My Darling Mayhem
: Chapter 14

Wren stared at the car with a straight face, but a smile kept curling her pink lips. She was inspecting her new car, which I had sold to her for just a dollar. I’d had Buck tow away her old one once she got anything of value out of it, then drove in and parked the new one in her driveaway.

“It’s so much bigger than my old one.” She half crawled into the back seat. I noticed her hand lightly graze the screens built into the headrests.

Shrugging, I lightly kicked at the front tire. “Just means it’ll be better for the winter and when you need to haul more stuff.”

Her amber eyes skated over, pinning me in place with a look that said I was full of shit.

“Means it’ll be more gas money.”

I rallied, lifting my hand. “But this one is a hybrid, so it’s more gas-efficient and better for the environment.”

“Says the guy driving a diesel.”

I smirked, tugging one of her curls. “It’s biodiesel.”

With a slight shake of her head, she finally let out a sigh, turning toward me.

“This is incredible, and I’m still struggling to accept that you’re offering it to me.”

“I sold it to you.” My smirk was lopsided because she was so damn cute with her hands on her hips and her chin held high. I knew she was about to argue with me, so I aimed at her weak spot instead.

“What does Cruz think?”

Her determined expression transitioned into a soft, dreamy look. “He loves it. He’s never ridden in anything this nice.”

“Then let’s stop arguing about it. You deserve to have something stable and good in your life, Wren. Even if I leave tomorrow, you deserve that.”

Her face swung over like she was worried I would, in fact, leave tomorrow.

“I’m not, but I’m just saying.”

She took a step closer to me and bumped my shoulder. “Can I make you dinner as a way of saying thank you?”

I smiled. “I’d love some dinner. I have Kane with me after school, so it’ll be two of us.”

“Cruz will love that. See you at five?”

My stomach dipped. It was just dinner, but the idea of sitting at a table with her, Cruz, and Kane did something to me. “We’ll be there.”

“Why do you have flowers?” Kane asked as we walked over to Wren’s house. The sun was setting, and the sky was blue with swirls of orange and pink, creating a beautiful sunset. The red roses were mixed with baby’s breath, wrapped in burlap, and in my hands, they felt as significant as walking over with an engagement ring.

“Because Wren is making us dinner, bringing the host flowers is a nice gesture.”

Kane wrinkled his nose. “Sarah took a loaf of bread to someone’s house when our fancy neighbors invited us over.”

Sarah was his foster mom, and she was nice enough, but I hated when Kane used the term ‘our’ or ‘my’ when talking about her or Ron, his foster dad.

“Bread is a good idea, too. In fact, Wren might have liked that better.” I passed by her black SUV and smiled. The windows were all tinted, and the wheels were black-walled. My mind drifted to how safe it would be and how, if she were my woman, the only other thing she’d need was a piece of leather for her back. Then, I thought of taking her on the back of my bike…in more ways than one.

Kane bumped into my leg. “Are you going to knock?”

I blinked, shaking away those thoughts, and rapped my knuckles against her door.

Cruz yelled something on the other side before Wren pulled on the knob, revealing both of them and a warm, inviting house.

Kane pushed past me and ran inside with Cruz. The two took off toward his room before we could encourage them to wash up. Wren sidestepped the two, which gave me a second to look at her without her noticing. Her hair was loosely braided down her back, but pieces had fallen free, kissing her cheek and framing her bright eyes. She wore a pair of tight jeans and a soft shirt that had a deep V cut, allowing just the smallest peek at her cleavage. Fuck, the way I wanted to trace my tongue along that cut and see what her tits looked like underneath it.

“Hi.” She smiled, and it made my head feel fuzzy.

My eyes dropped to her mouth, and all I could think of was when we’d kissed in the truck. I had something else in mind.

“Archer?” Wren’s brows dipped into the center of her forehead. “Are these for me?”

My hand shot out with the flowers. “Yes.”

“They’re beautiful, thank you.” She brought the flowers to her nose, where she inhaled and closed her eyes. That fuzzy feeling returned as I stepped inside and closed the door. There was a strange sense of fulfillment as I slipped out of my shoes and followed her into the kitchen.

