Page 128 of Shots Fired

He swipes a finger through my wetness.

“Yes,” I moan.

In one easy motion, Archer picks me up in his arms, carrying me over to the stepladder.

“I wanna fuck my wife,” he rasps into the crook of my neck.

Who am I to say no?

“Yes,” I reply, already desperate for his cock.

When he sits me on a wooden rung, Archer pushes his shorts to the floor and steps out of them. Eyes dark and totally naked, thigh tattoo visible for me to salivate over.

I reach out and grab his hip, pulling him toward me. He’s hard and leaking already.

“Are you okay?” I ask softly.

I don’t need to elaborate; he knows I’m referring to everything going on with Jack and the team.

Archer blows out a long, steadying breath, his broad shoulders dropping. He wraps a large palm around his cock andinches forward, holding the stepladder steady with one hand and pushing my thighs apart with his knee.

“I’m fucking great whenever I’m with you.”

I place my hand in the center of his chest, asking him to stop for a second.

He does, and I study his expression.

“You’ve spent a lot of time telling me everything will work out fine. Now it’s my turn to offer you that same reassurance.”

“We’ve been through so much to get here, Darcy.” He presses his forehead against mine, looking down between us. “It feels like I’ve had to fight everything and everyone to be with you, and I’ll fight even harder if that’s what it takes.”

I tip his chin up to look at me. “I’m telling you Jack will come around. I’ll make it happen. This wise guy once told me that when a person loves someone enough, it isn’t possible for bad shit to happen because that person simply won’t let it.”

The purest blue eyes find my own. “Do you …”

I nod my head without hesitation. “Yes. I do. I love you, Archer. I love everything about you. I love your kind heart and the passionate way you care for me and our baby. I love your mind and the way it wants to learn sudoku and all the things that make me happy.”

A single tear falls from his left eye, marking a track down his cheek.

My small palm is dwarfed by my husband’s broad chest, his heart beating a fast rhythm against it. “I love your past and everything you were before you met me. I embrace all of it because that’s what makes you special. No part of you has ever been or will ever be too much for me. You were and are exactly who I love. I see you, Archer Moore.”

Sometimes, no more words need to be spoken, only actions.

With a wetness that still shines in his eyes, Archer pushes himself inside me.

I immediately grip the sides of the ladder as we take each other in, bound in a lock of blissful emotion.

After a few seconds, he begins gliding in and out of my pussy, leaning down and sealing his mouth over mine.

When he whispers that he loves me, I swallow down his declaration. I want our baby girl to learn that this is how a woman should be loved. This is the only kind of love I want her to experience.

Shivers trickle down my spine when he wraps my leg around his waist, and I whimper in response to the way he drives deeper.

As I cling on to the ladder, Archer fucks me with abandon. I never thought it was possible to be fucked in a way that filled my heart with so much love. My husband proves that theory wrong.

He draws out my orgasm when it hits, pulling out and sliding in slower so I can feel the full benefit of his dick, along with its accessories.

“Does this cock make my wife feel good?” he croons, sliding all the way back inside me again.