by Heather Long
“It’s going to be a great day.” He squeezed my thigh again, and I smiled as I watched him.
“It already is.”
Thirty-five minutes later, I might have been revising my opinion, though the simple pleasure on Archie’s face kept me from protesting as we walked into a boutique store that just screamed “you are underdressed and can’t afford to breathe our air, much less shop here.” We got the side-eye almost immediately, then Archie pulled out a credit card and informed the woman we needed to see the most stunning dresses they had in stock and those kept in the back, but only if they complimented me.
The woman about tripped over herself, and I had to bite back a laugh at the smug, arrogant look on Archie’s face as he dismissed her. The sparkle in his eyes when he looked at me was just about irresistible. Which was how I found myself sitting with him on a white sofa as the woman hustled her staff into motion.
For such an expensive shop, they didn’t have a lot of customers. Then again, I hadn’t seen a single price tag on a dress. That usually meant “they cost too fucking much.” They brought us drinks, and Archie had his phone out. There were a couple of messages from the guys, and he answered both.
Jake just had one question, Okay? And Ian’s was an equally succinct, Good?
Head tucked against Archie’s shoulder, I settled in as they not only brought out a series of dresses, but actually had a couple of the girls wearing them.
“Let me know which ones you like,” Archie murmured as he kissed the top of my head. I was meat drunk and feeling pretty damn loved at the moment. The last few days slipped behind us, and I left them there.
“You tell me which ones you like, too,” I said as we were treated to the parade of different dresses with everything from the little black dress to a pure white one that looked fabulous on the girl wearing it and I could never wear. I’d dump something on myself before I even left the bedroom.
There were body-hugging dresses and dresses with flared skirts. Strapless. Sleeveless. Halter topped. Spaghetti straps. Corset style that promised I’d look fabulous, even if I couldn’t breathe. He curved his hand against my side and ran his fingers up and down as we watched. I had my hand on his thigh, and I stayed as tucked close to him as I could get without climbing into his lap.
I didn’t want to be away from him and from the way he held me, he felt much the same. There was a dress in chocolate brown that made me think of Archie’s eyes, and it was body hugging with ruching. No way I could eat much in that, but when I bit my lip, Archie raised a finger to choose that one. Then we were moving on. Teal colored dresses. Dark blue. Pale icy shimmering colors. Dark green. Red. So many red dresses. In fact, there were at least two red dresses for every other color they showed us.
“What can I say?” he murmured when I commented on this. “I love you in red.”
Okay, red it was then.
It took over an hour to see them all, but I picked out three along with Archie’s five, and it was my turn to head into the dressing room. Most of the dresses required losing everything but my panties to try on. When I walked out to model each one, Archie’s smile grew. It was ridiculous and silly. The last time I’d done this, it had been with Coop and… Yeah, there went my smile.
Like Coop, Archie had taken snaps of me in every single one, but Cheryl had been there helping me pick out a dress when she knew the crap Mitch had been doing. The door behind me opened before I’d even closed it all the way, and Archie slipped into the dressing room behind me.
“What’s wrong?”
“Just…my brain being weird.”
Crowding me right up against the mirror, he tugged the zipper down on the dress. “Tell me.”
It was written all over his face. Let him fix it, and I kicked myself for letting anything spoil today. When the dress spilled off me, leaving me in just the panties, he pressed his lips just behind my ear.
“Tell me.”
Between his nibbling kisses against my throat and the way he stroked his hands down my sides until he hooked them beneath the band of my panties, I almost forgot. But the bite brought me back to the present. So I told him.
“Okay,” he whispered. “Fuck Cheryl, but you liked the part about Coop, right?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I was so tired that night, but…he was a lot of fun, and he made me feel good.”
“You looked good,” he continued. “You looked amazing. It took everything I had not to call that store and buy every dress you put on.”
A soft laugh escaped me. Because that was Archie. “Your willpower and restraint are amazing.”
