Echo (Archer's Creek Book 1)

by Gemma Weir

  We don’t talk, but every touch, every kiss reminds me that I belong to him. He brands me again and again, his claim so natural now it’s second nature. His lips release mine, and breathlessly I stare up at him, desperately willing him to lift me up and take me to bed.

  A voice shatters the sexual intensity the binds us together. “So this is your old lady then, Echo. Fuck, I never thought I’d see the day.” We turn towards the voice, and I lean back to see the man it belongs to. Silver hair frames a masculine face that’s weathered but incredibly handsome. His trimmed beard reveals full lips and neck tattoos disappearing below his shirt.

  “Livvy, this is Blade,” Echo says.

  I stand and reach out, offering him my hand to shake. Blade’s firm grip holds me while he assesses me from head to toe. Uncomfortable with his touch and his blatant perusal of me, I try to pull my hand back, but he refuses to release me. Still holding me, his other hand reaches out and strokes my cheek, slowly moving lower as he speaks. “Such a pretty thing, we like to share here in the Sinners, so how ’bout I get you next.”

  I cringe at Blade’s words and tug at my hand. I start to speak, to demand he fuck off and stop fucking touching me, but Echo speaks first. “She’s mine,” he snarls. Echo’s voice is hard and full of authority. He moves purposefully, stepping between me and Blade, forcing him to release me. Echo pushes me behind him and pulls himself to his full height, towering over Blade menacingly. “Mine, Blade, you understand that? You might be the VP, but I’ll fucking slit your throat if you ever put your hands on my woman again. We clear?”

  I huge smile splits Blade’s face, changing his appearance completely. “Echo, I’m playing with you, brother. I heard you threatened to kill Puck the other night. I needed to see how deep you are for her. Old lady isn’t a title we give out on a whim,” Blade says seriously.

  Echo nods, his shoulders still tense. He moves back, curling his arm around my neck protectively. I peer at Blade; his smile’s gentle and focused on me. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, that was a fucking shitty thing for me to do. But you understand, I had to know if you were just a fuck. I’ve known Echo for a long time, and he’s never hinted at wanting an old lady. I needed to know if this was real. Now I do. Welcome to the Sinners,” Blade says.

  Blade’s behaviour sets me on edge, and I wonder who else is going to question my sudden promotion to old lady. I don’t know if Blade was being a dick as a test for Echo, or for me, but I feel antsy and worked up. Blade’s words and actions have provoked Echo as well, and he’s more possessive than ever. We lounge on a sofa, and I sit in his lap. His hands touch me constantly; holding me tight, he reinforces his ownership of me to everyone in the room.

  Before I met Echo, I would have punched a guy for saying he owned me. But here in Archer’s Creek in the Sinners’ world, it’s different. Being Echo’s makes me feel safe and cherished. In this world, his claim isn’t derogatory. It’s an honour.

  Blade’s presence changes the dynamic of the room. The senior officers all gravitate towards him, and soon we’re sitting with Blade, the vice president, Marley, the road captain, and Sleaze, the sergeant-at-arms.

  “Echo, I’ve got to get to work,” I say. He pulls me in for a quick kiss and nods.

  “Okay, sugar, go get your shit, and I’ll take you.”

  Reluctantly moving from the warmth of his arms, I shake my head. “No need. You stay here, and I’ll call a cab,” I say.

  Echo stands quickly and steps closer, crowding me. “I said I’ll take you.”

  A wave of frustration consumes me, and I snap at my overprotective man. “Echo, I’m more than capable of taking a fucking cab. I did it for years before I met you.”

  A dark scowl crosses his face. I back away slowly, but he stalks me, grabbing my hand and hauling me in to his hard chest. “I don’t give a flying fuck what you did before we met. If I say I’ll take you to fucking work, then I’ll take you to fucking work. Do you understand?”

  Anger clouds my judgement, and I shove at him. “No, I don’t fucking understand. You’re being a stubborn idiot. I don’t need a bloody babysitter.”

  Strong arms wrap around my waist and haul me into the air, leaving me hanging upside down over his shoulder. “Echo, what the fuck!” I scream.

  He strides a few yards then drops me to the floor before quickly spinning me around and forcing me to bend over with my chest pinned to a table. His body cages me in, his weight holding me down. “Echo, get off me,” I demand.

