Chapter Twelve
“So I believe that I mentioned a massage.” She swept her eyes over his body. This was going to be delicious. Hopefully, he’d enjoy it as a massage as well as what came afterward.
“Yes, you did, and I remember agreeing to stripping down for it.” He raised his eyebrows. “Ready to go to the bedroom?”
“I’ve been waiting for this for since you agreed to it. Made concentrating enough to get through my reading a little difficult, but I managed it.” She took two steps over to him and ran her hand over his arm.
“So have I. I’ve got some plans for after the rub down, but one caveat. No flowery oils, all right?” Archer raised his brows.
“Sure. I don’t have anything too flowery and strong anyway. I’m sure you don’t mean the strength of the scent, but a lot of them are too intense and make it impossible to smell anything until I either wash it off or hours later when it fades. I’ve got some normal baby oil in mind to use on you.” Leslie tugged at his shirt and strolled out of the kitchen. Archer’s shoes clicked on the tile as he followed her out.
She put a little extra sway into her hips. The weight of his gaze bored into her. She smiled. At least she had his full attention.
She strolled into the room and waited until he appeared in the doorway. “Strip down and get in bed. I’ll be right back with the baby oil.”
“You really like this role, don’t you?” He smiled over at her, but unbuttoned his shirt.
“I do.” She laughed and went into the bathroom.
She pulled the bottle of baby oil out of the cabinet, but took the time to unbutton her shirt and push her pants down. The clothing fell to the ground. She stepped out of it and dropped her shirt to the ground.
When she turned, her reflection in the mirror caught her eyes. Damn, her hair had gone wild. She grabbed the brush and ran it through a few times. Bra and panties remained in place. Best not to put too much temptation in front of either of them.
“About time you got back. I’ve been waiting in here for an eternity.” Archer sprawled on his back, completely nude.
“Not an eternity.” She lifted her eyes to the ceiling. So dramatic. “How did you want to do this? Did you want me to start on your back or your front?”
“Start on my back.” He rolled onto his stomach. “It will last longer.”
She crawled onto the bed, still clutching the oil bottle. Tingles danced as she stared at the expanse of skin. So much to explore, enjoy, and maybe even tease him a little.
She straddled him, but remained kneeling. The muscles of his back flexed. So gorgeous. She dribbled oil down his spine. The clear shiny fluid glistened on his skin. She trailed her fingers through the droplets before she flattened her palms on his warm skin.
In a slow, swirling pattern, she spread the oil outward. His muscles rippled. The power beneath his skin drew her. She leaned over him and cupped his shoulders. The muscles bunched. She worked at the tight cords, rotating the heel of her palm on the slick surface.
“You can settle down on me, angel. I’m not going to break. I want to feel you moving against me as you rub me down.” Archer slipped a hand beneath his head.
She lowered onto him. For a moment, she waited for a flinch or other sign of pain. Nothing. She kneaded. His skin warmed, and his muscles loosened. He moaned.
“You like that?” She swept her palms down his back. She certainly did.
“Yeah, how about doing the front? I think it needs the same attention.” Archer groaned as she ran her hands down the length of his back.
“You do? I was thinking about giving your legs some time.” She glanced down at him.
“Not this time,” Archer’s reply came fast and definite.
She eased off him. As much as stroking his back interested her, this was for him. He flipped onto his back.
“Take off your panties and bra.” He folded his arms behind his head.
“I think that might be a little too much temptation, don’t you?” She braced her hand on her hip. Even with the barrier, her heart raced and an ache began to build in her body. And all she’d done was stroke his back.
“I think we can both handle it.” He laughed. “Get undressed, or are you losing your nerve?”
She leaned down and pressed a finger against his chest. “Don’t dare me unless you’re prepared for the consequences.”
“I’m ready for anything you can dish out.” Archer puckered his lips and blew her a kiss.
Arrogant man. She unhooked her bra and tossed it across the room. The man should know better than to push a female cougar. They always came back swinging.