“Smells good in here.” My stomach growled as I smelled the different spices permeating the air; it was sweet with an undercurrent of savory that made my mouth water. Wren gently set the roses down and began searching through her cupboards.

“I’m glad you think so. I decided to treat you guys to my famous root beer tacos.” She pulled a large glass vase out and began filling it with water.

I settled next to her, carefully peeling back the burlap that held the flowers together. “Root beer?”

Wren gave me a smile that eclipsed her entire face, making my stomach flip. “Yes, root beer. I soak the meat in it and then slow-cook it. It makes for such a delicious kick, especially when we add the salsa. I mix in mango, purple onion, cilantro, and a few other things that create a really delicious combination. I also have chicken in case you guys don’t like it.”

Her face flushed pink, making me want to pull her in for a kiss.

“We’ll like it.”

She laughed, and it made me smile. “Don’t be so sure. I can throw together something else, too, if you want.”

“If you made it, we’d be honored to eat it, Wren.” Since the boys were in Cruz’s bedroom, I stepped behind her and placed my lips at her ear. “In fact, I can’t wait to taste them. They’re making my mouth water.” I traced my tongue over the shell of her ear, which caused a trail of goosebumps to erupt down the side of her neck and along her arms.

She sighed deeply as her hands sorted the flowers into a vase. Her mouth parted just as the boys ran in, and I stepped away from her.

Wren’s voice cracked as her fingers gripped the counter. “Boys, ready to eat?”

“Yeah, I’m hungry as an elephant.” Kane laughed, and then Cruz slid into the chair next to him. “I’m so hungry, I could eat an elephant.”

The two laughed while Wren shook her head, smiling while serving our plates. Smaller tortillas were pulled from a circular container, steam rising as Wren used tongs to pull out a pile. She prepped each plate with double-layered tortillas, then lifted the lid off the meat. My stomach groaned as the aroma of food hit my stomach.

“Here, let me help.” I took Kane’s plate, dished his meat, and added the mango blend.

“You can add lime. I like adding it,” Cruz said excitedly, reaching for a half-cut lime from one of the bowls. He used both hands and squeezed a generous portion onto his tacos, which caused Kane to do the same. I caught Wren’s gaze as she laughed, and a smile stretched along her beautiful face.

My chest ached. That fuzzy feeling was replaced with the one where I felt like a pellet gun had shot me. Like my chest burned and ached and needed to be soothed.

“This is so good,” Kane murmured while he took a generous bite.

Cruz nodded while sipping his milk. “Mom made my favorite, I told her you’d like it, Kane.”

Wren blushed, then gave Kane a soft smile. “I’m glad you like it.” She’d also texted and asked me if he had any food allergies, which was incredibly considerate. But she didn’t ask about me, which I gave her a hard time about. She replied with, “You’re a big boy.”

To which I replied, “Want a reminder of just how big?”

“So, boys, how is school going?” Wren asked before taking a modest bite. She’d also prepared pinto beans, homemade chips, and guacamole. Everything tasted so good that I was practically inhaling my food.

Kane shifted in his seat while chewing, so Cruz answered, “Good, we’re learning the word for food in Spanish and English right now.”

Wren lit up. “Oh yeah?”

Kane nodded, jumping in, “Leche means milk, and strawberry is fr…” He swung his gaze over to Cruz, who tilted his head as if trying to remember.

“Fruz or fez…”

Wren replied, with a smile, “Fresa?”

“That’s it!” Kane said excitedly. “We learned that cow is, vaca.”

“Wow, you guys are learning a lot.” Wren beamed while dabbing at her lips. She glanced at me as if silently telling me to keep the conversation going.

“How did you learn to cook like this?” I managed to ask around another massive bite of food. I was being rude, but fuck if I cared. This was the best meal I’d ever had.

Wren flushed, but her smile was infectious.

“My parents actually own a restaurant in North Carolina. My stepdad would let me sit on the counter when preparing meals, but even before my mom married him, she would have me next to her when she’d cook. It—” Emotion suddenly swept over her features, transforming them from happy and proud to sad as if this was a painful subject for her.

