Archer: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel

by Rae B. Lake

  “I know, but he is. He’s tall, even taller than you. Dark hair, dark eyes, cat-like. His hair is cut military short on the sides but the top he lets grow out, very neat but a little bit wild. Full lips, gorgeous tan complexion, and not the type that fake tans but the type that gets a tan from out working in the sun all day. He is from Louisiana originally, so he speaks with a Cajun accent sometimes but for the most part, you would never know. But the one part of him I can’t seem to get out of my head is his hands.” I closed my eyes and let the vision of those hands pop into my mind. I was a bit obsessed with them.

  “His hands? Well that is good, usually when you can pinpoint one precise thing you know you got it bad.” Nika scooted in a bit more and rested her chin on her hand waiting for me to continue.

  “It’s like his hands are perfect. Not small, not big, not too rough not too soft. I just want to feel them touch me. I want him to hold me. I want them.” I let out a sigh and opened my eyes. Both of the girls were staring at me. I ducked my head down slightly a bit embarrassed that I was going into so much detail with them. “Anyway, as I said, I didn’t think I had a chance but then today he offered to give me a ride home, and he asked for my phone number. I don’t know if that’s because he was interested in me or just him being polite.” I looked to Nika to see if she had any input but before she could say anything Mallory began to laugh. A loud obnoxious laugh.

  I turned my head to her, clearly missing the joke. “What?”

  “Girl, you can’t be serious? You think this man wants you just because he dropped you off and asked for your number?” She rolled her eyes and continued, “If he wanted you he would have stayed, he would have called. I mean honestly, he probably didn’t even think you liked men. You dress like a boy, nothing you own flatters your shape. I mean for goodness sake I have seen you come home from Target with clothes. Really? From how you describe him he seems like he is at least halfway hot, so what would he want with someone like you? You’re awkward, too short, too thin, and a virgin to boot! What are you going to do with a man? You make me laugh!” Mallory slapped her knee and laughed some more.

  I wouldn’t cry but it hurt so bad to think that I was just fooling myself. How could I think that I was even in the same league as someone like Archer? “Yeah, you’re right. I was just over here dreaming. He probably was just doing what he had to for work.”

  “I mean we could still try to get him.” Nika raised her hand and fluffed my hair a bit, “Your hair is always to die for, maybe a bit of concealer and foundation to cover up all these freckles, a nice tight dress, you can’t walk in heels so maybe some cute flats. Get him over here for some drinks, who knows.” She rubbed my arm in consolation.

  “Nah, it's OK. I just wanted to know if I was reading too much into it.”

  “Ah duh!” Mallory said snobbishly from the other side of the closet no longer paying me any attention.

  I let them both go back to picking out the outfits that they were going to wear for the night. By eleven-thirty, I was too tired from pretending that I was happy to watch them, so I excused myself and went to bed. That is where I had been since, desperately trying to go to sleep and not dream of Archer and his gorgeous hands.

  Around dawn, I still hadn’t slept more than a few hours so when I heard the commotion downstairs I was already awake. I figured it was one of the men that either Nika or Mallory met at that party they had just come from.

  I heard one of them walking up the stairs to my area and was hoping that they wouldn’t ask me to come down and entertain. I really wouldn’t have an excuse besides the fact I was sleep and since I would be up to say that I didn’t have an excuse.

  Nika peeked her head into my room, when she saw that I was awake she walked all the way in.

  “So, there is a fine ass man here to see you.” She smiled big.

  “What?” I blinked at her not understanding what she was talking about. Did she bring a man home for me along with the men they brought for themselves?

  “Some man is here looking for you, I didn’t get his name, but he actually looks like the man you were describing earlier. Mallory is upset she couldn’t sink her teeth into him.” Nika gave a giggle. “He looks a bit messed up though like he was in a fight or something.”

  There was no way, they had to be messing with me. Instead of asking any more questions I rushed to throw on my slippers and followed Nika downstairs. I could have fainted when I saw Archer standing by the door looking a little worse for the wear.

  “Oh my god, Archer what are you doing here?” I all but ran over to him, I didn’t glance at the clock but I knew it was early. “Wait, what happened to your face?”

  I heard Nika comment on his name but I didn’t have time to acknowledge her, I wanted to figure out what Archer was doing here and if he needed anything.

  “Yeah, about that. I’ve had a strange night. I had someone break into my home and steal my things. I was going to go to a hotel but…”

  Someone broke into his house? I was instantly scared for him. I knew that the girls wouldn’t mind if he stayed with me the night. “Nonsense, you can stay the night with me.” I tried not to show how nervous I was, he could have turned me down and that would have been so embarrassing. When he didn’t respond right away I was sure he was actually going to.

  “Why? I mean I am grateful but…”

  He stopped talking then and was staring over my shoulder when I turned I could see the girls just looking at him. Like they were looking at a monkey in a zoo, wide-eyed and full of wonder.

  “Ah, come with me. We can talk upstairs.” I grabbed his hand and led the way to my room. I knew we would have some privacy up there at least.

  Archer let out a strong sigh when we made it to the room, “Daria, you barely know me. Why would you do this for me?”

