Chapter 35: : Chapter 35

I tense when I hear Theo ask Serenity if she wants him to come with her when she just told him she’s going to her bedroom. What does he think he’s going to do—get into bed with her? Over my dead fucking body.

“So,” Amari says, smiling sweetly. “I take it you’re seeing Serenity, and Ezra doesn’t know?”

My eyes widen, and she chuckles, her eyes twinkling in that way that Sera’s do when we share an inside joke.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to admit it. I can tell by the way you can’t keep your eyes off her for more than two seconds—and by the way she lost her composure when her mother introduced us to each other.” She grins as Serenity walks past us and into the house. “Tell me you’re serious about her, and I’ll keep Ezra and her parents distracted for a while.”

I hesitate, looking her over. “Theo too,” I murmur, tipping my head toward him. “Her best friend.”

“Ah, the competition,” she says, nodding.

“Hardly,” I snap.

She laughs, clearly amused by my reaction. “Fine, I’ll keep an eye on him too.”

“In that case, yes. I’m far more serious about her than I have any right to be, and I have no fucking clue how to undo it.”

“Then don’t,” she says, gently pushing me toward the patio doors.

I look back at her in gratitude before walking into the house, my footsteps light as I sneak up the stairs, praying no one stops or sees me. I hesitate in front of Serenity’s door, but the sound of the stairs creaking behind me hastens my movements, and I slip into her room as quietly as possible.

She looks up from where she’s sitting on her bed, her phone in her hands. Surprise crosses her face, and I bite back a smile as I lean against her door. “Archer,” she murmurs, her gaze roaming over my body. There’s something provocative in her eyes, blended beautifully with anger.

“Come here, darling.”

Her breath hitches, and she looks like she’ll refuse, but then she rises to her feet and crosses the room, pausing right in front of me. She grabs my shirt, her eyes finding mine. “What are you doing here?” she asks, her voice soft, hopeful. “I’m surprised you were able to pull yourself away from Amari.”

I wrap my hands around her waist, reveling in the feel of her. I’ve missed touching her like this. She has no idea how fucking frustrated I was last night. It almost seemed like Ezra was trying to keep us apart. “Have I ever told you how good jealousy looks on you?”

Her hands slide up and around the back of my neck, her body pressing against mine as she rises to her tiptoes. “Have I ever told you that making me jealous comes at a cost?” she retorts, her lips mere inches from mine.

I smirk as my eager hands settle on her ass, kneading, teasing. “Is that so? In that case, I’m going to have to punish you first, darling.”

“What for?”

I place my index finger underneath her chin, my eyes narrowing. “You know exactly what for. You looked right at me when you let him hug you like you’re his.”

Guilt blooms in her eyes, and I drop my head against the door, my gaze roaming over her body. “Undress.” My voice is soft but firm, and my sweet girl instantly complies, her hands moving to the hem of the red dress she’s wearing.

“We have fifteen minutes, at most, before someone comes looking for us,” she says, her tone hesitant.

“That’s more than enough time to make you come. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Her gaze darkens, and I suppress a groan when she pulls her dress off to reveal a sexy set of red-and-black lingerie, her eyes filled with provocation as she steps back and turns slowly, giving me a show.

Goddamn.

I’m fucking spellbound when she reaches for my shirt, our eyes locking as she undoes the buttons. “I’ll let you punish me however you please,” she says, her palm sliding over my bare chest. “But don’t think you’ll get away with what you did today.”

Her hands settle on the waistband of my trousers, and she looks into my eyes as she frees my cock, her hand wrapping around it eagerly. “Turns out, I’m just as possessive as you are, Archer.”

“Yeah?” I murmur, lifting her into my arms. I carry her to her bed, and she pulls me on top of her.

“Yeah,” she whispers, before pulling me in for a kiss. I groan when her nails scrape against my scalp, needing her closer. “I wanted to tell her that you’re mine,” she murmurs against my mouth.

My heart skips a beat, and I thread a hand through her hair, pleased beyond words. “The feeling is mutual, darling,” I admit, before sucking on her bottom lip. “Every damn time I see you smile at him, I want to pull you close and kiss you for the whole world to see, just like this.”

