by Opal Carew
There, she’d said it.
“You’re sure?” He rubbed her upper arm with the palm of his hand, slowly, comforting.
“Yes. Especially tonight, I don’t want to have to think. I just want to feel and experience what you do to me. My brain hurts, my heart hurts. Take all of that away. Fix me. That’s what you’re into, right?” Could he hear the plea in her voice? She needed this. Needed him.
“No, Waverly. I told you, I’m into you.” Without another word, Archer scooped her into his arms and marched down the hallway to the black glass door she’d wondered about once or twice.
So that’s what they were hiding in there.
His jaw clenched and unclenched, making his bearded cheeks bulge. Was he second-guessing himself?
“Don’t.” She stroked the side of his face. “This is what I want.”
He lowered her feet to the ground, steadying her before he let go. He used his palm to scan the door open then stepped inside. “If you come in here, it has to be of your own volition.”
She stepped across the threshold without hesitation. Going one step further, she unbelted her robe and let the silk slip off her shoulders. It landed in a pile at her feet, leaving her entirely naked.
“Will you wish you hadn’t done this tomorrow, after tonight’s insanity dies down?” he murmured as he surveyed every inch of her body.
She shook her head, shivering at the feel of her own hair brushing her back. Sensual and liberating, it confirmed his assessment that she should leave it down most times.
“You promised you trust me. So trust me to know my own mind.” Waverly tipped her face up and waited for him to accept the invitation.
Archer didn’t make her wait long. He laid his lips on hers and slowly ate at her mouth. Her knees went weak and she relied on him to support her, which he did. They stayed that way for a long time, soothing each other with the caress of their lips and tongues.
From far away, Waverly heard a beep. Then another. And a third.
The door rattled as someone tried the handle.
Was one of the other divemasters trying to bring a date to the clubhouse? She hadn’t heard of them fooling around with any of the guests, but maybe they were capable of more discretion than she imagined. Or maybe they also needed release after the stress of the evening.
Archer cursed. He settled her on the floor when it was clear she couldn’t stand on her own right then. He positioned her so that she was kneeling, sitting on her heels, her hands clasped on her thighs. “Stay right here.”
He strode to the door and unlocked it before opening it a crack. Could whoever it was see her? Maybe. Why didn’t that bother her as much as it should? In fact, she shifted a little, trying to ease the ache in her core at the thought.
She didn’t lift her stare off the ground to find out for sure either way.
“What?” Archer snarled with a venom he’d never aimed at her before. Hopefully, never would. “I’m occupied.”
“We wanted to apologize.” It was Miguel.
Waverly’s earlier stomachache returned.
“You can tell me how stupid you are tomorrow. When I’m not in the middle of something important. Like repairing the damage you caused.” Archer didn’t add you idiot, but his tone said it for him.
There was a pause, and then Tosin said, “We want to apologize to her, not you. Let us do it our way. So she knows we’re serious and that we do care for her. Anyone this important to you is important to us.”
“We fucked up,” Miguel admitted to Archer. “Me especially.”
At that, Waverly felt something unravel inside her. Her breath caught and a sob escaped before she could clamp her throat down around it. She hugged herself then, rocking to alleviate the sharp stab of pain caused by the sudden snap of tension, which had wound her tight.
They didn’t really believe she was a monster like her father. Or Archer’s.
“Waverly!” Archer forgot about their visitors and dashed to her side. He crouched by her and wrapped her in his arms. “I’ve got you. You’re okay.”
It turned out power exchanges played with her emotions instead of only her body. Who knew?
She was glad she did now, as she experienced a whole new level of intimacy with Archer. “I moved.”
“I’ll punish you for it later.” He smiled as he said it, making her sure she wouldn’t find his penalty tortuous in the least. “You heard what they said? That they’re dumbasses who should never have doubted you? Not even for the blink of an eye?”
Well, he’d taken some creative license in his paraphrasing, but she didn’t argue. Waverly nodded.
“Remember what you said before, about trusting me absolutely?” He drew a long, slow breath.
She nodded again.
“We’re about to find out if you meant it.” He leaned down to kiss her nose then turned toward the door. “Miguel. Tosin. Get in here and lock that behind you.”
If she had said no right then, Archer would have kicked them out in an instant. Knowing that made her comfortable enough not to do it. Even though she was naked and they were not as they eyed her with the same hunger they reserved for the Sunday brunch buffet. Their favorite.
Archer lifted her as if she were a doll. He didn’t go far. Just a few strides of his long legs took him to a leather-and-chain contraption that hung from the ceiling. Some sort of sex swing.
She whimpered when he set her down on her back. It moved beneath her, making her prepare for impact with the floor. Waverly wrapped her legs around his waist as if that would save her.
Miguel was there, taking her hand. “We won’t let you fall.”
He kissed her wrist, testing the waters.
She shivered. So he continued distracting her while Archer strapped a wide belt around her middle. He shook the swing. Chains rattled. Truly secure, she didn’t budge.
Meanwhile, Miguel increased his contact, leaving a trail of soft, wet kisses along the inside of her forearm as Archer petted her hip, silently promising it was okay for her to enjoy his friend’s attention.
