He is not kissing me anymore. But my face is still lifted toward his, his parted lips inches apart from mine, both of us panting and jerking each other off.
I can come like this. In twenty or thirty seconds, I will.
But he lets go, takes his cock from my hand, and bucks his hips at me, bringing his tip between my legs and rubbing it back and forth against my wet center.
“Fuuuck,” he hisses, bends his knees, and tries to push himself inside me.
“Ah!” I cry out at the sudden sharp pain.
Not where he touches me but on my ankle.
What the hell?
It’s so unexpected, so sharp that my mouth falls open.
My body goes rigid.
“What is it?” Archer blurts out, pausing, his eyes searching my face for signs.
I yank my pants up and bend over to see.
And there it is—a red-white-black snake just two feet away from my foot…
“Shit,” I whisper and look at my foot—a small bite mark right on my ankle, below the pants. “It bit me.” I lift my face in shock at Archer. “Archer?” I say barely audibly.
He’s already pulling his jeans up and takes my hand. “Slowly. Move away slowly.”
I follow him as he tugs me away, his grip so tight it almost hurts.
Both our eyes are on the snake that coils on the ground as we creep away.
“Archer,” I whisper, turning toward him. “I don’t know much about snakes. Is it poisonous?”
My heart thuds like a drum.
He doesn’t look at me, only at the creature several feet away, as he slowly leads me from under the roof and into the rain, cool against my hot skin.
“Archer!” I don’t take my eyes away from his face that’s suddenly cold and serious. “Is it poisonous?” I almost shout at him, panic rising in my chest.
He doesn’t look at me when he motions with his head. “Let’s go,” he snaps and yanks me away.
17
ARCHER
I’ve beencock-blocked a few times in my life.
But never by a venomous snake.
What’s the least likely thing to happen to a couple in the jungle, about to get hot and dirty?
A snake bite.
The worst thing?
A venomous one.
In the middle of nowhere.