  “Fuck no, sugar, you’re gonna stay right here while we sort this out. Who do you belong to, Livvy?” he questions, his voice dominant and full of annoyance.

  I groan in frustration and push back against him, but he’s in complete control and I can’t move. “Who. Do. You. Belong. To?” His angry voice growls next to my ear, his hard cock rubbing against my arse. “Livvy, you need me to fuck the answer out of you again?”

  I refuse to speak, trying to find purchase with my hands. “Livvy, last chance before I pull down your jeans and fuck you till you remember who owns you,” he threatens.

  “Argggh, you do.”

  His sharp teeth sink into my neck and bite me. I feel a stab of pain then his tongue licking the marks, soothing my skin. “That’s right, I own you. You’re my fucking woman, mine to care for, mine to worship, mine to protect. I take that fucking seriously. So when I say I’m gonna take you to fucking work, it’s ’cause I’m gonna take you to fucking work. You get me?”

  Reluctantly, I nod. “Thank fuck for that. Now go get your shit, you’re gonna be late,” he says.

  His weight moves from my back, freeing me, and I push my hands against the table and start to rise when his hand smacks against my arse in a punishing thwack. “Owwwww,” I shout and rub my sore arse cheek.

  His amused voice whispers in my ear. “I think you might need a good spanking, sugar, remind you who’s in control here. Fuck, I can’t wait to take you across my knee and turn your ass red.” I shudder, my eyes widening in excitement at his erotic threat. “Later.” He smirks. “Now go get your stuff.”

  Livvy disappears towards my room, and I wait for any of my brothers to call me out on the way I handled her. I scan the room, eyeballing my brothers one by one, but no one says a word. Respect is a huge fucking deal in the club, and as long as you’re treating your woman right, people tend to mind their own business.

  Fuck, she drives me crazy. She’s used to being on her own, but why the fuck would she waste money on a cab when I can just take her? My momma might have died being disappointed in me and my life, but she raised me to be a gentleman. My girl needs to go to work, then I’ll fucking take her.

  Maybe the guys she’s been with in the past wouldn’t have cared, pussies who didn’t know how to treat a woman, but she’s mine now, and I want to take care of her. She’s still refusing to move in with me, so I want every other minute she’ll give me. She’s only been here a week, and I don’t want to let her out of my sight. She’s a flight risk, freaking out over every question or doubt she has. She keeps talking about leaving, but that’s not happening. She’s my old lady, and I’ll do everything in my power to convince her to stay.

  We ride to Strikers in silence with his promise to take me over his knee still thrilling my thoughts. I’m so distracted I forget to argue as he wraps me in my cut before kissing me breathless and taking a seat at the back of the bar. Just like Brandi said, there’s always one of the bikers at Strikers. Most of the time it’s Daisy or the other prospect, Slow, but sometimes Echo stays.

  He’s slowly worming his way into my heart. He asks me to tell him random things about myself. What my favourite film is—Sweet home Alabama, Vampires or werewolves—Vampires, and if I like day or night best—night. Little by little, we’re getting to know each other, and beyond the caveman “You’re mine” claims, he’s sweet and takes care of me in a way that no man has ever done before.

  I feel his eyes on me while I serve drinks to the regulars. My nipples pebble, eager fo
r his attention, and my panties are soaked from the controlled intensity that pours from his stare.

  “Jesus, honey, go fuck him already. The sexual tension’s so thick in here you could cut it with a knife,” Brandi says with a smirk.

  My cheeks redden. “God, is it that obvious?”

  Brandi laughs loudly. “Liv, the guys are taking bets on how long till he hauls you into the back room.”

  I groan, covering my face with my hands. “I think there’s something wrong with me. He’s such a caveman. He’s controlling and bossy and unreasonable.”

  “Let me guess. You love it, don’t you?” she says, smirking.

  My eyes widen in embarrassment as I nod in agreement. “God, I do. He tells me to do something, and I jump to do it. And I mean anything he tells me to do. I love that he watches me. I love that he’s a control freak with me. The more he does it, the more I need.”

