Page 137 of Shots Fired

Archer’s brows knit together as he tries to process my words. “She did?”

His hand immediately covers mine, and just as I pull it out from underneath—hoping that she’ll kick again and Archer will be able to feel it fully—she does. His breath catches in his throat, eyes growing wide with amazement.

“Holy shit. Our baby girl is saying hello.”

Love overtakes me, a flurry of warm fuzziness filling my chest. “She is,” I whisper.

He waits for a few more seconds, but no more kicks materialize.

“I think she went back to sleep,” Archer says, brushing his thumb over the small beginnings of a stretch mark.

I nod once, imagining her getting comfortable in there. “Probably just changing position in her little womb.”

“Little womb,” he repeats back, lips pulling into a warm smile.

I didn’t think it was possible, but when Archer kisses me, I’m certain he just fell harder for me and our daughter.

Archer sucks and nips at my neck, taking all of my weight as he holds me by the thighs, spreading them as wide as I can go before entering me quickly.

Pieces of dark hair fall over his slick forehead, partially covering his feral eyes. I know he loves the thought of getting caught as much as I do; I can tell by the feel of his cock—how hard he is, how big it grows inside me.

“How’s that?” he murmurs into the side of my neck, licking his tongue over my collarbone. “Does my wife like getting dicked down by her husband like this?”

“Yes.” All I can manage is a whimper, and it’s probably just as well since if I could find my voice, I’d be screaming my response.

Archer slows his pace, dropping his head to observe the way I take him.

“Look,” he croons, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth. “Look how beautiful our bump is, along with the dick that created it. You let me fuck you so well.”

I feel my release as it trickles down my thighs. I’m so wet and spread impossibly wide for him.

“You’re all over me, coating your husband in secret while your brother is just in the next room.”

More release covers his dick as I tighten around him, right on the edge of losing it completely.

“Come for me, Darcy.”

I shake my head, scared if I do, then I’ll be unable to temper my cries.

Archer clamps his mouth over mine, driving deeper and harder with thrusts that push me into a pleasure-induced trance. My orgasm ripples through my veins, seizing every muscle, igniting every nerve I possess.

As he licks into me, my pussy locks on to his dick, and I feel the way he throbs, liquid heat spreading throughout my lower half. I’m not sure Archer has ever come this hard, and by the way he shudders and shakes in response, he’s fighting to stay quiet too. He drops his face back into my neck, growling out the remains of his high.

I’m a strange kind of satiated—caught in the bliss of the orgasm he just gave me, yet still desperate to have his dick all over again.

Pregnancy can be a wonderful thing.

A throat clears from the other side of the curtain, and Archer’s growl turns humorous.

“We’re going to be late for the steak house,” Jack grinds out, the pained lilt in his voice earlier sounding even more intense.

“Yep,” Archer acknowledges, shoulders shaking with silent laughter as he presses his still-hard cock further inside me. “We’re just making sure these dresses are right for Darcy.”

“Of course you are,” Jack groans. “I have no doubt you’re making sure every inch fits perfectly.”

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

ARCHER