It felt odd to be touched in so many places at once. Even more so when Tosin caressed her leg before prying it off Archer and shackling her ankles to the dangling stirrups. The device was much more comfortable than she would have guessed. It conformed to her, moved with her.
It was surreal, to be the center of attention, surrounded by three smoking-hot men. Especially when they began to strip, letting her watch.
She wasn’t about to complain.
“I want you to know,” Archer said to her then, “I’m not going to let them fuck you.”
She flinched at the thought while his friends groaned their disappointment.
No, she belonged to Archer alone.
“You’re mine. But for what they did to you earlier, I’ll let them bring you pleasure to replace the pain. I’ll let them watch as I do the same so that no one can deny how much you mean to me or how well-matched we are.” Archer reached out and inserted two fingers into her soaked pussy.
Going from nothing to something that quickly shocked her system.
If she thought that felt good, it was nothing compared to the arousal that lit up every nerve ending in her body when he withdrew the digits and held them out to Miguel.
Without question, he sucked her flavor off his best friend’s hand.
“Shit, she’s delicious. Let me taste her while you fuck.” She’d never heard Miguel’s voice sound so gravelly before. Sexy and rough. He would be most women’s fantasy come to life. A passionate Latin lover, committed to pleasing his partner. Thoroughly.
Waverly no longer had the ability to respond. Instead, she watched as Archer directed his friends, and all three of the men worked as a team to shower her with ecstasy.
“Wait until I’m fully buried inside her, then you can play with her clit,” Archer told Miguel. “She’s extremely responsive and multi-orgasmic. So if you don’t have her coming on my cock every couple of minutes, you’re not doing a good e
nough job.”
Miguel looked at her reverently. It glued some of the cracks he’d caused in her heart earlier. She’d say their plan was working, because there was no way she could deny their admiration and respect when they treated her like this. Like she was special. Prized. Meant to be worshiped.
Tosin joined the action then when he said to Archer, “Put me in, coach.”
Miguel snorted.
“Get to work on her tits. She likes medium-firm pressure. Lots of tongue. Not so much teeth.”
It shocked her that he already knew how to play her body that well. She figured it shouldn’t since they’d spent a lot of time in bed together these past few weeks, but to hear how finely he’d catalogued her reactions made her glow.
Tosin smiled at her. He brushed his thumb over her lower lip before leaning in. Without making her beg, he plumped her breasts in his hands then took the tip of one into his mouth. He suckled her differently than Archer would have but quickly adapted his style based on the moans and sighs he drew from her with the flickering of his tongue and the suction he applied.
Her eyes kept trying to flutter closed. She fought the temptation so she could burn the image of the three men standing around her into her memory. Though the trio was present, only one directed their union.
Archer.
He was staring down at her as he fisted his cock, preparing it for the fuck of a lifetime.
When their gazes collided, he moved forward, poking her with the tip.
She arched as much as she could in the swing, trying to embed him within her.
A stinging slap landed on her thigh, surprising a shriek out of her. The tingling burn that followed made her wish he’d done it again. Until Archer grabbed the chains holding her legs up and open for him then advanced the last step necessary to slide the fat head of his cock inside her pussy.
At the same time, Tosin switched his skilled handling to her other breast, making her quake.
Archer’s well-defined arm muscles bulged, pulling her toward him so that he used her to fuck himself. He hadn’t gotten more than the tip of his erection inside her when he stopped, either to let her adjust or to keep himself from getting too fired up too quickly. Could have been both.
“Archer,” Miguel warned. “Condom.”
“We don’t use them.” It was another sign of their commitment, she thought.
A declaration of monogamy and confidence. Or foolishness.
She’d certainly never let any other guy fuck her without one.
“Damn,” Tosin lifted his mouth from her chest momentarily to groan. “Bareback? I can’t wait to see her pussy dripping with your come.”
Waverly’s muscles clenched at the thought, causing a chain reaction. Archer sank inside her farther. Tosin clung to her nipple even as she rocked, adding more pressure than he had before. And Miguel, refusing to be left out of the mix, bent over so that he could lap her clit while Archer continued to fit himself into her body.
Watching the three men, so close to each other, focused on delivering as much ecstasy as possible, had her poised on the edge of orgasm before they’d even gotten started. As if that wasn’t enough to obliterate any remaining self-control she had, someone shocked her by pressing a lube-slicked finger to her ass.
She didn’t even know who it belonged to. It didn’t matter. It was an extension of Archer.
“Shh, let it in,” he coached her, obviously more aware of their surroundings than she was. “You’ll like it. I promise. They know what they’re doing.”
Filled in front and back, with a pair of tongues lashing her most sensitive parts while Archer rode her, it didn’t take long for Waverly to reach her breaking point.
“You’re going to come for me already?” Archer didn’t sound like he was upset about that. “Show them how lucky I am to have you. Go ahead.”
Six hands now stroked her, from her arms, which had gotten attached to either side of the leather pillow her head rested on, to her ribs to her calves and everywhere in between. Tongues licked, mouths sucked, and Archer’s dick fucked.