  Erotic visions flash into my mind, and my face heats in mortified arousal. “What the hell just went through your mind?” Brandi asks. I shake my head, ready to deny my dirty thoughts, but Brandi speaks first. “No, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know. It’s quiet, so go home. Go let your man take care of you, because if you go to the party tonight this horny, there’ll be a riot.”

  I shake my head. “No, Brandi, its fine,” I assure her.

  She ignores me and walks to the end of the counter and whistles loudly. “Echo, come get your girl. She’s done for the day.”

  Echo’s bike stops outside Miss Mimi’s, and I jump off and unstrap the helmet. “What time’s the party tonight?” I ask. He pulls me back to him, palming my arse while he kisses and nips at my neck. “It’ll start sometime this afternoon and then go till it’s done. Why?” He nuzzles into my neck, his lips roaming from my collarbone to the swell of my breasts before biting playfully.

  “I need to know what time to be ready by. I’m assuming you’re gonna come get me?”

  He pulls back, his eyebrows rising in question. “Sugar, why would I need to come get you?”

  Embarrassed, I cross my arms over my chest. “Oh, ah, I don’t have to come if you don’t want me to.” I try to step back defensively, but he hauls me back to him, smacking my arse so hard I jump.

  “Woman, what the fuck are you talking about? You’re my fucking old lady, your ass is gonna be pinned to me all fucking night where I can keep an eye on you. But explain why the fuck I would need to come pick you up. Where the fuck you planning on going?”

  Confused and unsure, I stare at my fingers and pick at the nail polish. Strong fingers gently wrap around my throat, tilting my head till I’m looking up at him. His leg pushes between mine and rubs against my pussy, creating a delicious friction. I shudder lightly, and my voice is breathy. “I’ve finished working for the day. I planned on lazing about, maybe answer some emails,” I say.

  Echo shakes his head and slowly grinds his leg against me. “No.”

  I tilt my head to the side and question him. “What do you mean, no?” He grinds his thigh against my aroused sex again, and my eyes flutter closed for a second. Fighting my body’s reaction to him, I force my lids open.

  “I’ve got to go over to Austin to see to some business, and now you don’t have to work, you’re coming with me,” he says.

  “Well, what if I don’t want to come to Austin with you?”

  Echo’s eyes narrow, and a knowing smile twitches at his lips. “Is that what you really want to do, sugar, sit in your room at Mimi’s and check your emails?”

  I shake my head and smile cheekily. “No, that’s not what I want.” Suddenly hugely turned on, I squeeze my thighs together.

  He takes a step closer and leans forward, speaking quietly. “So what is it you want?”

  I feel my eyes widen, and I try to sound sexy and breathy as I speak. “I think you might need to remind me who’s in control here, Echo.”

  He laughs quietly and bites the corner of his bottom lip. “You wanna play, sugar? Huh? You want me to show you what I’m gonna do if you don’t do as you’re told? I know you like it when I take charge, Livvy. So ask me, beg me to remind you,” he drawls seductively.

  My breath stops in my lungs. I’m frozen to the spot, desire and trepidation pulsing through me. “Please,” I beg.

  “Please what, sugar? Do you want a reminder? Do you need me to take you over my knee and spank you?” The dark intensity of his eyes hypnotises me. I’m so excited I can’t find the words, so I just nod.

  Fuck, she surprises me every time.

  The sex with her is fucking unbelievable all the time, but when I step up the control and really dominate her, she loves it.

  This is the first time she’s asked for me to take control. I promised her a spanking, and she lit up at the thought. My cock swells at the idea of pulling her across my knee and reddening her perfect skin.

  I grab her hand and pull her into Miss Mimi’s house. I’m not fucking welcome here, but my woman’s so turned on its either go into the house or take her outside in the yard. Opening the door to her room, I pull her inside before shutting and locking it behind us.

  She’s panting, and I can smell how turned on she is from here. Her nipples are hard and pushing against her bra. I cross the room towards her, and she waits patiently until I reach her.

  “Turn around and face the wall,” I order. She complies instantly; she’s got no idea how perfect and submissive she is. My hands trace her rib cage and push upward to cup her breasts and caress her eager nipples.

  “Arms up,” I demand. She lifts her arms into the air, and I pull her tank up and over her head so she’s left in just a sheer white bra with her dark nipples peeking through the lace. She unclasps it, dropping her arms, and it falls to the floor.