Her throat cleared, but her eyes smarted as if she was about to cry.

Shit. What had I done? I quickly recovered by changing the subject so she didn’t feel obligated to continue to talk about her family.

Unfortunately, my new topic had Wren leaving the table ten minutes later.

“You guys are so gross.” She shook her head, taking her plate with her.

I tipped my head back, still laughing. “They’re just noises.”

Kane blew a raspberry into his arm as if on cue, then laughed. “Fart noises!”

The boys giggled, and to apologize for my part in the fart conversation, we agreed to clean up dinner while Wren went and took a bubble bath. She argued, saying she was hosting, but we insisted on making more noises, which had her leaving. I watched as her ass swayed, and then she was tugging the elastic from her braid and digging her hands into her hair, letting it cascade down her back in waves.

My mouth went dry, and I had to resist the urge to follow her.

Thirty minutes later, the boys were sitting on the living room floor playing cars while I continued to check my phone to see if Wren had texted for me to come join her. Not that I would have, or even could have, but my stupid brain couldn’t quite get the message to my dick.

Finally, Wren exited the hallway wearing sleep shorts and a baggy T-shirt, but her damp hair hung against her shoulders as she brushed it out.

“What are you guys up to?”

I froze.

Cruz smiled up at her. “Just playing.”

My younger brother made engine noises while he made his car fly through the air. That fuzzy feeling was back in full force, twisting into something that warmed my chest. I hadn’t felt this way since middle school and had the world’s largest crush on that brown-eyed girl who rode my bus. She never seemed to notice me, not even when I had given her a piece of gum, until one day. One glorious day, she sat next to me, and I thought I might die of happiness.

That’s how this felt, seeing Wren freshly bathed, her hair wet, in her living room, curling up on the couch next to me while the boys played.

Wren suddenly appeared beside me, leaning close so no one could hear her. “What time do you have to get Kane back?”

Shaking away the strange feeling, I let my lips graze her ear as I replied. “I get him for the night. He’ll have to go back tomorrow mid-morning.”

I saw the wheels turning in her head and had already considered it, so I gave her a slight nod.

“Kane, would you like to do a sleepover with Cruz tonight?”

His little head whipped up as Cruz let out a gasp. “Can he?”

“Can I?”

They both asked simultaneously. She nodded graciously.

“If it’s okay with Archer.”

I nodded, then laughed when Kane asked, “Can Archer stay, too?”

Wren’s face flushed pink. “No, he’ll have to go home soon, but you can stay.”

The boys returned to their game of cars until it was time for me to go get Kane’s sleep clothes from the house. When I returned, Wren had transformed the living room into a huge fort with stools, cushions, and blankets.

Once we both said goodnight to the boys and turned on their little string of lights that Wren had hung inside the blankets, Wren walked me to the door and stepped outside while she pulled the door shut.

“So, this was nice.” Her arms crossed over her chest.

I matched her stance, stepping down from her steps. “It was.”

The silence stretched while the stars winked above us, reminding me of what she said about what she wanted someday. To have someone obsessed with you so they say things that feel like midnight against your skin. Like all the stars exist just for you, and they were the one to put them there.

“You headed to bed after this?” Her hair was still wet, and it was cold outside.

“I was actually thinking about how when I put up the fence, I couldn’t help but notice that private, patio door you had that led to your bedroom.”

Her eyes widened as a smile spread across her lips.

“You happened to notice that, did you?”

I stepped on the lower porch step, which aligned our chests.

“Maybe you could invite me in, using that door, of course…and I could braid your hair for you.”

In the darkness, I couldn’t make out every line of her face or how her throat bobbed, but I heard it.

“You want to braid my hair?”

My hands went up to her wet locks. “Meet me at your patio door, and watch a movie with me while I braid your hair.”

I thought she’d fight me, but she pulled back and turned away, giving me one last smile while saying, “I assume you know the way to my door?”

It was like muscle memory, even in the dark, as I made my way along her house and opened her side gate, securing it behind me. Then, in the cover of darkness, I sauntered along the perimeter of her home until I was in her backyard, facing her closed patio door.

