Echo (Archer's Creek Book 1)

by Gemma Weir

  Puck’s got his hand on her leg.

  She’s not mine to protect, but I don’t fight the instinct.

  He doesn’t get to touch her.

  I want her to belong to me. I want to claim her and have her claim me back.

  The red mist descends.

  He doesn’t get to breathe the same air as her.

  She’s. Mine.

  Creepy guy’s hand touches my thigh and a cold sense of dread radiates through me. I go to push him off, when I see Echo ploughing through the crowded room, shoving people out of his way as he storms across the room. Seconds later, he looms over us, his body tense, fists clenched.

  Echo explodes, dragging creepy guy from the sofa and slamming him into the wall, holding him in place by his neck. Anger morphs Echo’s beautiful face and twists it into a furious mask.

  From the corner of my eye, I see Smoke leap over the bar and rush towards us. His arms wrap around me carefully and lift me from the sofa, pulling me against his chest.

  All eyes turn to Echo, his voice booming in the now quietened room. “You don’t fucking touch her,” he bellows.

  I pull my head from Smoke’s chest and slowly turn towards Echo. His body is tense, the muscles in his neck and biceps bulging as he keeps the guy pinned against the wall.

  Smoke’s arms are banded around me, and I’m unable to move, but I clearly hear Echo’s words. “You touch her again, and I’ll fucking kill you.”

  Echo releases his hold and creepy guy slumps to the floor, his hands rubbing at his neck. Echo turns to face me. Smoke’s arms immediately lift from around me, and he steps away, coldness replacing his comforting body heat.

  Echo stands in front of me, chest heaving. Our eyes meet, and his anger seems to bleed from him. His shoulders slowly relax and warmth returns to his face. He steps towards, me and I struggle to breathe.

  “Livvy,” he murmurs. My friends all call me Lil or Liv, but never Livvy.

  His eyes compel me to go to him, and I feel a physical pull. “Livvy.” His voice is a command, demanding my obedience.

  Silently, I stare at him. I’m frozen, unable to move towards him, but unwilling to walk away. He steps closer. Lust and triumph flare in his eyes when his firm grip wraps around my hand, and I’m pulled into his chest. He reaches up to my face, and the backs of his fingers carefully stroke my cheek.

  He bends, his arms circle my waist, and then I’m lifted into the air and hoisted up and over his shoulder. The room explodes in a cacophony of whoops and cheers as Echo carries me out of the room.

  Echo takes me down a corridor and into a bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind us. My feet hit the ground, and shock and leftover adrenaline pours through me. “What the bloody hell was that?” His eyes bore holes into me, but he remains silent. “Echo, seriously, what the fuck was that?”

  He strides towards me. The muscles in his arms and shoulders bulge, and his barely restrained anger seems to make his whole body tense. I retreat from his fury, but he pursues me till I’m backed against the wall and his body holds me prisoner. My nipples harden in anticipation. His fist wraps into my curls, pulling hard and forcing me to look at him. My skin tingles; my instinct to run battles with a desperate desire to get closer.

  Then he touches me.

  His thumb caresses the pulse point in my neck before his fingers spread wide, encircling my throat. “Sugar, didn’t I tell you to watch how you speak to me?” he growls.

  My mouth drops open. Of all the things he could have said, I wasn’t expecting him to scold me.

  His mouth twists into a snarl. “Pucks a sick motherfucker. I’ll fucking kill him if he ever touches you again.”

  His thumb traces my bottom lip before dipping into my mouth. Closing my lips around it, I instinctively lave it with my tongue before sucking lightly.

  “I didn’t like him touching you,” he admits angrily.

  All the air pushes out of me in a shocked exhale. His fingers trail slowly down my neck and over my collarbone before finally drifting across the swell of my breast.

  “I didn’t like them watching you.” His southern drawl drips like honey. I push my thighs together, desperate to ease the ache in my pulsing sex. “I don’t share.” His voice rumbles through me, and my panties flood with arousal. “None of them can have you.” The possessiveness and jealousy in his voice does something to me, and I vibrate with need.