His eyes lowered to her breasts. She shimmied her shoulders. His hazel eyes turned more golden. Archer had always paid more attention to her legs, but at the moment, his eyes locked on her chest. He licked his lips. Warmth flowed through her. She lowered her head to hide her expression.
She pushed her panties down to her knees and wriggled one leg free. It would have been easier to get off the bed, but leaving him was out of the question.
She moved over him and settled down. His cock prodded against the lips of her pussy. This was going to be torture for both of them. How long would they last before one of them called a halt to the foreplay? Sex was going to happen. The only question was when.
“Better get started, your juices are coating my dick.” He gripped her hips. “I’m tempted to pull you off right now and rain kisses all over your body until you’re twisting beneath me.”
She grabbed the bottle and popped the top. She squirted oil onto his chest and closed it. No way was she going to be able to get through a full-body massage and teasing. Not with the way her muscles tightened with the rising need.
She flattened her palms over the droplets of oil. Smoothing her fingers outward and down to his abdomen, she worked at the tight muscles. She leaned forward and kneaded the muscles. A shiver rippled over her as his cock nudged between the lips. He groaned.
“You’re going to drive me right out of my mind.” He drew in a slow breath.
“All I want to do is help you relax a little.” Eventually. She smiled.
“Such a wicked smile. Do you expect me not to see that?” He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t move.
“No, I know you can see my smile, but what’s wicked about a curl of the lips?” She rocked forward and kneaded the muscles of his shoulders.
He shook his head. “You don’t fool me at all. I know a tease when she’s rubbing all over me.”
She chuckled and dragged her fingers over his chest as she eased back again. Warmth from his skin heated the oil. She rubbed her thumbs in circles on his abdomen.
“You’re going to be under me in a few minutes if you don’t stop that slow, back and forth rocking.” Archer’s voice held a tightness it hadn’t had moments before.
“It doesn’t sound to me like you’re close to losing control.” She trailed her fingers down to his hip bones and then back up to his chest.
“Then maybe you should listen with more than your ears. Feel how tense my muscles are getting.” He pulled his hands out from behind his head.
“Well, your shoulders are tight.” She leaned forward and massaged those taut cords.
“Yes, they are, and so is the rest of my body. My cock is hard, and the way your juices are coating it is driving me crazy.” He stroked her side.
“I think you can suffer through a little more massage.” She skimmed kisses over his chest. She’d have to invest in some edible oil for her men some time. If they agreed, she’d take any opportunity to touch their bodies.
“For a little while longer.” He molded his hands over her buttocks.
He squeezed and rocked her against him. A little time was probably all she’d have. His body was too tense. Would he demand or would he roll them over and simply take control?
“Did you know your scent has deepened, and I can almost smell your cat?” She kneaded his pectoral muscles.
“He wants to watch your eyes
go liquid with desire and maybe even bite as I take you.” His grip tightened.
She leaned forward and nibbled at his lips. His mouth opened beneath hers. Her tongue stroked languidly into his mouth. The savory flavor of steak and the distinctive essence of Archer filled her senses. Her head reeled. She sank into the kiss. His fingers dug into her hips. With a sudden twist, he rolled until she rested beneath him.
She laughed and pressed her hands to his shoulders. “Whoa, I don’t think I was finished.”
“Trust me. You’re done.” He nipped her lips. “Now, I’m going to play with this sweet body until you’re wriggling beneath me.”
“I don’t think you’re going to have that difficult of a task.” She wrapped her legs around him. Desire simmered low in her belly. It wouldn’t take more than a few touches in the right places.
“Maybe not, but I’m definitely going to enjoy doing it.” He pulled back and grazed his lips over her shoulder. “Just lay there and enjoy.”
He ran his hands up and down her side before gliding them up to her breasts. He plucked at her nipple. He feathered kisses down her chest, and his mouth closed over the peak. A piercing ache streaked from the tight bead and down to the answering thrum in her clit.