Seconds later, the lock was unlatched. Wren’s eyes twinkled while she pulled the door open. “Hi.”

I decided to surprise her by placing my hands under her breasts, picking her up while I pushed inside.

She let out a little yelp while her arms came around my neck, and my boot kicked her door shut.

“Shhhh.” I laughed as we landed on the bed, her on her back and me hovering over her.

She pulled me close and wrapped her legs around my back like a koala bear.

“Don’t play games, Wren. I’ll win.”

Her lips were at my ear as she giggled. “You promise?”

Leaning down, I pressed my mouth to hers and gave her a slow kiss while her hands came up around my neck. She released me a few moments later, trying to catch her breath.

“So, you really know how to braid?”

Wren sat up and pulled her hair in front of her so it rested against her shoulders.

I kicked off my boots and crawled onto her bed until my back was up against her headboard. I’d been in her room that one time, but I didn’t really get a chance to take any of it in. She had a queen-sized bed, bringing us closer together as we huddled against the headboard. Her feather duvet was white with purple flowers, and she had a tan, woven throw blanket draped across the edge of her wooden sleigh frame.

A lamp illuminated the room from one of the matching bedside tables. In the corner of her room was an oversized chair with another little table right next to it. I pictured Wren sitting there, watching Cruz play in the backyard while she read a book with a peaceful smile on her face.

“I do.”

“Okay, fine, but fair warning, I might cry.” She handed me a comb and hair elastic and pointed her remote at the modest flat screen that rested on her long dresser across the room. She chose an older TV show and let it play on a low volume. My eyes flicked to the tall standing mirror near her closet, which had several pictures, including only one postcard tucked into it. I wanted to ask about them but didn’t want to miss this story.

“Why are you going to cry?” I spread my legs and waited for her to crawl between them.

Once her ass was nestled against my cock, I set my jaw and focused on her hair. It was silky and smooth as I gently combed through it, separating it piece by piece.

Wren let out a sigh as she tipped her head back. “Because when I was little, my brother used to braid my hair. My mom always made him, and it felt like the only time we’d go without arguing, laughing, or doing anything. We’d both just be quiet and still like I was this piece of art he was too scared to mess up on. I remember feeling so safe when he’d start my braid like he’d never hurt me, but only in that setting. It was like touching a base in a game of tag.”

My mind went back to what I’d found in the box. Discovering exactly who she was connected to and how, I still hadn’t told her that I knew. The truth was, I wasn’t sure I ever would. At least not until I figured out if her brother was even in her life anymore, which it seemed like he wasn’t. “How far apart in age are you and your brother?” I gathered her middle part and separated it into three parts while she closed her eyes.

“Five years.”

“That’s not much…you must have grown up really close. How long has it been since you’ve seen him?”

I saw Wren’s throat bob and her lashes flutter while I slowly braided down the length of her scalp. “Uh…” She swallowed, and her voice cracked. “It’s been a long time.”

The silence stretched as I gathered strand after strand, ensuring the braid would hold. A tiny ache in my chest started at how her voice cracked and how painful this subject seemed for her. All I wanted to do was replace her brother and punch him in the face for making Wren feel like this. I wasn’t sure what happened, but I knew Wren. She was fierce, loyal, and protective. If she had a reason for being away from her family, then I knew it had to be a good one. But she didn’t need to talk about it now, not when her voice sounded so small and frail. Instead, I changed the subject.

“I lied about that one meeting going well.”

Her eyes flashed open, staring up at me from where her head was tilted back. She only saw a glimpse of my face, but she still tried regardless. “What do you mean, what happened?”

I got there late, and he decided to treat me like shit because of it.

“He wasn’t happy with the numbers and decided to take it out on me.”

“Oh no, Archer. I’m sorry.”

Fucker was going to experience a little Mayhem, so it was fine, but only because he’d called me trailer trash. I’d made him a million dollars in investment trading this last quarter, and I was only fifteen minutes late. I offered to reschedule when I called and let him know, but he insisted on me just getting there as soon as possible. The second I walked through the door, he began berating me on how I had wasted his time and how different he was from me because he had real money.

