Page 4 of Just One: Box Set

Chapter Four

A rcher arrived at class twenty minutes early. He wanted to be in his seat at the back so he could watch Harley walk in. His dick stretched against the zipper of his pants, forcing him to adjust himself. He'd never had this much of a reaction to a woman before, and that scared him.

He knew the moment she walked into the class. She was stunning and every head in the room tracked her as she climbed the steps to her seat. Archer was certain she had no idea people were looking at her. He shot her a wicked grin as she paused at her seat.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" She cocked her eyebrow at him. "Are you waiting for me to drop to my knees and play pop the weasel with your meat stick?"

Archer choked at her words. She was a firecracker who had no filter. "My meat stick?" He shook his head in disbelief.

"Did I stutter?" She shoved into the aisle and plopped into her chair, effectively dismissing him.

"Hey," he leaned forward and whispered into her ear. "As much as the visual of you—what was it you said? Playing pop the weasel with my meat stick—sounds…" Archer brushed her hair out of the way. "I'd rather start with a date."

The hitch of her breath made him smile as he leaned back and tugged out his notebook. He was completely enamored with the woman in front of him, and he didn’t want her to think it was all about sex for him. Though he could definitely picture how being inside her would feel.

He tried to focus on the professor, but his eyes were drawn to her.

Archer was so lost in his daydream about Harley that he didn’t realize class had ended.

Not until the other students were getting up and leaving did, he realize he'd missed most of the lecture.

He gathered his books and shoved them into his backpack.

Harley was staring at him when he turned around to exit. "Hey."

"Um. Hey." Harley twisted her fingers in front of her. "I need to apologize."

Archer tilted his head. "For what?"

"Sometimes my mouth moves before I've had time to think about what I'm saying."

"I like that you're blunt." Archer adjusted the bag on his shoulder. "It's sexy."

"Telling you I want to pogo on your meat stick is sexy?" Harley snorted. "Right. Well, this has been humiliating enough, so I'm gonna go."

Archer watched as she turned to flee.

"Hey, wait a second." He reached out and grabbed her arm. "I was serious. I'd like to take you out on a date. I'm Archer, by the way."

Harley glanced at his hand and then to him. Her expression was hard to read, but Archer felt like she was shocked by his repeated admission.

"You really want to date me?" she stuttered. "I mean, take me on a date."

"Yes." Archer let go and move to stand beside her. He took her bag from her shoulder and started down the steps. "Come on. I'll treat you to coffee so we can plan our date."

"You didn't ask my name." She hurried down the steps behind him.

"Harley, right?" He grinned over his shoulder. "You had some classes with my roommate. He kinda told me your name."

"How did your roommate know I was in class with you?"

"You’re kinda unforgettable. When I described the girl who'd offered me a blow job, Carter—my roommate—knew right away who you were."

"Because I offered you a blow job?" Horror and embarrassment skittered across her face.

"No." Archer stopped walking and dropped her bag to the ground. He reached out and ran his thumb down her jaw, causing her to suck in a breath. "He remembered you because you're fucking beautiful."

Archer held her gaze, his heart thundering like a wild herd of elephants running across the plains of Africa. He didn’t mean to come on so strong, but she needed to know her crass comments had nothing to do with why she was memorable.

"Oh." Her voice came out as a whisper.

"Harley." Archer stepped closer, his own bag slipping from his shoulder and crashing to the ground beside him.

"Um-hum." Her eyes never broke contact.

"I'm going to kiss you, ok?"

She blinked, her gaze flicking to his lips briefly. "Ok."

Archer's lips descended on hers. His touch tentative and soft so as not to scare her. Her body stiffened at first, likely from the shock he was kissing her. But he couldn’t help himself.

He had to taste her. Archer started to pull away, but Harley shocked him by wrapping her arms around his neck and deepening their kiss.

Her lips moved against his, parting to allow him inside.

Archer swiped his tongue against hers. His hand moved down her back, pulling her against him, and allowing her to feel exactly how much she affected him.

Harley squeaked and stepped back. "I…" Her skin tinged pink with an adorable blush. "This isn't me. I shouldn’t have done that."

"Hey. I'm the one that kissed you first." He brushed her hair behind her ear. "So… about that date?"

"About that date." Harley grinned as Archer picked up both their bags. "Coffee?" She grinned, walking in front of him.

"Coffee."

Archer was in trouble. This girl was going to be his or she was going to be his undoing. Hell, she was likely going to be both.