When his mouth drifted down to her stomach, she moaned. Not enough. She gripped his hair, trying to tug him back to the aching bead.
“I’m going to taste you.” He nuzzled her belly before he eased farther down.
Oh, yes, tingles ran through her body. He hadn’t even touched her there yet, but already her body burned.
He spread her thighs wider. He trailed his hand up and down her body. She lifted upward. Such a big tease. Slow and easy so wasn’t needed.
He lowered his head. His tongue flicked over the lips. She shivered. Yes, that’s it. Her hips rolled toward him.
“I love your taste.” His tongue slipped between the lips.
He licked. His tongue ran up over her clit. A piercing ache rippled over her. More. Her breath rasped in her throat, and her heartbeat raced.
She wriggled and clutched at his hair. He lapped over the bead of her clit as he worked at the sensitive tissue. A sizzling bolt slammed through her. She gasped. Her hips bucked upward.
“More, Archer.” She tried to tug him closer.
“That’s what I want.” He lifted his head and moved up her body.
His hand slid under her hips. He lifted her hips off the bed as his cock pushed into her. She shivered, and her inner muscles tensed. The desire built.
She lifted against him. No more slow, torturous tease. She clasped her thighs around his hips.
He drove into her. His lips pulled back from his teeth, revealing the distended fangs. He plunged deep on each stroke. Shivers raced down her spine. She bucked up against him, trying to get a little pressure on her clit.
On his next downward plunge, he ground his hips against her. She arched and screamed. A wave of electric pleasure sizzled over her. Her nails sank into his back. Shocks undulated through her with each surging thrust.
He pumped into her and gripped her hips. She held onto him, rocking against him. His body tensed. With a groan, he came. He buried his face against her shoulder. His fangs scraped against her skin, but didn’t pierce. Tremors shook his big body.
“Angel, any time you want to give me a massage. Feel free.” Archer pressed a kiss to her cheek.
Chapter Thirteen
Date night with my men. Maybe we can have a normal night for once. If only they’d tell me where we’re going.
Leslie smoothed the smooth fabric of her midnight-blue dress over her hip. She leaned close to the mirror. One last makeup check after the kiss. She touched up her blush and then nodded. Looked good.
She’d made it to class this week. One of them took her, but where he went after that was a mystery. He might have stayed right outside of the door to the classroom. Okay, maybe not somewhere so obvious. None of the teachers or students had given her any strange looks, so they were probably out of sight. They remained close by, because as soon as she walked out, whoever had brought her popped up right in front of her.
After she smoothed on a faint sheen of gloss over her lipstick, she left the bathroom. She rubbed her hands together. A whole night with all of her men. None of the trivialities or inconveniences mattered right now.
Like her dead tablet. She sighed. Now was not the time. It had died a few days ago shortly after she’d turned it on. Since she had a laptop she took to class with her and she wasn’t working, replacing it wasn’t a priority. She’d do that later when she found a new job.
She slipped into her shoes. Judge stood at the closet door putting on his black jacket. Damn, he was almost model perfect in black and white. Good thing I chose the blue with the sparkles. Otherwise I’d be underdressed.
“I like that blue on you.” Judge grabbed his wallet from the dresser and put it into his inside jacket pocket.
She ran her fingers over the soft cloth. Warmth spread through her at the approval gleaming in his eyes. He held out his hand. She took it and stepped up to him. Prickles flitted over her palms. She clamped the other to her side to stop herself from running her fingers through the hair hanging over his collar. They did not have time for an extended romp before dinner.
“Are you looking forward to tonight?” Judge tilted his head.
“Yes, I am. I want some time with my three men. I know we’ll always have to find time for that, and it won’t be easy considering John’s in law enforcement and you’re in medicine, but we’ll make it work.” She leaned into him. Their mating was worth fighting for.
