Page 76 of Comeback
His fingers dip under the silky material. His gaze flits between my eyes and my lips as he strokes gently over my pussy. Two fingers tease my entrance as his thumb circles my clit.
When I moan again, his grip on my throat tightens just a little. Not like he’s trying to cut off my air supply but like he’s trying to capture every sound.
Archer’s fingers work me over in a slow, dizzying rhythm. Every time I moan, he feels the sound vibrate against my throat. And when I come, he looks at me with such awe that I can’t help but say his name over and over again.
“Archer,” I rasp out one more time while his hand cups my neck.
“I love the way you say my name.”
He slides his hand out from my panties and as I catch my breath, he moves me off him gently and I fall onto my back.
A big smile stretches across my face. The music is still going, and I can’t hear his breathing, but I can feel his chest rising and falling. Archer drapes an arm around my middle. He’s still in his jeans, but he pulls me into his side.
“Can you sleep with music or would you rather listen to Brogan and London?”
I turn my face back to him. “Sleep? What about…” I trail off and arch my butt into his erection.
He groans and tightens his grip against me before placing a kiss on my forehead. “Go to sleep before we do something neither of us can take back.”
“You mean like fucking your best friend’s sister?”
“I mean like fucking my best friend’s sister so hard neither of us can leave this bed tomorrow.”
My brows rise and he chuckles. Archer gets out of bed and shucks off his jeans. His dick tents his boxer briefs. Even in the dark I can make out the lines of muscle in his upper body.
“I choose option two,”I say and sign.
He takes out his hearing aids and then pulls back the covers. I get underneath fully intending to seduce him, but he tucks me against his side and a happy contentment has my eyes falling shut.
22
ARCHER
When I wake up the next morning, Sabrina is gone. I shut off my music and get out of bed. I run a hand through my hair as memories from last night play on a loop.
I check my phone to see if she texted. I have a niggling worry that I freaked her out or she changed her mind about wanting to get involved with me. And I’m even more worried by my lack of care about the situation. Brogan is my best friend. I never want to do anything that would hurt him or put his relationship with Sabrina in jeopardy.
After I take a quick shower and get dressed, I head into the kitchen. Brogan is there having breakfast, as I expected, but so is Sabrina.
Hey, sleepyhead,Brogan signs. I don’t always put my hearing aids in first thing in the morning, so his default is usually to sign until he knows. It’s the little things like this that still take me by surprise. A consideration that most people would never think to make.
“Morning.”Sabrina follows his example and signs the greeting as well. She smiles shyly as she picks up a mug of coffee.
“Morning.” My voice is still thick with sleep.
“You slept so late I was half-convinced you had a woman in there,” Brogan says.
Sabrina stops mid-drink, coughing and sputtering.
“Shit.” Brogan turns to her. “Are you okay?”
She holds up a hand to wave him off as she moves to the sink where she sets her mug and continues to cough until she gets a hold of herself.
When Sabrina sneaks a glance at me, all my worries of her not wanting to be involved with me disappear.Thank fuck.I fell asleep holding on to her, and the only way it could have been better is if she would have still been there when I woke up.
“I’m going to grab a shower,” she says, diverting her gaze to the floor.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Brogan asks, genuine concern lacing his tone.
