Scarred

twelve-2

There was only one bed in this apartment and Nya knew Archer had slept with his mother before, to keep the woman in check, so she saw that as her cue. “I should get going,” Nya declared to both people in the room, but wrapped a hand around Archer’s bicep. “Look after her tonight. I’ll look after me.”

“No! No! No! No! No! No! No!” Ester said, shaking her head and rounding the couch to come to the couple. “You need to go to bed.” She grabbed both their arms to pull them in the direction of the kitchen table. “You go in the bedroom and you screw each other senseless. Yes, yes.”

Putting their hands together, Ester squeezed them. “That’s what you need to do. You’re young, and Archer gets irritable if he doesn’t get regular pussy.”

“Ester!” he chastised, but his mother seemed impervious because she sauntered away to her own purse and raked inside for a minute before coming back.

“A present from me to you, son,” she said, slapping something down onto the table and then lifting her hand to reveal it.

Nya laughed when she registered the two wrapped blue pills and covered her mouth with her hand, but it was too late to conceal her amusement.

Her love wasn’t entertained. “What the f**k is that?” Archer asked.

Ester came right over to Nya and lowered to whisper in her ear. “Sometimes he gets performance anxiety when his mom is in the next room.”

Nya knew Archer didn’t appreciate the grin that twisted her lips, but she’d never heard anyone talk of him this way and it was clear that it riled him. “I’ve never had any performance problems,” he said. “And who the f**k carries Viagra around in their purse like it’s gum?”

“I do,” Ester said, holding up both hands as if it was something to be proud of. “When you get to my age, son, sometimes the talent isn’t as lively as us ladies need it to be.”

Now Nya did laugh and had to curl into Archer to bury her face against him because her hands just wouldn’t pass muster. “Right, enough, you need to sleep,” he said, pointing at his mother. Grabbing Nya’s hair at the back of her head, he pulled her away from his chest. “And you’re not going f*****g anywhere, you know it. Both of you, bedroom.”

So she was to sleep with his mother. Nya could understand that he wouldn’t want either of them in the living room alone. Her because he was worried for her safety, and his mother because he was worried for his liquor.

“Both of you, go to bed,” he said, pushing and cajoling them both down the hallway, into the bedroom. Pulling back the blankets before he took two tee shirts from the drawer, he tossed one to each of the women.

“You should have s*x,” Ester said and tried to walk to the door. “Don’t mind me.”

Archer put an arm out to catch her shoulders and urge her back. “We’ll have s*x when you’re sober and out of here. Now get in the f*****g bed and go to sleep.” Ester began to get undressed, Archer turned his back, pulling Nya in front of him as he went. “She’ll be out fast, she always is. She’ll chatter for a minute and then she’ll start snoring.”

“What about you?” Nya asked.

“I’ll be on the couch if you need me.”

Now it made sense why he had a super long, super wide couch. Nya had always thought it was a strange purchase because it had to have been expensive, and yet he always stood at the back of it. The only time he enjoyed it was when he was enjoying her. Now she knew it doubled as a bed for him when Ester was around.

“Okay,” Nya said. “I’ll look after her.”

He cleared his throat. “Did she say anything? You know…?”

“Inappropriate?” Nya asked, grinning again. “Just about every word that comes out of her mouth is inappropriate. She’s fabulous. I love her.”

He blinked, his expression went completely blank and then confusion became curiosity. “You like her?”

“Why wouldn’t I? She’s a blast. She says exactly what she thinks.” Nya got closer. “She even promised to teach me a few techniques for dealing with your monster,” she said, batting his groin.

He caught her wrist and yanked it high. “You f*****g dare talk about that—”

Nya laughed. “I’m kidding,” she said, stroking his face with the hand he hadn’t captured. “I’d never talk to her about our s*x life. But I do love her and even though you’re a complete bastard and I hate you for what you did to me tonight, I do love you too.”

“Aww,” Ester wailed, coming closer until she was beside them, wearing Archer’s tee shirt. She wrapped an arm around both of their backs and pushed them together as she pulled herself close. “You should totally screw now.”

Nya made strained eye contact with Archer when Ester backed up a step. “We’ll wait ‘til you’re asleep,” Nya said to appease Ester.

Archer kissed both women’s heads and went to the door. “I’ll be out here if you need me,” he said.

“We’ll be fine,” Nya replied, ushering Ester to the bed and laying her down.

Yes, he was a bastard and there were several issues they had to address, but they weren’t going to fight in front of his mother, so those issues would have to keep until after they’d all gotten a good night’s sleep.

On coming out of the bedroom, Nya paused in the hallway. Opposite her, she could hear the shower on in the bathroom. To the left, when she craned to listen, she heard the tone of some daytime TV chat show.