  “Archer, you are completely correct, I have known you all of three seconds but there is something about you that I know that I can trust. I have spent my life around liars and cheaters, manipulators and people who cared more about a score in a game than my happiness but you, you have been with me through the darkest moments of my life and I know that I can trust you.” I smiled at him, trying to put him at ease. I didn’t want him to think that he was forcing me to do this or anything like that.

  “I appreciate that Daria, I really do.”

  There was still silence in the room and I watched his eyes dart from me to the bed and back again. Oh crap, I brought him to my bedroom! I didn’t even realize what my bringing him to my room was implying but I knew I had to try to save face right away. I didn’t want him to think that I was trying to get laid or something.

  “Well then, it’s settled. You can stay for the night, or rather the rest of the day and then the night. Whatever.” I giggled and looked down, “You can stay as long as you need.”

  “Are you sure? What about your roommates aren’t they going to bitch?”

  “No, they’re always out and when they do come home most of the time it’s with a man anyway.”

  “Is that so? Don’t you think that is a little dangerous? I mean they were just going to just let me walk into your room before when you were sleeping. I could have been anyone.”

  He asked and although I really believed that they wouldn’t ever do anything that would intentionally bring me harm it couldn’t hurt to have a little talk with them about it.

  After figuring out that there was no way that he could have fit on the love seat to sleep and him all but telling me straight out that Nika and Mallory were not his type, we decided that he would be okay sleeping on the floor. I had a bunch of comforters that would make it a bit softer for him and a bunch of throw pillows. We talked for hours and before I knew it, it was already midday. He got up once to make a phone call and whoever was on the line seemed to be very upset. I didn’t ask him any questions about it though.

  I tried to just leave it alone and remember what the girls had told me earlier about my lack of experience and beauty, but I was feeling some
thing and I just had to know for sure that he wasn’t. Even if it meant getting laughed at again. I only hoped he would still remain my friend afterward.

  “Archer, can I ask you a personal question?

  “Absolutely.”

  “Not that I am complaining or anything like that but are you taking a special interest in me? I mean do you treat every one of your PTSD group members the way you treat me?” I was sure he was going to laugh at any minute.

  “No, you are indeed special.”

  “I thought so. Are you married or anything like that?”

  “No.”

  “Are you dating someone or something like that?”

  There had to be a reason, something to explain why he was interested in me. Someone like him could have any woman that he wanted.

  “No.”

  I sat up slightly in the bed trying to think of another excuse, a way to combine what the girls said to what he was saying to me now. Nothing fit. When he rose up on his knees, he actually caught me off guard I was so engrossed in my own mind.

  “I think you are one of the most beautiful women that I have ever met inside and out, I spend so much time with you not because I have to but because my life is better for knowing you. Don’t you see how god damn perfect you are.”

  He was telling the truth; I could see it. Oh my god. He likes me!

  “Can I return the favor? Ask you a personal question?”

  “Sure, what’s up?”

  “Have you had many boyfriends?”

  “No.”

  “Have you had many lovers?”

  “No.” Oh, now that he knows about me being a virgin he isn’t going to want anything to do with me. Crap, I know I should have just given it up in high school. I looked away from him, I didn’t want to see the disappointment or humor in his eyes. I didn’t want him to look at me like I was no longer worthy. I didn’t want…

  *Tssst*

  What the hell was that? Everything in my head cleared and I waited for him to say whatever he needed to. Usually, once the cogs in my head started, it took a long time for me to come back to reality. Something about that sound made me stop.

  “You will not be ashamed by the fact that you are pure. Hold your head high.”

  “Really? You don’t think it’s strange that I have never…I mean most women have had several partners by the time they are my age. I mean you don’t think that I’m weird?”

  He smiled a little. “No, I think that’s perfect. You’re perfect just the way you are.”

  I laid back down on my bed believing him. I drifted off into the most blissful sleep I ever had.

  Chapter 18

  “Brother, this crazy, if there is anyone in the club that understands the importance of their woman it’s me. But you’re putting yourself at risk. It’s like you’re going rogue here. Is that what’s happening?” Wire asked.

  I could hear the tension he was feeling through the phone, there was a full lockdown happening at the clubhouse and the directive from Prez was that no one would be allowed out. They had been trying to get me to come back since I called Wire that first night, but I was more concerned with Daria’s well-being. She wasn’t my ol’ lady, so I wouldn’t be able to bring her inside once I went in. This was the only answer that I could come up with. I had no choice. I had to be with Daria.

  “No Wire, you’re all still my family and I would never turn my back on family but I have to see this through. I can’t leave any stone unturned. I will deal with the repercussions when I get home. In the meantime, if you need me to do anything on the outside, let me know. I’ll get it done.”

  “We know you will.” With that Wire hung up the phone. No pleasantries.

  I walked back into the small kitchen area where Daria was making us dinner.

  “I didn’t have much in the cupboards, but I was able to whip together some mini shepherd pies. They are a little messy but yummy, I hope you don’t mind.” Daria asked as she looked at me over her shoulder.