“You jest, but I was a god that day,” he told me before sucking on my earlobe and slipping a finger right along my slit. Oh fuck. “Shh,” he whispered against my ear. “Don’t make a sound and I can chase away any bad fucking memories.” He plunged one finger and then another inside of me, and I had to grip his shoulders to stay upright. “When you think about dress shopping and trying on all those sexy dresses, you think about us peeling them off you and fucking you right here.”
He hooked his fingers with every stroke, and his thumb circled my clit, a shark closing in, but not quite giving me enough pressure. I thrust my hips up to meet him, almost begging for it, and even as hard as I tried to keep quiet, a whimper started to escape.
“Gotta be quiet, babe,” he admonished me with another bite, even as the pressure amped up and sparks danced through my system. I was riding his hand as he thrust it inside of me over and over. Then there were three fingers stretching me, and the tension went utterly taut as I was right there.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Soak my fingers and come for me, Frankie. The only fucking people who matter are us. Just us. I love how wet you are for me, how you clamp down on my fingers ’cause you’re so desperate for my dick. Do you want my dick? Do you want me to turn you around against this mirror and let you watch me fuck you until you’re screaming?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Every single word detonated through me.
The heat of his mouth on my ear, the sudden pressure of his thumb against my swollen clit, and the curve of his fingers, and it was over. I shook with the release, and before I could stifle my own cries, Archie kissed me. Even as he robbed me of breath, he wrenched every ounce of that orgasm out of me until I was a trembling mess and my panties were soaked.
Fuck. Me.
The heat scorching me in his eyes had me laughing weakly, even as he licked his fingers off one at a time, all the while watching me as I leaned against the cool mirror. My panties ended up in his pocket, and I tried on three more dresses.
Archie picked his favorites, which meant I got all of them and I didn’t even have it in me to complain. Loose limbed and warm, I swore I could still feel his fingers as I dragged on my jeans. I figured we were done, but oh no.
The shop had shoes and jewelry. They accessorized every outfit, and with one single exception, I let Archie pick it all. The one thing I picked out was a simple gold bracelet with a metal gear hanging off of it. It was so elegant and plain, and yet the gear made me think of Archie and all the things he took apart to see what made them work. He didn’t even hesitate to fasten it around my wrist.
And I had to admit, I did not ask about the final total because they never said a word, just charged his card and packaged everything up for us. First among his picks, the dress he took off me before he finger-fucked me in the dressing room.
He wasn’t wrong, I wasn’t going to think about anything else but that the next time I went shopping. Thank God the salespeople didn’t say a word, but my face didn’t cool even a little until we were back in the car.
“See, shopping with me is the best, isn’t it?” he teased, all smug and satisfied, and I laughed.
“You’re the best,” I reminded him, because seriously, he wasn’t wrong.
And I might have started running my hand up and down his thigh and testing how hard his cock was beneath the denim. I even offered a blowjob in the car on the way home, but he just h
eld my hand against his stiff erection and grinned. The fact he kissed me senseless at every traffic light seemed to extend our drive back to the apartment.
Once there, he urged me ahead of him and through the cold and into the kitchen. The door closed, the dress bags landed on the dining room table, and Archie picked me up as we came together in a heated kiss. I swore I could still taste myself on him. We half-crashed our way against the counters toward the living room, stripping off each other’s clothes.
The minute he had my breasts free though, he locked his mouth around one nipple and sucked so hard, I swore my pussy clenched and I was halfway to coming. I got my hand around his cock and teased the pre-cum on the tip with a thumb before I began stroking him. Almost frantic with need, I slid down him and started to suck his cock between my lips. He fisted my hair and pumped against my mouth a scant few times before he dragged me off and then up. With my jeans still hanging off one leg and his pants not even past his thighs, he slammed into me in one thrust that had us both groaning.
We didn’t even make it all the way out of the kitchen. The force of his thrusts almost hurt, but he kept swiveling his hips and every strike had me seeing stars. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as I kissed him. The tangle of his tongue on mine as he mimicked the action of his body fucking me sent cries tearing from my throat.
