Pure Gold

“I’ve got her,” Archer answers for me. “Come on, sweet girl. Give me your eyes.” Slowly I lift my head. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I should have handled him sooner.”

“Is he…” I trail off, a mix of emotions running through me. There had been so much blood.

“Don’t know,” he responds.

“Who shot him?” His big hands come up to cup my face.

“I did.” Tears spill down my cheeks. I had a feeling.

“I’m sorry,” I get out. My heart aches that he had to do that for me. “I shouldn’t have run.”

“I’m not sorry for shooting him, but I am sorry for not telling you sooner about what the hell was going on.” He drops his forehead down onto mine.

“You were using me.” Even as I say the words, they feel wrong. I can’t believe that any of the time we spent together was fake.

“Never.” He pulls me forward, his mouth coming down onto mine in a hard, possessive kiss.

More tears fall, but I kiss him back. Even though my first instinct had been to run, somewhere deep inside, I knew that Archer wasn’t using me. That there had to be a reason he was keeping things from me. He should have told me what was going on, but I have no doubt he had my best interest at heart.

“Ahem.” The sound of someone clearing their throat has us breaking from the kiss. We both turn to see Ollie standing there with her hands on her hips. “I would ask if you’re okay, but obviously you’re fine. Are they forgiven or am I still mad at Jason?” She glances toward her husband, narrowing her eyes on him. God I love her.

“Yes, she forgives me,” Archer answers for me. I watch over Archer’s shoulder as the EMTs take William out on a stretcher.

“Are they going to take you to jail?” I swipe at my cheeks. He shot someone.

“No, but we’re going to have to talk to the police,” Archer says. “I promise you everything I did was for you. You’re all that matters.” I shake my head no. His expression turns to one of worry. “I love you, sweet girl. You can be mad all you want, but we’re not over.”

“I know, you big brute.” I smile up at him. “You matter too.”

“Thank fuck.” He kisses me again.

“You know, this is really awkward. I mean, Vee is a married woman, and Archer is kissing her,” Ollie teases. Archer growls, lifting his mouth from mine.

“I should have—” I yank him back down, kissing him again before he can talk about wanting to kill the man he just shot in front of the police officers that are lingering near ready to take our statements.

“Archer,” someone calls, making him lift his mouth from mine again. An older man that looks a hell of a lot like him comes striding toward us. He’s in a fancy suit.

“Dad,” he responds, pulling me off the counter he set me on and tucking me under his arm. “I want to make this fast. Can you help me with that?”

“Asking for another favor?” The man’s eyes bounce between Archer and me.

“Yeah,” Archer grunts. This man really is willing to do anything to keep me safe and happy. Even if it means having to deal with his father. I wrap my arm around Archer, resting my head on him.

This might all be a mess, and I have a feeling I don’t know the half of it, but what I do know is Archer loves me. To me, that’s all that really matters.

17

Archer

“Fuck!” I grunt, trying to control my release.

I remove my hold on her hips, my fingers going to her clit. I need her to come. I’m not going off without her, but fuck me, I swear she’s trying to make that happen. This shit is a damn challenge to her. She loves that she gets me so worked up.

I don’t know why I fight it. I have no control when it comes to my Savannah. Fuck it. If I come before her, I’ll toss her down on the bed and eat her until she comes a handful of times for me.

She’s turned into some damn sex kitten that is trying to fuck me to death. Not that I’m complaining. I have a challenge of my own in mind. One with her ending up pregnant, and the more often I’m inside of her, the chances of that happening increase.

I love that she’s getting more comfortable with me. She’s bouncing up and down on my cock taking what she wants. Waking up to her mouth wrapped around my dick before she climbed on top of me was pure heaven.

“Archer!” she cries out as she starts to come.

Her nails dig into my chest, the cool band of the engagement ring on her finger pressing against my skin. I had no idea the feel of metal against your skin could be so damn erotic, but it is. Her pussy clamps down around my cock as she goes off. My balls draw up tight, and I know I’m done for, but I need to make sure I get off as deep inside of her as I can.