The blow job was worth every second of his miserable sneer and the chance to see his true colors.

“Don’t be. I much prefer knowing someone’s true nature when working with them. He did me a favor. I cut him as a client, and now I’ll never make him another dollar.”

Wren rubbed just above my knee. “Good.”

Shit, her hand felt so good. She was going to know I was hard any second, with her ass nestled up so close to me.

“But, actually…” I started, unable to get the images of her in my truck, her mouth taking the tip of my cock between her pretty red lips, out of my head. “I couldn’t help wondering how you did after our little time in the truck.”

I tied off her braid, and she half-turned between my legs. “What do you mean? I went to work and had to deal with Brian. You were there for all of that.”

“Yes.” I dropped my gaze to her lips. “But you were moaning while you slid that wet tongue over me, sucking my cock and then swallowing my cum like a…” I trailed off, unsure how free I could be with my words.

She wet her lips, staring at my mouth and holding onto my leg with her hand.

“Like a what?”

I felt a flush working its way up my neck. I’d never hesitated to speak however I wanted to with a woman, not ever. But Wren had me wanting to talk about flowers and how she smelled like lavender while also making me feel like she had started weaving her own fairy tale in my chest. She was folklore, and I was just a boy falling in love with a story.

Wren twisted until she was on her knees in front of me, her hands running up my chest, her lips a breath away from mine.

Her mouth trailed over my jaw lightly, and then her teeth latched onto my ear. “Like a what, Archer?”

My cock twitched in my jeans, hardening to a painful point.

Gripping her hips, I rasped in the air between us. “Like a dirty little slut.”

Wren drew her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down.

Then, leaning forward, her lips trailed my ear. “So you want to know if I had to touch myself after I sucked your cock? If I went to work with slick thighs because of how badly I wanted you?”

My fingers dug into her hips as I guided her to straddle me.

“Well, if you must know, I locked myself in the bathroom of my job, Archer. I had to take off my thong because it was soaked.” Her tongue traced the shell of my ear as she continued to whisper, “Then I slid down my skirt and started circling my clit with my fingers, desperate for relief.”

Fuck, I was going to come in my jeans. “Did you get it?”

She shook her head while slowly rocking her hips against me.

“So that’s two orgasms I owe you now, is that right?”

Biting down on her lip to suppress a smile, she nodded.

“Well, we better do something about that.”

Wren looped her hands around my neck loosely. “I mean, if you say so.”

“You’re going to have to do exactly as I tell you. No arguments, no questions.” I slowly shifted her off my lap. “I will not fuck you tonight.”

Wren’s mouth parted the tiniest bit, but she searched my face and nodded.

“Also, if I do or say anything you’re uncomfortable with, you need to tell me.”

I shifted, leaving the headboard and moving toward the bottom part of her bed.

“Say yes, Wren,” I rasped near her ear as I stroked down her ass.

Her eyes were wide, her neck flushed, and I saw her chest rising and falling fast. “Yes.”

“Good.” I slipped my shirt up over my head. “Strip out of your clothes and put this on.”

Her brows dipped, and I knew she was likely confused, but I didn’t care; I was finally about to see her completely naked. I sat back, watching as she slid her shirt over her head, revealing silky, smooth, tan skin. She had a beauty mark above her left breast that I wanted to kiss. She slid her sports bra up and over her head, letting her tits fall free, which had my mouth parting.

I refrained from touching her as she moved to her shorts.

“Underwear, too. All of it,” I demanded.

She hesitated momentarily, her nails lightly scraping over the thin band of her white panties. They arched up over her hips and looked fucking sinful against her tan skin. She was a goddamn vision in just that underwear and the long white socks on her feet with her dark hair braided behind her, those tiny tendrils of hair kissing her neck.

Fuck. Me.

“Wait…just.” I tried to breathe through the sight of her naked, save for those two items, but she was so stunningly gorgeous that my brain felt like it was short-circuiting. I’d never experienced this before. The mere sight of someone stopping me in the moment because they robbed me of breath. I didn’t have words, but I had thoughts stitching together and forming things that would make me sound like an idiot.