  His fingers edge under the top of my dress, slowly pulling the fabric down. My rock-hard nipples tingle, and I arch my back, pushing my breasts closer to him and silently begging for his touch. He leans forward and wraps his lips around my eager nipple and scraps his teeth against the sensitive tip. I groan in agonised pleasure.

  “You’re mine,” he whispers. His fingers press against my stomach and he guides me to face the wall. “Hands flat, don’t move.”

  The dimly lit room is silent except for my ragged breath. Glancing over my shoulder, I see the flash of desire in Echo’s eyes before he sinks to the floor. I can’t see him, but his body heat surrounds me. His palms warm the skin on the backs on my ankles, scorching a path up my legs as he slowly glides his hands towards my arse.

  Rough hands edge my dress up, and cool air wafts across the exposed skin. Echo rises from the floor, and he pushes between my shoulder blades, forcing me to bend at the waist. His large thigh parts my legs till I’m spread wide. My skin tingles in anticipation.

  “Don’t move.” His voice is rough and uncompromising. Sinking back down to the floor, he presses his face into my pussy, and I gasp with need. His groan makes my legs shudder, and arousal drips down my thighs.

  “Sugar, you smell like the best kind of trouble.” His fingers trace a line down my panties. “So wet. This all for me?”

  Nodding, I moan when his wet tongue circles my clit through the lace of my underwear. Echo rips the sides of my thong, and cold air engulfs my pussy. The sensation intensifies as he blows across my lips, making my flushed sex tingle with anticipation.

  “Look at this pretty little pussy. You’re practically purring at me. I can see your cum just running out of you. Ask me to taste you, baby.” His voice is raw and pure desire.

  “Oh God,” I gasp wantonly.

  His hot breath brushes against my pussy. He’s so close, the warm air heats my sensitive skin as he speaks. “Ask me to taste you, sugar. Beg me.”

  I shake my head. Even in my desperation, the words won’t come. He spanks a sharp slap against the soft skin of my bare arse, and sparks of heat shock my nerve endings.

  “You want me to touch you, don’t you?” he questions.

  I nod furiously. My legs sag as Echo runs his finger from my arsehole all the way to my clit, stroking but not causing enough friction to make me feel good. His hand connects with my arse again. I flinch against the sting, but arch and push back into his hand for him to do it again.

  “Sugar, do you need me to take a firm hand with you? You like it when I spank you, don’t you?” He growls the words.

  His rough touch soothes the red handprint on my arse, and I shout, “Oh God. Yes, I like it.”

  Finally, he pushes a finger inside me. “I can tell, baby. You’re so wet. Every time I tell you to do something, you gush again.” He adds another finger, slowly pushing in and pulling out. Reaching up, he grasps a handful of my hair before pulling sharply, dragging my head up and back. His fingers increase their tempo till my hips push back, meeting his hand thrust for thrust.

  Echo leans over me till his body surrounds me. “Oh yeah, sugar, you like it when I pull your hair. Your cum’s dripping off my hand.”

  A third finger pushes into me. I pant with desire, my legs shaking, and my orgasm rushes to the surface. His voice in my ear whispers, “Come on, Livvy, let me hear you.” He bites down on the soft skin where my shoulder meets my neck, and pleasure hits me like a bomb. My legs buckle, and I scream.

  Aftershocks pulse through me, and I gulp air as my heartbeat slows. Echo turns me to face him and cups my chee
ks in his large hands. He leans in, kissing me gently. His touch is reverent, almost adoring, and so unexpected.

  His hands run down my sides to the bottom of my dress. Slowly, he drags it up and over my head before dropping it to the floor. My bra is added to the pile, and then his ravenous eyes rake my naked form.

  “On your knees, sugar.” It’s an order, and something in his face warns me to comply. Desperate for him, I eagerly drop, my knees hitting the cold tile floor. His gaze is focussed on me. There’s softness in his eyes when his fingers reach out to trace the side of my face and jaw.

  He slowly removes his jeans, and the clicking of his zip echoes in the silence. When his cock springs free, my mouth waters at its thickness. His velvety long length frames the drop of cum shimmering at the head. Echo wraps his hand around it, stroking up and down as I lick my lips.

