expansive backyard.
"There's a prosciutto and buffalo mozzarella arugula sandwich with pesto aioli," Archer said to Hunter. "Your favorite."
"Really?" I asked. "That's Meg's favorite."
Hunter grimaced.
"So you've gotten the full Svensson treatment now, Hazel," Mace said, wiping his hands.
"I sure did."
Archer almost choked on a piece of roasted asparagus. Mace thwacked him on the back. "You need to chew your food."
Josie laughed. Mace looked confused.
"You're so slow on the uptake," Josie said affectionately.
"What? Oh.Oh… I didn't mean it like that. I meant…" He gestured to two small blond-headed Svenssons squabbling on the steps.
"I love how close you guys are," I said to Archer.
Archer wavered his hand. "Some of us are closer than others. There're close to a hundred of us scattered around the Eastern seaboard. Then there are the black sheep."
"Still, it's good that you prioritize family."
We spent the afternoon out on the terrace. The Svenssons already had the perfect outdoor retreat. My building had a side yard that, in my dreams, had cute outdoor seating with lights and café tables and planters. Of course that was looking less and less like a reality.
"It's nice to have another girl around," Josie said from the lounge chair next to mine. She had lent me a bathing suit. It was a little snug, but the way Archer looked at me in it was all that I needed. For once I wasn't tongue-tied. Probably because I was very drunk.
I had made pitchers of mixed drinks, and periodically Archer or Mace would come by and fill up our glasses.
"This is the perfect spot for a big barbecue," I told Josie.
"When we win the Art Zurich Expo," she said, "we're going to throw a massive party."
"If we win, you mean."
"I think we will. You and Archer are a dream team."
* * *
Archer was definitely dreamy.I didn't want to leave him that evening. He pushed me against the wall in the expansive entryway, kissing me in the dark.
"I told you," Archer said in my ear. "I'm not fucking you in that closet anymore. So I can fuck you here or in my hotel."
"I can't go to your hotel," I whispered to him. "It's late at night. People would know we're there for one thing."
"Here it is, then," he whispered back.
I followed him up to his bedroom. Archer pressed me against the fancy wallpaper. I moaned, wrapping my legs around him. He unzipped his pants, and the hard length of him throbbed against my wet panties. I ground my hips against him as he carried me over to the bed, his large hands caressing my ass as he easily laid me down. He pulled off his shirt and pants. He was hard through the boxer briefs.
"I want you to fuck me with that thick cock," I whispered against his mouth as he crushed it against mine and pushed up my skirt, his fingers stroking me, teasing my pussy.
