His fingers brush my chin, tipping my face up to meet his gaze. “Do you want me to come back?” His voice is almost a whisper, his gaze probing.
I scoot up, lifting off his chest slightly so that I can reach out and hold his face in my hands, enjoying the feel of his scruff on my palms. “I want you to come back. At least for a little bit? For as long as you want.”
His responding grin is blinding. “I want to come back,” he says. “I will come back.”
And then his mouth presses against mine, and he promises me with whispered words and soft kisses and every caress of his hands.
ChapterNineteen
Finley
The next week passes quickly. Archer and I continue to work together and clean together in between making love at every available opportunity. We do our best to keep it from Jacob, which turns out to be easily accomplished—at least at first—since he’s oblivious and always running off with Frank in the afternoons. I should be more worried about him disappearing every day, but it’s hard to be stressed out when Archer lifts me on top of the dryer in the laundry chalet and shows me how much fun washing sheets and towels can be.
The metal of the machine is warm against my rear, which is good, since Archer tugs my pants down my hips, flinging them somewhere on the floor. He leans back in between my legs, his lips teasing my ear and trailing down my jaw.
I fumble with the zipper on his jeans. “Condom?”
His breath is warm on my neck, his hands clenching around my bare thighs. “Back pocket.”
I reach for the packet, rip it open with my teeth, and slide it on.
His mouth finds mine, tongue seeking entrance at the same moment he slides into me with a groan.
Jacob walks in, emits a high-pitched shriek, and then slams the door closed.
Archer drops his head on my shoulder. “I guess we’re not keeping secrets anymore.”
“Shit.” I scramble off the dryer, jerking my pants on while Archer disposes of the condom and zips himself up.
“Jacob.” I call his name as I’m leaving the shed. I half expect him to be long gone, to use this as yet another excuse to take off, but he’s pacing about twenty feet away from the door.
Archer emerges behind me and stops at my shoulder, close enough to touch if I lean back.
Jacob stops pacing and points at him. “You said you wouldn’t sleep with my sister.”
“I never said that.”
Jacob goes back to his frantic pacing and then throws up his hands. “You said you respected her.”
Archer frowns. “You should respect all the women you sleep with and the ones you don’t. What is wrong with you?”
Jacob fists his hair with both hands and tugs. “I don’t know. I can’t think straight.” His eyes fall shut. “I really wish I hadn’t seen your ass.”
I glance over my shoulder at Archer. He’s grinning.
“Are you enjoying this?” I ask in a low voice.
Jacob’s face contorts like he’s in pain.
“Kind of.” Archer shrugs, still smiling. Then he calls out to Jacob, “Would it help if you showed me your ass?”
Jacob pauses his agitated strides, scratching the back of his head, face contorted in confusion. “Maybe? Ugh.” He covers his eyes with one hand and waves at us with the other. “Could you not stand so close to each other?”
“I’ll let you handle him from here,” Archer whispers in my ear before giving my lobe a little nip.
I shiver and turn my head toward him. “Come over for dinner later?”
“I’ll finish with the laundry and changing the sheets, and then I’ll be there.” He drops a quick, hard kiss on my mouth before heading back to the laundry chalet.