  “Hands on the wall.” My tone leaves no room for question, and she moves till her palms lie flat against the exposed brick. I circle her erect nipples with my fingertips and pinch them roughly.

  “Ahhhh,” She squeals. I slide her jeans and lace panties down her legs easily, and she kicks them and her shoes to the side. She’s completely naked.

  Livvy’s absolute fucking perfection. My cock’s rock-hard; hell, I almost come in my pants just looking at her. “Turn around,” I tell her. She turns slowly, and her flawless tits come into view. Her pupils are dilated and her chest’s heaving. My eyes drop to her pussy. “How wet are you, Livvy?”

  Groaning, she fidgets. Her eyes assess me for a moment before she gasps, “Very.”

  “Show me,” I demand. She’s unsure, so I urge her on. “Touch yourself, sugar, let me see how wet you are.”

  Her hand dips down to stroke her pussy. I grab her dripping hand, sucking her arousal-soaked fingers into my mouth. “Livvy, baby, you taste so fucking sweet. Do you want me to taste you?” I ask. She nods. “Tell me, sugar. Ask me to taste you,” I taunt.

  Fidgeting, she squeezes her legs together. “Please, Echo, will you taste me?” she begs, her sweet voice laced with desperation.

  I shake my head. “Not yet, baby, I don’t think you deserve it.”

  My skin’s hot and desperate for stimulation. I can’t wait any more. I slip my hand back between my legs and slide my fingers into my soaked sex.

  “No,” Echo barks and roughly grabs my hand to stop me. In a flash, he twists both my arms behind my back. “I don’t fucking think so, sugar. Only I get to make you come. That’s my pleasure now. I don’t want you to touch yourself unless I tell you.”

  Frustration consumes me. “Then touch me, please,” I beg.

  His hand strokes between my legs before he roughly forces two fingers inside me. “Is this what you need, for me to fuck your wet pussy with my fingers?”

  I nod frantically. “Yes, yes. Hard, make me come.”

  An amused grin appears on his face, and his fingers slide out of me and into his mouth. He slowly licks them clean of my arousal and sinks into an arm chair. “Come here, over my knee.”

  Gasping, I shudder, a mix of excited fear and arousal ploughs
through me. “Now,” he orders. Flinching at the demand in his tone, I take two steps towards him as he watches me, his intensity unnerving me, and I stumble. His hand darts out, catching me before I fall. His strong fingers entwine with mine to guide me between his legs.

  “Lie across my lap, hands on the floor,” he says.

  I carefully move so I’m spread across his legs. Blood rushes to my head. My hands are shaking, my palms flat on the cold tile floor.

  Smack.

  His hand lands on my bottom, burning heat instantly stinging across the skin.

  Smack.

  I twitch involuntarily away from the pain.

  Smack.

  I arch into his hand, the pain morphing into a warm tingle that spreads across my legs to my wet sex.

  “Who do you belong to, sugar?”

  I respond immediately. “You.”

  Smack.

  Glorious, tingling sensation pools in my stomach.

  “Who’s in control, Livvy?”

  I push my arse into his waiting hand and silently beg for more. “You are.”

  Smack.

  His hand powers onto my heated skin. Tears pool in my eyes, but my skin vibrates with delight. He lifts me into his lap and my sore skin rubs against the rough fabric of his jeans. His lips meet mine in a gentle kiss.

  “You love me taking control, don’t you, baby?” he says, his voice a low aroused drawl. I nod enthusiastically.

  “Up on the bed, baby, lie on your side,” he orders. I dart across the room, wincing slightly when a pulse of pain explodes through my reddened arse. I lie on my side with my head rested on my hand. Echo stands and slowly undoes his belt. Pushing his jeans down, he frees his cock. He kicks off his boots, discards his jeans, rips off his T-shirt, and is gloriously naked. He grabs my ankles and yanks me to the edge of the bed; splitting my legs wide, he thrusts his hard length into me.

  His fingers wrap around my raised leg and bending it. He pushes it up and into my chest to open me wider, plunging deeper into me. I watch where we connect. His cock slides in and out of me, glistening with my arousal. Fascinated by the way he disappears deep into me, I stare, until his wet thumb circles my tight arsehole, rubbing the sensitive skin for a second before easing inside of me.