  One hand on his cock, he grabs a handful of my hair, tugging me towards his waiting dick. “Open up, sugar, I need to get a feel of that dirty little mouth of yours.” I wrap my lips around his thick girth and sink down onto him till he hits the back of my throat.

  He tugs sharply on my hair and pulls himself free of my mouth. “Easy, sugar. You’re gonna make me come if you carry on like that.”

  I smile and focus on his hard cock. I lick up the length of him and circle the tip with my tongue, tasting the drops of cum that appear. Opening wide, I take as much of him as I can into my mouth, sucking on the way down, then teasing with a gentle scrape of my teeth on the way back up.

  “Jesus,” he groans.

  I relax my throat. Fighting my gag reflex and breathing through my nose, I swallow as much of his pulsating cock as possible. The rush of desire shocks me, and I squirm, pushing my thighs together.

  “So good.” His encouragement urges me to suck harder, pushing him to lose control. “Fuck.” The single word is a plea. His hands tangle in my hair, controlling my movement. Forcing his cock deep into my throat, he holds it there before pulling back and thrusting deep again.

  His grip on my hair tightens, and a spark of desire pulses through me. The hint of pain makes the ache between my legs intensify. I reach down to my pussy and sigh in delight as my fingertip scrapes my clit.

  “No.” There’s no mistaking his order in that single word, and instantly stilling, I tilt my eyes up to look at him.

  My mouth still full of his cock, I swirl my tongue around the head, making him growl in response. Holding my head, he pushes till he hits the back of my throat. My eyes water as his cock fills my airway. His tight grip holds me still. Then, yanking my hair, he pulls out of my mouth completely.

  I blink up at him, and our gazes lock as he speaks. “On the bed, sugar.”

  Fuck.

  The sight of her on her knees with my cock buried in her mouth almost had me blowing my load straight down her throat. I’ve had a lot of blowjobs, but never one that almost brought me to my knees. She’s the perfect fucking contradiction, sweet as hell but a dirty little bitch too.

  When her fingers went to her pussy, I had to make her stop. Because if she’s gonna be touching herself, then I plan to be fucking watching, but with a much better view.

  She did exactly what I told her to do. Fuck, she got off on being ordered around. The more demanding I got, the wetter she got.

  Livvy pushes off her knees and slowly rises. My cock jerks when I get the full image. Crazy hair, pouty lips, and those fucking eyes that I just want to stare into. Perfect perky tits and rosy pink nipples, hard and waiting to be bitten. Her bare pussy glistening with arousal.

  She’s all mine, ready and desperate for me, and I already know once isn’t gonna be enough with her. I don’t know what the fuck it is, but something about Livvy is pulling me in.

  I want to own her.

  Touch every inch of her skin.

  Ruin her for other men.

  I sound like a fucking psycho!

  It must be her British accent. Maybe that’s why she’s driving me fucking crazy. I just need to fuck her till I get bored. And I will; I always do.

  I don’t want an old lady; I don’t do commitment.

  But then one look at Livvy and I’m all in. I want to owe her and claim her as mine. I want to protect her and look after her.

  I want it all with her.

  I don’t try to fight my response to his command; I want to do what he tells me to.

  “Olivia, get that wet pussy on the bed so I can fuck you till you scream,” he growls. I scramble onto the bed and lie back on the pillows. He follows till he’s hovering above me, and I hear the familiar rustle of a condom wrapper being ripped open. His eyes lock with mine, and then his cock slams into me.

  “Arghhh,” I scream. The force of his thrusts push me up the bed, and I brace my hands against the headboard. I let my eyes fall closed and bask in the sensation of pain and pleasure mingling together.

  “Eyes,” he demands. His voice is gruff, and I force my eyelids to open. He waits till I focus and our gazes lock. “I own your pleasure, sugar. I want to watch you fall apart.”

  He grabs my legs and wraps them around his back. I cross my ankles and hold on tight as he sets a punishing pace. His huge dick stretches me. I’ve never felt so full. Every time he pulls back and thrusts in, I shudder as his rigid length drags across my heightened nerve endings.

  “Oh God,” I groan. My orgasm starts to rise, and I can’t keep my eyes open. My whole body tenses, poised for the explosion of pleasure.

  “Eyes,” he barks again through gritted teeth. His voice intensifies everything. My eyelids flutter open.