“Yes, we will.” Judge guided her into the living room where John and Archer waited.
They both wore dark suits, as well. She drew in a breath. Damn. Dressed as they were, they hit all of her fantasy meters. Not just because they were sexy and she’d like to peel them out of the clothes.
They’d look perfect in those suits waiting at the end of an aisle. She heaved a sigh. In front of all of her friends, outside in the summer with a white dress flowing around her legs. Her dream wedding. Yeah, she’d probably watched too much television and romantic movies during her teens. It would probably remain a dream. Humans had ceremonies like that, but whyr who married other whyr, not so much.
“So, are you ready for a great meal?” Archer asked as he rose.
“Very. I’m looking forward to the time with you. We can talk more.” She grinned.
“Absolutely, I can come up with some questions for you.” John strolled up to her and dropped a kiss on her cheek. “There’s so much we need to learn about each other.”
“Are we talking interrogation-style asking questions?” She grinned.
“Not unless you decide not to answer.” John laughed.
“I don’t think that I’d find anything not to answer unless it’s something that I wouldn’t want to say in public.” She strolled along to the door. “And that’s only if the specific question about that is very blatant.”
“We can be subtle, sweet kitten. Don’t worry about that.” Archer patted her shoulder.
They left the house and climbed into the car. She tapped her fingers on the seat as John steered the car. Where did they intend to take her? John had told her to put on a pretty dress. She’d done exactly that.
She glanced out the window. Her heartbeat pounded in her chest when she saw the spotlighted sign. They pulled in to O’Donell’s, Tony’s restaurant.
Leslie relaxed back into the seat. Her muscles loosened. O’Donell’s had wonderful food, and it should be safe for all of them. Tony had cameras everywhere that he could, even in the kitchens and storage areas, because Chloe was here so much. He didn’t take any chances with his mate.
“I take it from the smile that you like our choice.” Judge turned in the seat and looked back at her as John parked the car.
“Oh, yes, it’s great.” She reached for her purse. “I like the food here.”
“So do I.” John glanced ba
ck at her before he unbuckled and slipped out of the car.
She pushed at the mechanism for her belt, releasing it and started to slide across the seat, but Archer took her wrist. He tugged her out with him. So possessive and protective. She eased closer to him. He curled an arm around her as he led her to the building.
After they entered, John led the way to the hostess station. The hostess beamed at them. She checked something on the tablet on the stand and had them wait for a few moments. Tony’s restaurant was at the same time elegant but homey. Muted slate walls complemented rich wood beams along the walls and overhead. Conversation bubbled through the room in a quiet murmur, and metal forks clinked against plates as other diners ate.
Within minutes, the hostess came and led them to a table. The wooden tabletop had a crystal centerpiece. Two candles rested inside it. Flame flickered atop the two wax cylinders.
John pulled her chair out. She slid into it. John settled on her right. Archer and Judge took seats across from her. The delicious aroma of grilled steak drifted to her on the swirling air currents. Yum. Her mouth watered.
They ordered appetizers and something to drink while they studied the menus. She tried to stick to the main courses, but her eyes strayed down to the dessert menu. She forced her gaze up. Not now, later. Deciding which of those delicious chocolate morsels to choose could wait.
“Are you ready for your class tomorrow?” Judge asked.
“Yes, I finished the assignment the other day. I did have to email a copy of my notes to one of my classmates when they called and asked for them.” She lowered the menu and smiled at him. They made sure she had plenty of time for her studies and had shown that her desires mattered to them.
“That’s good. Now that you mentioned calls, I just remembered. John, Mom would like to put together a party.” Judge glanced at his brother.
John’s jaw clenched. “I’ll talk to her again.”
Leslie frowned. If their mother wanted to throw a party, why should she tell John about it? Invite him, yes. She looked over at Archer. He rolled his eyes. What had she missed in this conversation? She turned from Judge to John and back. They obviously weren’t going to volunteer anything. She’d have to ask.
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