Nope. Archer had to be in the shower. There was just no way that he would be watching something like that. Plus, from here, she had a clear view straight to the front door. If Archer was here, he’d be standing at the back of the couch, blocking her view of the exit.

Trying the bathroom door and finding it unlocked, she closed it as quietly as she could and slipped out of the tee shirt he’d given her to wear last night. Creeping forward, Nya paid as little attention as she could to the pipe she’d once called home and let her hand snake around the curtain.

Edging the fabric aside, just enough for her to see, she saw he was washing soap from his face. As soon as her hand made contact with his a*s, his snapped down to grab her wrist. Spinning around, he was growling, like he was ready for a fight.

But she smiled and pushed her shoulders back. “Don’t be mad, I have t**s you can play with,” she said and his grip changed from aggressive to supportive as he pulled her arm higher to help her over the edge of the bath into the stream of water with him.

“Don’t f*****g do that,” he said, pulling the shower curtain rings right to the end of the pole.

Stroking her hands over his abdomen and up to his chest, she purred out her delight at being so close to his n***d form. With her fingers spread wide, she sank her mouth onto his chest and tasted as much of him as she could.

“I realized that’s the first time I’ve slept in that bed and not got laid,” she said, giving him only a brief view of her smile before she went back to her kissing.

“So you thought you’d come in here and change that?” he asked. “My mom’s in the kitchen.”

“She’s watching TV,” Nya whispered. “She won’t care.” Maybe she would, Nya didn’t know for sure. But the uncertainty didn’t prevent her skimming her hands down his ribs, over his obliques to his hips, and then curling both hands around his proud d**k that was already trying to say good morning. “Have I persuaded you?”

He was already fondling her breasts, tweaking her n*****s, and rubbing his face in her wet hair. “When do I ever need to be persuaded?” he asked, grabbing her shoulders and spinning her around to plant her back on the wall.

Dipping down, he hooked one of her knees over his elbow and raised it as high as it could go until she was perched on one set of tiptoes.

Using his shoulder for support, she gripped him tight and hopped up to hook her other leg around his hips. “That’s why I fell in love with you.”

Despite the unstable surface he was standing on, he didn’t hesitate or waver; he gave her all the support she needed as he slid his shaft into her. “You didn’t need much prep time either,” he said. “One of the reasons I picked you… you’re easy, girl.”

She hadn’t even kissed him good morning or needed to. Waking up surrounded by his scent was enough to get her body started. Nya had woken up wriggling, squirming in the bed, her dreams must have been carnal, though she couldn’t remember them now.

Her legs spread wide in that bed, seeking him out, her hips had arched and she’d turned her head to reach for him only to find herself alone and that was when the memory of the previous day came back to her. But there was no need for her to be disappointed because here he was, pampering her with full-service treatment in the shower.

“Oh, God,” she panted, suddenly remembering how impossible it was for her to stay quiet when he was inside her.

“Don’t even think about it,” he grumbled, pressing his forehead into hers, forcing her head back at an awkward angle with the weight of his. Nya didn’t give a f**k about the pain in her neck when her p***y felt so good being massaged by his pounding.

“I can’t,” she yelped. “I can’t… not!”

“You f*****g can,” he said. “Hush.”

With his head still on hers, he smacked a hand over her mouth forming a damp seal, making it harder for her to get the air she needed, but stifling her moans and shrieks.

Mumbling, grumbling, she wriggled against him as she bucked and writhed through the o****m that he ignored. He kept on going, f*****g her good and hard. And maybe because they weren’t supposed to be doing this, and they’d stolen this moment together, Nya was excited to the point of madness.

Her wild eyes met his that were deep in concentration and she wished he would kiss her, wished she could taste his tongue, wished she could do more than run her hands over his shoulders and drag her fingernails through his hair.

On the apex of her third o****m, she grabbed his hips, and dug her nails in deep, begging for him to stay right there, filling the hollow space in her body, designed and destined to berth him alone.

Pressing his mouth into the back of his hand that was still clamped over hers, it acted as a barrier between their kiss and she tried to yelp to ask for his mouth, but he didn’t give her the chance. With a brutal thrust, Archer hit her hard in her deepest, most sensitive spot, then he exhaled and let his eyes lift to hers very slowly as he allowed his hand to leave her mouth.

“That’s a good morning,” she whispered and tipped up for his mouth.

He eased back. “I love f*****g you. You came just when I needed you.”

Nya didn’t know if he meant literally, that her o****m matched his or if he meant she’d appeared in the shower at the right time. It didn’t matter. She draped her arms around his neck, to hang her body from his and this time he did kiss her. Except as she was enjoying the sweet slide of their tongues saying their intimate good morning, she felt the insistence of his c**k poking against her belly button.