Page 131 of Maple Mountain
He reached into the pocket of his pajamas and extracted his cell.While he was navigating his phone, I took the fork from him and fed myself the last bit of food.
Archer turned the phone toward me.I swiped through the photos.Mildred and a cow.Lenni and a cow.Summer and Lenni with a cow.
“She’s a farm girl,” I said.
“How do you know that?”he asked, setting his phone aside.
“She was interested in horses immediately,” I pointed out.“And now she’s into cows.We better be careful.She might try and adopt a duck or something.”
“I’m cool with a duck.Not a goose though.”
“Why not a goose?”
“I dunno, I guess I just feel like we needed some boundary on poultry.”
“Weirdo.”
“I’myourweirdo.”
His words were delivered so effortlessly that it filled my chest with warmth.
Archer set the tray down onto the floor before removing his glasses and placing them on the nightstand.He then climbed beneath the covers.
“What are you doing?”I asked as he wrestled off his pajama pants.
He raised his brows.“Making up for my gender.”
“You made up for plenty of that last night,” I remarked, attempting to scoot away.
“I’m going for a gold star, here.”
He reached for me, but I evaded his clutches.
“Wyn.”
“I haven’t even brushed my teeth,” I said in exasperation.
“Then roll over,” he commanded.“I need to be inside you again or I’m going to die.”
“You won’t die.”
“My dick will fall off.I swear it will.”
“It’s not chafed?”I asked in amusement.“Or exhausted?”
“It had an energy drink.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Fine.If you won’t roll over, then I guess I’ll have to convince you another way.”
He slid lower and nestled between my thighs, spreading them.And then his tongue was at my cleft.
My fingers splayed through his hair.
And a few very pleasurable minutes later, I sighed.“Silver star for Archer Keel.”
His head popped out from underneath the covers.“Silver star?What the hell?”