  The sensation rises from my toes and up through my body till ecstasy rips out of me. “Ahhhh,” I shout, my orgasm exploding from me on a desperate cry.

  Never slowing his tempo, Echo pulls my legs from his waist and drapes them over his shoulders. “Fuck, sugar, I’m there. I want you with me.” His voice is rough, and in this position, he’s buried so deep in me I feel every ridge of his cock as he moves.

  “Come on, sugar, one more,” he orders.

  I shake my head, my body languid after the orgasms he’s already given me. His ocean-green eyes harden, never breaking our connection. “No, no, no, no,” I chant. He laughs, slapping my arse then thrusting harder and deeper into me. My body comes to life again, and I tense all over. His orgasm rips through him, and I scream, sending us over the edge together.

  Holy fucking shit, I thought I knew what good sex was. I was wrong!

  My heart’s beating wildly in my chest, and I struggle to breathe. I can’t tear my eyes from her. Her wild hair spreads across my chest, and her hot, sticky body is sprawled on top of me.

  I should be rolling her off me and kicking her out. But instead, I’m staring at her and hoping I never have to let her go.

  She isn’t the type of woman you fuck and fuck off. She’s the woman that you spend your whole life fighting to keep.

  Maybe it’s time for me to start fighting.

  My head rests on Echo’s chest, both of us panting and sweaty.

  Silent.

  My heart races, thudding in my chest. Do I regret this?

  Every inch of my skin tingles, and I fight the urge to scratch to prolong the amazing sensation. Slowly, I open my eyes and see the endless tattooed chest beneath my head. His arms are wrapped tightly around my shoulders, our legs entwined, and my head lifts and falls with his steady breaths.

  I break the silence. “Tell me about your tattoos.”

  A light chuckle vibrates from his chest. “What do you want to know, sugar?”

  “I don’t care, anything. Which was your first one?”

  He starts to move, but I wrap myself tightly around his arm, stopping him. “I’m comfy, don’t move. Just tell me.”

  His fingers draw patterns across my back, and I feel him inhale deeply before he speaks. “I got my first tattoo when I was seventeen. It’s a protection rune.”

  “Where is it?”

  “On my left shoulder.”

  My hands trace
the lines of the tattoos that cover his chest, absentmindedly following the patterns. “What about the others, do they all have meaning.”

  Echo laughs. “No, a few are just ‘cause they’re badass.”

  “They’re beautiful.” Relaxed, my muscles melt into him, and I yawn. We fall silent again, my fingers swirling over his skin. I tilt my head to look at him, and I see his eyes are closed.

  He’s asleep.

  I take a moment to stare at his beautiful face and the stubble that coats his cheeks and chin. Awake, he’s dangerous and potent. Asleep, he’s rugged perfection.

  I close my eyes and pull in a deep breath. I don’t want to move.

  I stare at him, and pretend I can stay curled up with him till he wakes up and we can start again. But I can’t. This is a one-night stand, a beautiful holiday memento that I’ll never forget but refuse to tarnish with the awkward morning after. So with renewed vigour, I lean down and drop a gentle kiss on his chest, then start to untangle myself.

  Slowly, I squirm and wiggle, pausing every few seconds, until I’m free of Echo’s arms. As quietly as possible, I grab my dress and throw on my clothes.

  Boots in hand, I stand by the door. I can’t resist one last look.

  I commit the scene to memory. Echo sprawled naked, fast asleep on his rumpled sheets. He’ll be the standard all guys will be measured up against from now on.

  As I leave, I whisper, “Goodbye, Echo.”

  Then shut the door silently behind me.

  I stretch my arms and search for Livvy’s warm, luscious body. The sheets are cold and my bed’s empty. My eyes snap open. Anger builds in my chest as I walk to the bathroom, but it’s empty too.

  She’s gone.

  I rake my hands through my hair. “That fucking bitch!” I shout.

  I’ve hit it and quit it too many fucking times to mention. But I’m the one that kicks out clinging whores. I’ve never had a fucking woman disappear in the middle of the night.

  It’s good that she’s gone.

  Fuck, I don’t want to give the “It was fun but I don’t want an old lady” speech.