Page 24 of Pucking Curves

He flips me over onto my back, following me down.

There’s a reason Archer is one of the best paid players in the league. The man knows how to move. He proves it now, fucking me so hard and fast he leaves me breathless and dizzy beneath him. He kisses and bites everywhere he can reach—my throat, my nipples, the sides of my breasts. I’m completely covered in him, surrounded by him.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growls. “Christ, Wren. I don’t want to stop. I just want to keep fucking you like this until I can’t move.” He nuzzles his face against my throat. “My wife. My perfect fucking wife is wrapped around my cock.”

The reverence in his tone has my muscles clenching around him.

“You going to come on me, baby?” he growls, his hips slamming into mine. “I feel your pussy getting tighter. Feel you quivering beneath me.”

“Yes,” I moan, writhing. “You feel so damn good, Archer. I can’t…I can’t…” I break off, moaning when he yanks my leg up over his hip, changing the angle. Allowing him to go deeper.

“Do it then,” he orders me. “Come all over my cock. Make it real easy for me to put my kid in you.”

“Oh my god.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t want it, Wren.” He nuzzles his face against my throat again, pressing his lips up against my ear. “I feel how much wetter your cunt just got. I feel you clenching around me. You want me to breed this pretty little hole.”

I do, damn him. I do. Even if it’s impossible…I want it.

“Fucking come and give us what we both want,” he whispers, his voice lulling me to the edge, compelling me to give in and give him what he wants. God, this man is wild. He’s intense and sexy and so damn beautiful. And, for some reason, he decided to put his ring on my finger.

I’m the thing he wants enough to risk everything. I tried to lie to myself on the flight, tried to convince myself that he only did it because he wants to fuck me. With him inside me, whispering about how much he wants to get me pregnant, there is no denying the truth now. Whatever this is…it isn’t sex.

It's something a whole lot bigger than that.

I shatter with a cry, his name echoing in the corners of the room as the truth and what he’s doing to me drive me right over the edge. This isn’t a little death. It’s life. It’s rebirth. It’s…fucking everything.

“Wren!” he shouts, slamming into me once. Twice. A third time. And then he goes still, a long, low growl ripping from his lips as his cock jerks and he spills into me, painting me with a truth I can’t deny.

This was never about sex.

And it’s not about my brother, either.

God help me…this is about us. Just me and him and the massive, unnamed thing that’s been growing between us for a year.

“Stop looking at me like that,” I mumble a little while later, trying to cover my face with my hands as he grins at me like he just won the lottery and I’m his prize. “You’re giving me a complex.”

“Better be a goddess complex,” he grunts, gently prying my hands away from my face. He’s still grinning. His lips brush mine, his kiss sweet and sustaining. “It’s the only complex you’re allowed to have.”

I roll my eyes at him and try, yet again, to push him off me. Yet again, he doesn’t budge. He’s still inside me.

“Can you please move?” I groan.

“You mean like this?” He pumps his hips.

I whimper, my gaze flying to his face. “How can you possibly be ready for another round already?”

He arches his brow, looking at me like it’s a ridiculous question. “You try being in this magical pussy after being celibate for almost two decades, Wren. I’ve been jerking off, thinking about this moment for a year. Trust me, he’s not going down anytime soon.”

I gape at him. “You’ve been celibate for two decades?”

“Sixteen years,” he mutters.

“That means you were…” I try to do a quick calculation in my head, which makes him chuckle and shake his.

“I was seventeen.”

“Oh.” I peek up at him, trying to uncover all his secrets. Refusing to think about how old I was when he was seventeen. He’s Micah’s age…almost twelve years older than I am. But I don’t think that bothers him any, so I’m not going to worry about it, either.

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