I wasn’t quiet.
I didn’t want to be quiet.
And fuck knew, he wasn’t as he told me every damn thing he wanted to do to me in between drugging kisses that had me tipping over and coming hard around his cock. His grunt as I clamped down on him just made it all sweeter at the first hot rush of him coming. The release just spread warmth through my whole system, and we hung there, panting, a sheen of sweat on our skin and sticking together.
It was dirty, raw, and more than a little perfect. As soon as I got the ability to use my limbs again, I was going to suck him as deep into my throat as I could. I wanted him to come as many times as he’d made me today.
Heart hammering, I stroked my fingers through his hair as he nuzzled against my throat. There was cum running down my thighs, and I just didn’t care. He was still inside me, softening slowly. I ached in every delicious way possible.
Slowly, I dragged my eyes open and locked gazes with Coop over Archie’s shoulder. Hair askew, lips parted, and a hand over his own dick that poked out of his boxers, red-tipped and hard, he grinned slowly at me and mouthed a kiss.
I licked my lips, and then a laugh escaped. I couldn’t help it. It started out a chuckle, then turned into a cascade of giggles that had me flexing around Archie. He groaned at every squeeze until he eased out of me and leaned back to study my face. Then he glanced back to follow my gaze, and there was a long pause.
“Hey,” Coop said. “Good day?”
Archie turned back to me and cast his gaze up and then huffed out a laugh. “You know, I don’t even fucking care.” Then he kissed me again. “It’s a damn good day.”
I didn’t miss Coop’s little fist pump or the way his hand flexed on his dick. “Good to know.”
“Hey,” I said to Coop as Archie set me down slowly. I was still clinging because my legs were pure rubber.
“Hey, beautiful,” he answered me. There was definitely lust in his eyes, but also a lot of love. “Feeling good?”
“I feel amazing…and a little sweaty. I also need to go suck Archie off if he’ll let me.” Bold? Maybe. Coop’s eyebrows rose. “And if you want to wait with that,” I dipped my gaze down to his lap and then back up again, “I’ll totally take care of you too.”
Yep, I was feeling good.
He immediately let go of himself and dropped back on the sofa. Apparently, he’d been sprawled there when we came in. Slowly, it hit me the television was on and the cats were scattered around the room, all of them staring at us owlishly.
Huh.
I hadn’t even noticed.
“I can wait,” Coop said as Archie grinned at me.
“Where do you want me, babe?”
I laughed and, still on trembling legs, pushed him back to the wall. If he wasn’t going to complain about Coop watching, I wasn’t, and frissons of heat lit up my system as I could practically feel his gaze scalding me as I dropped to my knees. “Right here is good.” I glanced up, holding Archie’s gaze. Was this okay with him?
He gave me a slow nod, and then I gripped him. The sudden inhale of his breath promised me he was as sensitive as I was. Oh, this was going to be fun. It wasn’t until fifteen minutes later as I licked my lips and Archie looked as wrecked as I was that Coop cleared his throat.
“So…is it too soon to ask about how you did that thing with your hips?”
Chapter Seven
It Might Be Difficult
Back to school on Tuesday was kind of a surreal experience. Granted, the day before with Archie had been exactly what we both needed. There wasn’t even a protest when Coop crawled into bed after us, and while I wasn’t one hundred percent certain, I thought Archie had watched me give Coop the promised blowjob after our shower. I didn’t see him immediately afterward, but there was a look on Coop’s face that suggested he might have.
Honestly, I was just glad to spend the rest of the evening with them both and to fall asleep pressed right up between them after I talked to Jake and Ian on the phone. They were giving us the night, but we’d see them at breakfast. As promised, they were both there before we even got out of bed. In fact, Jake woke me with coffee that had Archie snarking that Jake was trying to steal his thunder.