And fucked.
And fucked.
Sometime after her fourth or fifth orgasm, Tosin spared her breasts and diverted his attention, at least for a little while. He whispered, “We’re sorry, Waverly.”
Then he kissed her. Lightly, in contrast to the escalating thrusts of Archer’s shaft within her.
In the midst of the passionate tsunami that threatened to wipe her out with a mammoth wall of pleasure, she had an epiphany.
Waverly met Archer’s stare as he rammed into her. Sweat poured down his face and chest. She’d never seen him so frantic, or so honest. Was it because his friends were there to make sure he didn’t go too far? Or because, for the first time, he planned on ravishing her without stopping short?
Given their history, she figured it was the former.
She realized then that up until this moment he had still been cowering. Running from the negative aspects of his legacy. Too afraid he would become his father—though two men couldn’t possibly be more dissimilar—to embrace his wealth, his power, or his dominant streak.
This man unleashed, fully revealed to her for the first time—this was Archer.
And she couldn’t possibly love him more.
Too bad every cell in her body was focused on complying with his demands or she would have told him so.
Waverly looked at Miguel, then Tosin, hoping they knew how much their apology had meant to her. That went double for the affection they lavished on her. For Archer’s friends to so obviously approve of her as his mate, it mattered.
To them all.
“She’s getting close again,” Miguel warned Archer and Tosin, though she was fairly sure there was no way Archer could miss that fact considering how tightly she gripped his shuttling cock. For that matter, her ass clamped down on the finger buried inside it, too.
Her entire being gathered, compressed like a black hole about to explode in a big bang. She was afraid to surrender to the overwhelming feelings that were inspiring her in case she flew apart and could never pull herself back together again.
“Do it,” Miguel urged her. “Let go of it all. Give him everything. It will be okay. We won’t let anything happen to you. We’re sorry we let you down, Waverly. It won’t happen again.”
Archer stared at her, unblinking as he pummeled her in a frantic pace.
When she realized that by holding out, she was prolonging his torture, she listened to Miguel.
She surrendered.
The rapture that overtook her then made the whole world seem brighter for an instant. Energy pulsed between her and the three guys who bonded with her. Most of all, with Archer.
She threw her head back, discovering that the ceiling was mirrored.
Waverly studied their reflection as she absorbed the sensations given to her by one man, though he used two additional people to make his gift. The image that came back to her like the hottest porn she’d ever watched multiplied her pleasure.
With one final massive thrust, Archer shattered her.
Waverly came and came and came as she felt him do the same.
The guys got their wish as they watched up close while Archer blasted her with his come, painting her pussy from the inside out. He coated her in his epic release, making Miguel and Tosin curse then shout.
Had they been jerking off? She couldn’t see since they knelt beside the swing, their lower bodies out of view. Were they coming too?
She no longer cared, though the thought that witnessing her and Archer’s joining could impact them too only made her more shivery inside. She flew, riding the rush that accompanied the best orgasm of her life. When it was over, the three men around her helped her glide back to earth with soft pets and kind words.
Eventually Tosin and Miguel stood to go. They each kissed one of her cheeks before Miguel murmured, “Welcome to the club.”
She drifted off then, barely able to stay awake as exhaustion washed over he
r.
The last thing she remembered was Archer praising her as he collected her and took her back to their room. He tended to her, sitting with her in the hot tub on the balcony for a few minutes so the jets could massage her sore muscles. Then he dried her off and tucked her into their bed. He spooned her as he held tight, refusing to let her go.
If only they could stay that way forever.
Archer must have sensed her slight tensing. He stroked her belly, taking it away again, helping her stay relaxed after the enormous relief he’d granted her. “We’ll worry about tomorrow, tomorrow. For now, sleep. I’m with you,” he promised before placing an achingly tender kiss on her cheekbone.
Trusting him, as she had promised she did, she sank into his sheltering arms and yielded to unconsciousness.
Chapter 23
Trouble came looking for them before tomorrow could fully become tomorrow.
A triple bang on the door to the owner’s suite had Archer sitting upright then rolling from bed in an instant. He hadn’t slept long, but he’d slept hard. The best sex of a man’s life would do that to him, even if there was trouble as massive as theirs looming.
A glance at the bedside clock confirmed it was two in the morning.
For a split second he thought, please don’t let there be another body, followed by, if there is, at least I can be Waverly’s alibi this time. It was an awful thing to think, and made his stomach roil.
When he opened the door, no one was there.
Or at least, not at eye level.
A groan drew his attention to Ted, slumped on the ground. Blood poured from between his fingers, which clutched his abdomen. “Son of a bitch! Waverly, get the doctor!”
Archer whipped off his shirt and pressed it to the gash in the young guy’s torso.
In the background he heard Waverly calling for help.
It wasn’t long before people rushed them from both sides of the hall. Miguel, Tosin, Banks, Captain Alex, and the doctor huddled around. It only took a look or two for the doctor to say, “I can get him stable, but we don’t have blood onboard for a transfusion. He needs to be flown out of here. As quickly as possible.”