Things that seemed to come naturally as I stared at her because her idea of a fairy tale suddenly didn’t sound so far-fetched. No, it felt like she’d found a way into my chest and embedded herself into the lining of my heart. Now, it was as if I had no clue if that organ had even functioned before her.

Nothing had ever felt this real or terrifying.

This felt better than riding. Whatever this feeling was.

Sparks seemed to jolt under my skin as I stared, and that fuzzy feeling returned. I wanted to tell her that she was beautiful, the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen in my entire life, and I was positive that she’d continue to hold that title for as long as I lived.

I wanted to tell her that she made me believe in impossible stories, that I wanted to learn whatever language spoke of midnight caressing her skin and using dialogue like darling because all I’d ever known was mayhem. I was desperate to exchange it for peace.

“Archer?” Her hands traced along my knuckles, over the tattoos inked on them. My face flushed as all the emotions began invading me, seemingly shaping something new and unfamiliar.

Was this love?

Was I in love with her? I caught her gaze, and the flush of pink on her neck made it difficult to swallow.

“Are you okay?”

No.

I’d never be okay again after this. She’d be there for all of time. Beyond stardust and the vast expanse of all the dark layers of this universe, beyond all the precious things that ever existed within this lifetime. She would remain.

My throat was thick as I finally found words. “Keep going. Remove it, then slide my shirt on.”

She hesitated again, then slowly slid the panties down her tone legs and tossed the garment on the floor so all she was in were those tall socks. I continued to stare as she slid my shirt over her bare breasts, her nipples peaking beneath the soft fabric. Once it fell against her thighs, I took my position.

First, I unzipped my jeans and slid out of them so I was in just my boxers.

“That’s dangerous of you, Mr. Green,” Wren chided with a smirk.

I knew it was, but my cock ached.

“Do not touch unless you’re positive you can keep from sliding it inside your cunt.”

Wren raised her hands like she was being held at gunpoint, a playful smirk on her mouth.

Once I laid on my back in the center of her bed, my head nearly touching the end of her frame, I waved Wren over.

“Place your hands on the frame and face your television, so you can watch your show.”

Wren began crawling on her hands and knees. “Where should I sit?”

“On my face.”

She paused while my hand went to my erection, slowly stroking through my boxers. Finally, she moved into place next to my chest.

“Just…” she asked, staring down at my mouth and then at the television.

I stroked down her calf. “Straddle my face.”

She lifted the hem of my shirt and turned to face the edge completely. Finally, she did as I said.

Her hands were up on the wood frame of the bed, her knee moved over my face, and then her hot, wet cunt lowered right over my mouth.

My hands came up to her thighs, holding her in place, while my tongue slid up through her center and circled her clit, tasting her.

A hiss left her mouth as she froze in place, and then she was pushing down against my mouth while she rocked her hips.

I hummed encouragingly, and she seemed to grow bolder with how I held her thighs and moved her over my face. Her breathing was coming in tiny little bursts while I roughly adjusted her to my sucking and licking. I was devouring her, and fuck, she tasted good. She was sweet and tart, but it was more than that; her sounds and the way she desperately fucked my face told me she loved this. She’d never swallowed another man’s cum while sucking his cock, until me. Now, she’d had another first, which had me hard for entirely different reasons.

Over and over, her hips rolled, sliding her pussy over my tongue while I pushed it farther inside her. I began squeezing her ass and sliding my fingers along her crack, poking and pushing while sucking on her clit.

Her thighs clenched when a rasp left her, then her fingers were in my hair, and I knew she was about to come.

“I’m…I’m, Archer,” she whispered in a cracked plea while she moved against my chin.

Pulling firmly down against her thighs, I slowly lapped at her clit, focusing all my attention on the little nub until she shattered, and I felt that warm, creamy arousal coat my tongue.

I didn’t release her until I’d licked it all up, every fucking drop. Then, and only then, did I let her move.

She lifted her knee and then crawled until she collapsed flat on her back, trying to catch her breath. I slowly slid my cock out of my boxers and stroked along my shaft.

