Scarred

twelve-3

Lowering her mouth to look at its girth, she wanted to confirm her suspicion. “Didn’t you come?” she asked, sure that she’d read his signs right and seen that familiar expression contort his features before he’d pulled himself out of her body. Archer put her on her feet and took half a step back. In an involuntary action, she touched her own core and looked at her fingers to see that yes, his seed was mingled with her juices. “You did.”

“Yeah, I did,” he agreed, but had his erection in hand.

He’d always been virile, he worked out and recovered from their bouts quickly… but not usually this quickly. “You want more?” she asked, unsure if she should be downright terrified, concerned, or amused, because he certainly didn’t seem to understand his arousal.

And then his shoulders sort of sagged and an expression of annoyed understanding crossed his features. While she was still confused, Archer sucked in a breath. “I’ll f*****g kill her.”

“What is it?”

He threw back the shower curtain and with the water still thrumming on her body, she watched him grab his towel from over the rail. Opening the bathroom door an inch, he hollered into the apartment. “Ester, you f*****g b***h, what was in that coffee?”

That was when Nya hit the same conclusion he had. Hiding a laugh behind both hands, Nya didn’t want to upset him further by giving into her amusement.

“What?” Ester asked, her voice coming down the hallway.

He put the towel around his hips before his mother pushed the door and Nya had to grab for the shower curtain to cover her body, so she could watch the scene unfold while maintaining her modesty.

“You f*****g b***h,” he said. “What was in the coffee you fed me?”

Ester gave Nya a finger wave, but Nya was too busy hiding her mouth behind the shower curtain to reciprocate. “You left that girl chained to a bed,” Ester said, folding her arms to drum her talons on her upper arm. “And not for fun reasons. I think she deserves an apology. A proper one. And I just made sure she’d get one.”

Ester was proud of herself and Nya wasn’t complaining. Archer was fuming and she didn’t know where to look. “You put drugs in my coffee?”

“Only to save your relationship. Nya is gold and I won’t let you lose her,” Ester said on a sigh, lifting up her fingers to examine her manicure. “You’re welcome, son.” She patted his shoulders. “I have some errands to run this morning. You kids have fun. I’ll be back later.”

Ester turned and flounced away.

Archer couldn’t exactly follow given his current state of undress. When the front door closed, he swore again, and then turned to look at her. Nya had to keep the shower curtain over her mouth, otherwise she would lose it for sure and he was not a man who wanted to be messed with right now.

“She’s a f*****g bitch.”

Nya didn’t know if she would go that far, although nobody should d**g another person without their permission. But Ester’s prank would make Nya’s morning interesting. She fought to keep a straight face. “How long will it last?” Nya asked, feeling vindicated. Ester was right, she had been left chained to that bed, he’d abandoned her there and hadn’t trusted her to stay put as she’d said she would.

He’d left her there like one of his captives and shown her no respect. Nya had vowed to have payback and cursed his name while she was lying there. Ester had just served that up on a platter.

“How long does it last? That’s your f*****g question?” he spat. “I don’t f*****g know. I’ve never used that s**t. She’s a f*****g b***h!”

He was a man at the end of his rope, Nya left him there to steam while she finished washing herself before climbing out wet, to find him still standing just inside the door. Taking the towel from his hips, she made a show of drying her body, but actually wanted to see if the drugs were still in effect.

“Well,” she said, after towel drying her hair and tossing the towel back into the corner she’d once resided in. “I guess I’ll have to make the most of it.”

Taking his hand, she led him through to the bedroom and this time it was her turn to push him down onto the bed. “You’re not actually going to—”

“Yes,” she said, climbing on top of him and pushing him back down when he tried to prop himself onto his elbows. “Yes, I am.” Tilting her head, Nya kissed him. “Because Ester got one thing right, you have a lot of apologizing to do, and since it’s there anyway, we wouldn’t want it to go to waste.”

He grumbled. “You’re a f*****g b***h too,” he said, but she could hear the lightness of the accusation, so knew it wasn’t serious and his hands were roaming over her back and a*s.

“That’s why we’re so well suited,” she said, angling her head the other way to kiss him again. “Because you’re the biggest prick I know.” She cast her eyes south to the d**k that was already trying to probe between her folds. “In more ways than one.”

“Okay,” he said, scooping his arms around her to flip her onto her back. “Like you said, since it’s there anyway… but I’m f*****g you under protest.”

She was laughing but accepted his kiss. He’d still be pissed at his mother when she came back. Maybe this was a gift in disguise because it gave them both a chance to exist in oblivion without facing the truth of what had transpired and the real danger that was lurking around the corner in their lives. This morning they were a couple in love, who’d been forced to enjoy each other. There were worse methods of t*****e to endure, so they’d just have to embrace this one and live with the consequences.