Page 66 of Sunrise Arrows

Her pussy is still contracting when I pull my fingers out and push her bikini bottoms to the side in order to replace them with my dick, thrusting hard and fast until my cum floods her and we sag against the lip of the pool to catch our breath.

“You know you don’t have to change things around here for me,” I say, covering her body back up with her tiny bikini. “I’ll get used to it. I just need more time.”

She faces me and links her arms back around my neck, her legs floating out behind her as I walk back from the wall. “I know. You’ve gone without a single complaint since we arrived, but Archer, I want this to be our home too. That can’t happen if you’re unhappy here.”

“I’m not unhappy, Tinsley. I’m just…” I fish around for a word but nothing feels correct. Finally, I lamely settle on, “Adjusting. I’m just adjusting to it all. It’s very different here from Berry Falls.”

“Are you sure that’s all it is?”

“Positive.”

Her legs come back around me, and she runs her hands up the nape of my neck so she’s holding the back of my head. Those whiskey eyes of hers stare deep into mine, searching for something.

“Will you tell me if this becomes too much for you?”

“That’ll never happen.”

“But if it does, I need to know you’ll tell me, Archer.”

“Yeah, baby,” I reluctantly promise. “I’ll tell you.”

CHAPTER22

Archer

“You going to answer that?”Briar asks, nodding to where my phone is vibrating across the makeup vanity Tinsley was sitting at before being brought over to the wings of the morning show studio we’re at.

I glance at the screen to confirm it’s still Hunter calling and answer, “Nope.”

“It’s been weeks.”

“Years,” I correct. “He lied to me for years. And he’s not even apologetic about that; he’s just sorry I found out. So until that changes—” I reach out and silence my phone “—I’m not talking to him.”

She sighs and rolls her eyes at me, adjusting herself in the director’s chair, ankles uncrossing and recrossing as she checks the hem of her skirt. Elbows on the arm rest, she laces her fingers together and props her chin on them. “Look, you have a great family unit going on. Like, I’m so jealous of that. I know Tins is too, even though she’s basically one of you at this point. I’m just saying, and I know she would agree with me, don’t let your anger get in the way of that.

“You two have come back together and nothing is going to get in the way of that again. You're both adults now, like true adults, and you both know what it’s like to live without the other. Everything else… it’s just backstory in what is, like, the most epic love I’ve ever seen.”

“Quiet on set!” someone yells out, interrupting the reply I've yet to formulate.

Briar swats my knee with the back of her hand and whispers, “Come on; they’re coming back from commercial and our girl’s next.”

I step down from the chair and hold my hand out to help Briar, more than a little impressed by how agile she is in her dagger-like heels that bring the already tall blonde only an inch or two beneath my six foot five.

We’re led over to a spot opposite where Tinsley’s going to be coming out and watch as someone on set counts down from five, growing quiet before the hype man in the audience gets the crowd going for the show’s live return.

“Good morning and welcome back to The Katie Sylvain Show. We’re here, live in the studio, and about to welcome our next guest.

“She’s a chart topping performer with a sold out global concert and a recent surprise album release that has quickly become everyone’s summer soundtrack, with ‘Destined To Fall’ absolutelyshatteringrecords. I am, of course, talking about none other than Tinsley Jacobs!”

The members of the studio audience go absolutely crazy for my girl as she comes out with a beaming smile, waving to everyone. She’s wearing the sparkly white dress she had on for Ellie’s birthday with pink and white cowboy boots on her feet, and her dark chocolate hair a riotous, sexy mess.

Katie Slyvain stands up from her couch and meets Tinsley halfway. The two hug and excitedly chitter about the other’s outfit. They sit down together, Katie tucking a leg under herself as she curls up with her coffee mug as if she’s at home and not on a live talk show that’s airing across the country, and Tinsley primly smoothing the short, poofy, cupcake-like skirt of her dress, legs draped to the side and ankles crossed.

“So,” Katie starts, setting her mug down. “How have you been? It feels like forever since I’ve had you on the show.” Before Tinsley can answer, she gives a leading smile and says, “My producer told me you brought a certain someone with you this morning.”

Tinsley's smile instantly goes from the pretty, practiced one to a shy blush. She tucks her hair behind her ear and looks down, teeth biting her lip. “Um, yeah,” she softly answers, making the audience whisper.

“Girl, you have to tell us everything. I mean, you come home for a hiatus from your tour, are all over social media for keying Corey Withers’s car, and then you disappear for weeks, only to turn back up here in L.A. with—based on what tabloid photos have been able to capture—averysexy man. Who is he? Is it serious? Tell me everything.”

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