“That’s never happened to me before. That was…I can’t even.” Wren started but kept stopping when she tried to articulate what she wanted to say.

“That was one, beautiful.” I rolled over, caging her in with my arms.

“It feels sensitive,” she whispered into my neck as if unsure if she could take any more.

“Okay.” I kissed her stomach and helped her sit up. “Just sit in my lap while I have a little fun.”

She followed me back to the headboard, where I placed my back and pulled her into my lap. Her naked pussy notched right up against my cock, which had her letting out a sharp exhale. Using my thumbs, I slowly pushed the material of the t-shirt up, revealing her perky, full breasts. I saw the moment when she realized what I likely meant by fun.

“You don’t have to do anything,” I assured her while I lifted both her tits and began slowly licking her nipples.

Her hips rocked immediately with a jolt of pleasure.

“Mmm, you like this, don’t you?” I caught her gaze while I bent down again to lap at the two nipples.

She arched her back, rasping curses low enough that I couldn’t hear them. But her pussy began sliding against my erection.

I moved faster with my mouth and my tongue, even grazing my teeth over them, all while she matched my rhythm with the cadence of her hips.

“You want me to slide inside your slick pussy, don’t you?” I kissed her neck, pulling her against me. Her wet nipples slid warmly into my chest while I pulled her hips against me, and her clit continued rubbing against my shaft, making me pant painfully as I tried to restrain from pulling her on top of my erection.

“Fuck, baby. Fuckkkk,” I rasped, pulling her harder against me and sliding through her lips while the tip of my dick wept, nearly about to explode.

She nodded while lifting her hips and pushing down over my restrained girth. “You’re so wet for me, and I’m about to cum all over your stomach, let it drip down along this pretty pussy. Want to see you covered.”

A low moan left Wren’s chest while she rotated her hips against me. My cock was so thick, and my balls ached with the need to be released; I had practically notched inside her. She continued to bear against me, rubbing herself shamelessly against me.

“If you grip me this well, just sliding through your pussy lips, I can only imagine how well you’ll take me. You’re going to clench around me so good, aren’t you?”

I slid my hand to her ass and gripped her cheek, pulling her closer. She let out a louder moan while her breathing increased. She shoved her face into my shoulder while her thighs clenched around my waist. I was about to cum.

“Archer,” she breathed into my ear, kissing me sweetly before trying to withhold a cry. Fuckkkkk.”

Wren shuddered against me. I glanced down and made sure the tip of my cock wasn’t somehow buried inside her because it felt so good, then gripped my shaft. I started pumping my hips, my dick still sliding along the outside of her cunt. It was so wet, and my breaths were so short as a tingle started in the base of my spine, and then groaning into her shoulder, my release shot out in hot spurts against her stomach.

Wren’s breathing was ragged as she sagged in my arms. Leaning back the slightest bit, I saw how the mess dripped down her lower stomach to the top of her smooth mound. It was so perfect, and all I wanted to do was paint different pieces of her body with it. See all that beautiful skin smeared with what she did to me.

Her soft whisper felt like tiny sparks against my skin.

“I think you should stay tonight.”

Something had happened between us tonight, and while she might not be aware of it, I was in a monumental way. Part of me wanted to get on my bike and run away, let the night air carry me somewhere. But another part of me, a stronger part, wanted to hold her all night and wake up with her in my arms.

“Okay, but I’ll need to leave early because I don’t think Kane should see me here when he wakes up.”

Wren shook her head. “Definitely not, Cruz either. I think it would confuse them.”

“Okay, I’ll stay.” I kissed her forehead while she adjusted, so my shirt fell back around her thighs. I slid out of bed and walked into her attached bathroom, not flipping on the light. Grabbing a hand towel from one of her shelves, I returned to Wren, swiping up the mess from her stomach. Her sleepy smile and a gentle squeeze of my wrist tightened my chest. That feeling returned tenfold.

I was in love with her.

“Do you want this back?” she asked, gesturing at the shirt I’d told her to wear, her lashes fluttering, her big amber eyes dreamy and tired.

I gave her the most genuine smile I’d ever felt as I said, “Never.”