  “Not at all.” I sat at the table watching her work at the stove. Every stir of the pot, every reach to the top shelf had me trying to keep a tight rein on my control. It had been a long time since I had wanted anyone the way that I wanted Daria, but I was trying to stay on my best behavior.

  “Great, here,” She walked over to me with a cooking spoon in her hand. As she bent over near my face, I tried my best to keep my eyes from drifting down the front of her shirt. “Taste the mash, let me know if you want it with more cheese.”

  I took a small bite of the food, it was good, but I was more interested in the way Daria was focused on my mouth. I took extra care to let a small bit of the mash potatoes fall on my lips. I used the pad of my thumb to slowly wipe it up. “That was delicious.”

  “Delicious. Yes.” Her eyes followed the motion of my finger, she was completely transfixed on my hands.

  “You want some?”

  “Hmm?” Her eyes blinked, and she looked into my eyes. Trying to get out of the fog.

  Fuck this, I want to play.

  I walked over to the pot and turned off the flame. I got another smaller spoon and took a nice size helping of the potatoes and began to walk back towards her. She backed up until her butt bumped into the table, and she had nowhere left to go. She didn’t protest or ask what I was doing. She just kept her eyes glued to my lips as I blew on the hot food to cool it down.

  “I asked if you wanted some?” I placed the spoon near her mouth and waited for her to either take a bite or to tell me to back off. I smiled as she opened her mouth and let the spoon enter her delicate plump lips. She took a small amount but was too quick, a small dot of mash potato fell off the spoon and hit her right on the top of her chest close to her collar bone.

  “Oh, now that won’t do, this is too good to go to waste. Don’t you agree?” I asked leaning forward slightly closer to her ear but not quite touching her.

  “Yes.” She replied, the blush a bright red on her cheeks and arms. She was gripping the table tightly as if she were worried she’d fall down at any minute.

  “Allow me then.” I leaned down slowly, always ready for her to tell me to back off but knowing within myself that she wouldn’t. I let my tongue dart out skillfully and licked the little dollop of food off her. It was a quick motion but one that would only lead in one direction. She let out a little moan when I made contact with her skin and now I wanted to hear more of it. I wanted to make her moan even louder.

  “Tell me something, sweet girl, do you want me?” A redundant question because I could see her nipples tightening up as I spoke. I knew she did but I wanted her to say it.

  “God yes. More than anything.”

  “I want you to tell me exactly what you want.”

  Her eyes dropped down and she began to fidget slightly.

  “Eyes up.” There was not an ounce of playfulness in my tone that time. I let my dominant side shine through and just as I thought, she submitted instantly.

  “I want you to tell me exactly what you want, do it now.”

  “I want to eat off your fingers.”

  It was a strange request but I didn’t let it show on my face, I had been asked for stranger things. I scooped the remainder of the mashed potatoes off the spoon with my index finger and held it out to her. Her little hands trembled as they reached up to grab mine. “Is it ok?” She was asking permission without me having to tell her. I loved it.

  “You may.”

  She lowered my hand to her mouth and almost delicately licked every morsel off my hand. She was thoroughly enjoying it and according to my rock hard dick so was I. That was extremely unusual for me. I was a hard and fast kind of man, this soft and sweet shit was not something I subscribed to but if it would get her to moan like she was doing just from licking my fingers, I would be as soft as she wanted me to be.

  “I love your hands. I have been fantasizing about doing that for a while now.” She admitted still looking me in the eye.

  Now I understood her request.r />
  “Shall we see how else my hands can please you?”

  “Yes.”

  I grabbed a hold of her beautiful hair and tilted her head to the side, I trailed soft kisses up her neck and bit slightly on her ear lobe. She hissed out at the minuscule amount of pain but then melted even further into my grasp. “Have you been thinking about my hands on your body?” I whispered in her ear followed by a soft kiss behind it I slowly moved to the other side of her head using my nose to trail her face. “Did you want to have my hands buried inside you?” I bit the other earlobe making sure to kiss behind it as I had on the first side. She whimpered slightly and tried to put her hands around my neck. I stopped her before she could. “Keep your hands on the table. You are not allowed to touch me. Understand?”

  There was no answer, I tightened my grip in her hair. She hissed at the bite of pain. “Do you understand, ma chérie?”

  “Yes. I understand.”

  I loosened my grip and kissed her lightly on the lips. “Good girl. You do what I ask and I will please you more than you ever thought possible.”

  I wanted more of her lips but I had to keep my composure. If I let myself go too much I was sure I would be deflowering her right on this small table and that is not what she deserved. I kissed her again. Taking care to taste her lips one at a time, feeling the weight of them between my lips, licking the smoother inside part and sucking on the rigid outer part.

  “Oh Archer, take me, please.” She pleaded as she leaned her head from side to side granting me access, but she still never took her hands from the table.

  “I will do as I please. The only options you have is to either allow me to do whatever I want or tell me to stop. What is your choice.” I pulled back.

  “No, no no, don’t stop. I will wait. I can wait.”

  She was desperate and even though I kept my facade perfectly in place on my face so was I. I don’t ever remember ever being so turned on in my life. I could feel the precum gathering at the head of my cock, I was so fucking ready.