She moans as I part her lips and deepen our kiss, tangling her tongue with mine as her body writhes against me. She tugs at my clothes impatiently, our lips barely leaving each other as we undress the other. My beautiful girl moans when I part her legs, and a strangled groan escapes the back of my throat when I find her pussy wet for me.

“Oh God,” she says when I push two fingers into her, my thumb on her clit. She pulls on my hair as I tease her. “Please,” she begs. “I need you inside me.”

Her words instantly make my cock throb, but I shake my head and touch her harder, rougher. “Come for me, and I’ll fuck you so good you’ll be feeling me for the rest of the day.”

Her lips part, and her eyes glitter with desire as I push her to the edge. It’s such a fucking riveting sight to watch her come undone for me—always only for me. This sight, this version of her, is only mine. “Archer,” she pleads, and I lean in to kiss her, swallowing down all her moans as she comes for me. Knowing that I’m the one that gave her that kind of pleasure makes me feel like I’m on top of the world, and it’s surreal how she impacts me.

“More,” she begs, panting.

I grin as I drag my cock over her pussy. There’s something so intimate about this connection between us. It isn’t just lust that compels me to look into her eyes as I sink into her. It’s not just desire I feel when her head falls back, and she bares her throat for me. Her legs tighten around my hips when I lean in to kiss her just below her ear, in that spot that makes her shiver.

She tightens her grip on my hair, her hips meeting mine thrust for thrust as I take her hard and fast. “Oh God,” she moans, and I pull back to look at her, needing to see her.

“You’re everything, you know that?” I murmur without thinking, my thoughts hazy, clouded by everything she’s making me feel. “You’re everything to me.”

She moves her legs up, until they’re hooked around my waist, letting me take her deeper. I bite down on my lip when she cups my face, her eyes filled with something I’ve never seen before. Her thumb brushes over the edge of my mouth, and then she balls her hand in my hair, pulling me in for a kiss moments before I come. I groan, and this time she’s the one who silences my moans.

She’s panting as hard as I am when I collapse on top of her, and the way she hugs me mends something deep inside my soul. No one has ever been able to give me the kind of comfort she gives me, and fuck, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to live without it again.

“I don’t want to go back down,” she whispers, kissing my temple and then my jaw. She has no idea what she’s doing to me with her sweet little touches, does she?

“I know, baby,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I don’t want to either, but we have to.”

She whimpers a little when I pull out, and I glance between us, loving the way she’s dripping with my cum. I smirk as I push my fingers into her, pushing it in deeper. Her eyes widen as I curl my fingers, pressing against her G-spot briefly before I pull my hand away and get up to get dressed.

“W-What are you doing?” my darling asks as I swipe her panties off the floor and push them into my trousers’ pocket. “I need those!”

I glance at her leisurely as I button up my shirt. “Should’ve thought about that before you made me jealous.”

“Archer!” she scolds as she pulls her dress on, her hair a beautiful, sexy mess. She looks freshly fucked, and I wish I could just keep her in bed for the rest of the day.

“Go on,” I tell her. “Go ahead and hug him with my cum dripping out of your pretty pussy, reminding you who you belong to.”

She gapes at me, and I chuckle as I tidy her hair for her, curling a couple strands of hair around my fingers like I’ve seen her do. “You’ll pay for this,” she promises.

I pinch her chin and steal a kiss. “Can’t wait,” I whisper against her mouth, before turning and holding her bedroom door open for her.

She breezes past me, trying her best to hide her smile, and I bite on my lip in an attempt to suppress my own grin as I follow her down the stairs.

“There you are,” Ezra says the moment we walk out into the backyard. His gaze moves between the two of us, and we both tense. “Where were you?”

I hesitate when Sera shoots me a panicked look. “Serenity didn’t feel too well,” I tell him. “So I brought her some meds and checked up on her.”

He stares at his sister just a little too long for my liking, and my heart begins to race. Can he tell that she looks just a little different? That her hair is messier and her clothes aren’t as tidy? That she’s still breathing a little harder than usual, and that her lips are just a little swollen?

“I’m glad you feel better,” he says, placing his hand on her shoulder before glancing at me. “Thanks for looking after my little sister,” he says, but his words are entirely at odds with the cold look in his eyes.