Page 112 of Maple Mountain
My back bowed and I grabbed his hair so I could tug him closer.
We were hot, sweaty and no one was more surprised than me when I felt the first crackles of an orgasm.I clenched and spasmed, gripping his ass in my hands, urging him to ride me harder and faster.
“Wyn,” he growled.
He pulled out just as I was about to break apart.
I cried at the loss of him, my orgasm flaming out.
Archer grabbed his shaft and held it while he came all over my stomach.And then he was between my legs again, only this time it was his mouth.He nibbled and sucked as he held me open.
I came with a shout, my thighs clamping his head.Writhing, tears streaming down my cheeks because my release had been so powerful, soeffortless.
And I knew it was because I had deep feelings for Archer.
Because it had never been like this before.
My legs went slack, and they slid off his shoulders.
He raised his head and looked at me.His dark hair tousled, his mouth glistening with my release.
“Oh no,” I muttered, scrambling away and looking for my leggings.I couldn’t find them.I grabbed the closest thing to me—an extra-large T-shirt that covered me all the way to the tops of my thighs.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Archer sit back on his haunches and he made no move to conceal his nakedness.
His chest was beautiful, rippled with muscle and ink.His thighs were works of art.
Art I wanted to bite into.
Because damn, they were meaty perfection.
“Wyn.”His voice was low and raspy.Lazy, without a sense of urgency.
I shook my head, sending blonde waves streaking through the air.“No.Don’t speak.We don’t have to talk about this ever again.This never happened.”
Before I could scramble away, Archer pounced.I fell back to the floor as his body covered mine.
“This happened,” he said, his voice soft.His maple syrup eyes bored into mine.“I was inside you without a condom.”
I dragged a rickety breath into my lungs.“Don’t remind me.”
He gently clasped my cheeks in his large, callused hands.“I have to remind you.God, Wyn.I’m so fucking sorry for that.I didn’t mean to—but we were fighting and it just—and you felt too good and I lost control.”
Shame coated my cheeks.
He’d at least had the forethought to pull out.
I’d done nothing to insist on protection.
“I’ve always used condoms before, I swear,” he said.
“Oh.”I bit my lip.“Me too.”
His eyes darkened and his head dipped.
I turned my head and attempted to slither out of his embrace, but he had me pinned beneath him.
And I liked being there.