The morning just escalated from there with playful one upmanship that kept me laughing all the way to school, and yes, we absolutely stopped for more coffee. I would never say no to two huge cups of coffee in the morning. We also had to get one for Rachel. Ian had new lyric sheets he’d been working on, and he brought me copies because we were going to the studio that night. Archie wanted to come and listen. Ian agreed, but Jake reminded Archie they had their own work to go.
“Secret project,” I intoned, and Archie flashed me a grin.
“Maybe.”
“Uh huh.”
But neither he nor Jake gave away anything in their expressions. Coop, however, flung an arm over my shoulder as he leaned back in his chair. “I think Bubba and I should continue work on our secret project. You want to help us with that, Frankie?”
I almost snorted my coffee out my nose when Ian said, “Agreed. You want to come and listen to us tonight? We can get to work on it right after.”
That earned me a pair of speculative looks, and I had to hide a grin as I took another sip of coffee. Though if today ended up like Sunday, I wasn’t sure how well I’d be walking the next day. Particularly after Monday.
I guessed I could call that my own experiment, so I just grinned. “Whatever you guys want to do,” I said, and that had Archie narrowing his eyes.
“Oh no,” Ian told him, squeezing my shoulders. “You don’t get to be demanding about our project if you’re not sharing yours.”
“Really?” Oh man, the light in Archie’s eyes had me half-laughing, half-groaning. “That sounds like a challenge to me.”
“My lips are sealed,” Coop informed him, yet he still wore an amused look as he stared at the pair of them. “As you both know.”
That’s when both of them focused on me. Jake and Archie both grinned. “And on that note, I have to talk to Rachel.”
Yes, I totally admit it, I escaped.
Well, fled. Yep, totally fled. Rachel was at a table three over from ours with a couple of other girls. One look at my face though, and she said, “Beat it.”
I slid into the chair next to hers, not even caring that I’d displaced these other girls.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing, everything. We need a girls’ night.”
She studied me for a beat and then slanted a look over her shoulder. I didn’t even need to turn to know she was looking at the guys. “Do I need to destroy someone?”
I
considered that for a minute. “Maybe, but not them. They’re perfect.”
The corners of her lips twitched as she focused on me. “I just threw up in my mouth a little.”
Laughter escaped. “Sorry, Rach, they are perfect.”
“Fine, fine. When do you want to plot this other person’s demise?”
“Maybe tomorrow?” I had plans that night.
Rachel grimaced. “Okay, I have a sort of date. I can cancel…”
“You will not,” I told her. “And what’s a sort of date? I thought I was the only one who ‘sort of’ dated?”
With a snort, Rachel shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. Chicks before dicks.” Almost as soon as the words left her mouth though, she made another face, and I couldn’t help grinning.
“You’re going to tell me about him.”
“There’s nothing to tell really, yet. I promise. We’re just…exploring the waters. Dipping a toe in, as it were.”
I raised my brows. “It’s okay if you like dick too.”
“Ugh. Says the girl with four of them to juggle and doesn’t let a little vag in on the action.”
Okay, I’d spent way too much time with Archie because I burst out laughing. “My vag sees a lot of action.”
That earned me a full-on smirk. “Details or it didn’t happen.”
“Bite me.” But we were both grinning.
“Bare it and share it,” she dared me.
Man, I loved Rachel. “You’re going to tell me, you know you will.”
“Maybe,” she said and toasted me with her coffee. “Or maybe I’ll make you beg for it.”
It was such an Archie line I choked on my own drink. “I’ll find a way to make you talk.”
“I can’t wait.”
Still, despite the ease of the morning, some of the good cheer fled as the day plodded on. The guys were in full-on “distract Frankie” mode. I had make-up work from the classes I’d missed the day before, and there was a lot of talk about the upcoming AP exams. How weird was it to be talking about spring break too?
At lunch, Archie showed me the notice for prom tickets going on sale with a smug little smile. The theme was cheesy as hell—fairy tale. Well, enchanted forest, but still. I definitely had a dress to go for it. Also, the nomination form for prom king and queen was up. Only seniors were allowed to be nominated.
