Page 56 of Archer
Eyes glued to the screen, I pour more whiskey and take a sip, running my tongue over my lower lip. The live view of what’s happening right across the hall shows me they haven’t actually gotten into the shower yet, they’re just talking, Elliot perched on the counter, Kingston standing in front of her. She’s a little hard to hear, but I can just make her out. “You know you sound a bit like your dad?”
Kingston’s jaw works to the side. “I hope you mean the sound of our voices are similar and not anything else. He was downright menacing toward you, not to mention disrespectful. I didn’t fuckin’ like it.”
She smiles, lifting a hand to trace his lips with the pads of her fingers. He visibly relaxes at her touch. “In the beginning, when you didn’t really want me here, you did some uncalled for stuff. Yousoundedmean, but I never thought you’d ever do anything to cause me harm. Not really. I’m not so sure about your father, though. Every word he said was a punch to the gut. I had to file it all away to think about some other time so he didn’t see how much it affected me. I didn’t want him to know. Didn’t want to give him more ammunition,” she mumbles.
Fucking hell. I knew she couldn’t have been impervious to Jared’s words. Fuckingknewit.
Kingston’s head jerks sharply. “I meant what I said. Don’t you fucking let him get to you. It’s what he’s good at.”
Good. You fuckin’ tell her, K.
“Yeah. I hear you.” She hesitates as if something else has occurred to her. “Hey— What did you say to Stuart?”
He pauses a second, then his chest expands before he lets out a sigh, his lips twitching. “You mean when he was busy being a dickhead to you?”
“Yes. I saw him go paler than his usual pasty self when you got in his face. Whatever you said must have been good.”
He leans in, tucking a piece of hair matted with mud away from her face. “I told him I knew about him threatening you, and I made a promise to remove his nut sac from his body if he ever tried it again.”
From this angle, I can see the comical O that her lips have formed. I had no idea he’d threatened Stuart like that. But I approve wholeheartedly, snickering at Elliot’s reaction to the way Kingston is so nonchalantly talking about castrating the red-bearded asshole. It amuses me. Is she really so surprised by the lengths we’d go to protect her? Giving my head a small shake, I lift the whiskey to my lips again.
“I need you to tell me if he—or anyone else—crosses the line. Nobody gets away with shit. We’re fuckin’ done with that.”
She stares him boldly in the eyes. “Okay. Agreed. Will you help me in the shower?”
He grins, catching her chin with his fingers. “What if I like you a little dirty?”
Oh, sweet baby Jesus.That’s hot.
She leans in until I swear she’s going to kiss him, but slips off the counter instead, unbuttoning my shirt and backing away from him with a naughty smirk. Lust surges through me as my eyes travel over her. She looks good in my clothes but definitely better out of them. From the look of unbridled hunger on his face, I’d say Kingston agrees.
My mind spins back to the woods earlier where Elliot had literally stripped out of every single piece of clothing she had on because they were soaked through with mud—right down to her bra and underwear. Fuck, she’d been a sight, all naked and perfect. And then I’d given her the shirt off my back to wear home. My fucking shirt.Hell, yes.
“I like you wearing Archer’s clothes.” Kingston’s rough voice coming through the computer speaker snaps me out of the recent memory and back to the present. I blink, sitting up straighter in my chair.
“Oh, yeah?” Her brow quirks as she continues to slowly work the buttons free, giving Kingston (and me, thank fuck for these cameras) a tantalizing glimpse of the skin beneath.
“Fuck, yes I do,” he growls. “Because you’re bothmine.”
Heat flashes over my skin at his words, my cock hardening painfully. But then my eyes fall to her thighs as she drops the shirt, and it only takes a fraction of a second for me to realize they’d already removed the protective bandage from around her leg. I take a larger gulp of the whiskey this time, groaning in dismay as I do. I’d try to savor it, but there are certain times when a guy needs to simply feel the alcohol—and the reminder of what Nick did to Elliot in addition to the disturbing clusterfuck that is my life is close to driving me insane.
I exhale slowly, trying to get myself back into the right frame of mind. Everything is going to be fine. Watching them helps. My girlandmy guy getting undressed while I watch from across the hall… it’s probably the best way to get my mind off all that other shit.
I lean back in my chair, spreading my legs wider to accommodate the growing hard-on I have zero control over, and exhale from between pursed lips. “Fuuuck,” I grind out as I watch the two of them enter the shower, the rapid pounding of my heart a good indication of how much I’m already enjoying this. He helps her through the process of washing the mud and debris from her hair, then conditions it for her, too, exactly like I’ve done before.
I have to hand it to Kingston. He has a gentle touch when he wants to and is not in a hurry at all, taking his time to smooth his hands and a whole lot of soap over her. He’s hell-bent on touching every square inch of skin to make sure there isn’t a filthy spot left. The way his big hands move over her is riveting. I can’t pry my eyes away for a single goddamn second. It’s getting steamy over there, and fuck if it’s not steamy over here, too.
He kisses her with those soft lips I sometimes dream about, his hand closing over the front of her throat as he backs her up to the tiled wall, bracing himself with one hand. This isn’t the first time where I can’t decide which of them I’d rather be, so I indulge myself in both fantasies. First, I imagine Elliot sliding her hands over my ass, her breasts brushing up against my torso, nipples needy and begging to be sucked. And because I am who I am, it doesn’t take but a second before the image reverses, and I’m caught up against the wall, Kingston’s cock brushing mine as he leans in to feast on my mouth, kissing me with such ardent hunger, I feel as though I’m being consumed.
I blink, bringing myself back to the scene unfolding in front of me on the screen. Water splashes fucking everywhere. I groan long and low, knowing I can’t hold out. Desire has me all twisted up with a hazy kind of need that I can’t quite pinpoint. I want him. But I want her. I fuckin’ want it all.
Elliot grasps Kingston’s shoulders and slides her hands up into his wet hair. The spray of the water is too loud for me to hear anything else, but he’s obviously saying something near her ear. Like he’s following through on whatever plans he whispered to her, he slides his hands down to grip the back of her thighs, picking her up. She wastes no time in wrapping her legs around him. What I wouldn’t give for it to be my abs her cunt was brushing up against.
Like a perverted idiot, I keep tilting my head to the side to see if I can figure out what he’s doing between her legs. He has to be touching her pussy, maybe circling her clit with his wet fingers. It’s all guesswork since this is the only camera feed that shows the shower. This is as good as it gets. But yeah, from the way her mouth has fallen open, and she’s writhing in his arms, I’d say he’s finger fucking her with a thumb to her clit.
Sparks catch and light along my skin. At first, it’s a prickling sizzle, but when Kingston grabs his dick, I can no longer hold back. I whip my own out, and slowly begin to stroke the full length of it, aching for both of them. With my breath coming hard and fast, I fuck my fist while he fucks her sweet pussy.
The two of them going at it is a visual feast, and I’m eating up every single morsel from the way his ass cheeks flex as he rocks into her to how she’s clawing at his shoulders and squeezing her thighs around his hips. My head drops against the back of my chair as I shuttle my hand faster and faster over my hot skin.