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CHAPTER

TWENTY-SIX

ARCHIE

I’m running on adrenaline at this point. I don’t know what day it is or what time it is. I’m just going where I’m told to go.

We went to the courthouse this morning to get the marriage license, and luckily, the judge found out I was there and signed it for us on the spot. His son was a year younger, and we had played football together in high school. Then he wanted my autograph and a few pics before we left.

Our friends arrived a few hours ago, and my mama had a whole spread set out for a little barbeque. Her friends brought baby gifts, as did Charlie, so it’s turned into a little baby shower/pre-wedding bash today.

My friends, as I knew they would, seem to love Emma. I can tell she feels comfortable with them and is enjoying having them here. It was a good call, inviting everyone up. And my brothers are here too. Although Austin had to leave early for a baseball game.

Ace and Aston have been flirting with Mia and Peyton shamelessly. I think they think they really have a chance with those two. Cocky little fuckers. I love ’em .

Aiden has been hanging out with Bo and Casey mostly. He’s met Casey a few times, but this is the first time he’s getting to meet Bo. They’re sort of alike, now that I think about it.

Emma’s friends pulled me aside earlier with a plan.

I’m not sure if Emma will like it or hate it, but they really want to pull this off, so like the good sport that I am, I agreed.

I ordered a car to pick up the girls and booked a block of rooms in downtown Dallas since it will be late by the time we’re done.

The girls will all head out first, and me and the guys will show up a bit later—minus my brothers because where we’re going, they need to be twenty-one to enter.

The car arrives, and Emma has no idea what they’re doing, but she seems to be having fun.

Charlie is going with them even though Beck wants her to stay with us.

Because where we’re going, Beck is likely to go apeshit if some guy starts rubbing up on his girl.

And I don’t blame him. The difference between us though, I’m putting a ring on it.

Tonight. And she’s having my baby, so I’m not too worried about it.

When my truck pulls up to the club where the girls are thirty minutes later, Casey looks out the window and shakes his head.

“Uh-uh. I’m not going in there. Is that where the girls are? Beck, you’re okay with Charlie being in there?” His voice squeaks, and his eyebrows shoot to his hairline.

“Fuck no, but I’m here now, so it doesn’t really matter.”

“Be a good sport, King. This is about my girl. Don’t ruin it for her.”

He shakes his head as we all get out of the car.

Liam wraps an arm around my shoulders. “She digs the hat, I guess?”

I have on my favorite Stetson. Not the one I’ll wear for the wedding, but my everyday hat. It’s black with a thin black leather band around it. I’m wearing my boots that she likes too.

“She loves the hat.” I wink at him.

We hear the girls before we see them. Peyton, Mia, and Livi are sitting near the front of the stage, whistling at the guy dancing in front of them. Emma and Charlie are sitting around the back of their table, not watching the show but talking to each other.

“I’m gonna go find the guy I need to talk to in order to get backstage. You guys hang back here so Emma doesn’t see you.”

They all nod, and I make my way to the back.

“You Archie?” a guy in a black shirt asks me.

“That I am.”

“You’re dancing for your girl, right?”

“Yeah. I’m the only one who can dance for her. I don’t want any other guy onstage but me while she’s up there.”

“Not a problem. Hey, I gotta ask though. You just got drafted to the Cowboys, right?”

“Depends on how you plan to use this information.”

The guy tilts his head back and laughs. “Buddy, you don’t have to worry about anonymity here. We have to sign pretty strict agreements. You’d be surprised if you knew who came in here. So, no offense, man, but you ain’t newsworthy enough to lose my job over.”

Okay then. I hold my fist out for him to bump, and he does and laughs.

“Good luck this season, man. We need some guys like you on offense.”

“Thanks. I can’t wait to get out there and get it done.”

He nods, then looks around the curtain. “Looks like you’re up. Your girl is sitting in the chair onstage.”

“Thanks, man.”

I walk up the few stairs to the stage, and the lights are off.

As soon as “Pony” by Ginuwine starts playing, I walk out onstage.

Now, I’m not a dancer, but I do know how to move my body.

And I’ve been known to eat up attention, so the loud cheers that erupt when I slide around the stage feed my ego just a little.

When I get to the chair, Emma is blindfolded, and she’s wearing a sash that says Mother and Bride-to-Be , written in marker. I try to hold in my laugh, thinking about how much Emma probably hated the whole idea of this.

Because I have zero patience, as soon as the lyrics start, I take hold of her blindfold and slowly lower it down. When she opens her eyes, she looks up at me and smirks.

“I knew it.”

Instead of answering, I place my hat on her head and start dancing up on her. I straddle her lap while standing and take hold of the back of the chair with one hand while brushing my fingers down her face with my other hand.

My friends and Emma’s are whistling and catcalling from the table in front of the stage. But my eyes, they’re on Emma.

I roll my hips because I’m here to put on a show after all. Her eyes move down my body, and I see the heat in them. This is turning her on. I know that look well.

When I push off the chair to stand, I grab the hem of my shirt.

“Oh, babe. You’re pulling it all out, huh?”

Instead of answering her, I give her the smile I know makes her melt, then take off my shirt and toss it to her. She catches it and sets it on her lap.

Emma motions me toward her with her index finger, so I slide my way back over to her. When I’m straddling her, she works her hands from my stomach up to my chest.

“You want this, baby?”

“Oh, yeah, and you’re all mine. Fuck, Arch. I’m almost embarrassed to say it, but this is turning me on. We might have to make this a regular thing. But, like, in our home. Privately.”

“Only for you, darlin’.”’ I take hold of the back the chair again, but with two hands this time, and I tilt it back far enough for me to lean down and kiss her.

My hat slides back on her head a little, so I slide one hand toward the middle and let go of the chair with the other hand to catch the hat before it falls. I catch it by the brim, and while I’m still hovering over her, I flip my hat and set it on my head and wink at her.

The hollers and whistles from the crowd are near deafening as the song ends.

I pull Emma up by her hands, then lift her, cradle-style, and carry her off the stage. When I set her down, her hands wind around my neck, and she lifts up to kiss me. It’s deep. It’s dirty. And my cock feels like it’s gonna bust through my zipper.

“Baby, I can’t fuck you here. Let’s go back to the hotel.”

“Yes, the hotel. Wait, what hotel?”

“I got us all rooms here in Dallas for the night.”

“Okay, yes, let’s do that. I’m sure they can figure out their way back, right? Like, we don’t need to wait for them?”

I let out a deep laugh and tilt my head back. “Yeah, darlin’, we can leave. I sent the hotel info to everyone with their room numbers and digital keys on the way up here. We’re good. Let’s get out of here.”

I set my hat on her head while I slip on my shirt, then reach into my pocket and take out my phone. I text Beck to tell him we’re leaving.

We reach my truck in the parking lot, and I pick her up and set her in the seat. Then walk around to the driver’s side and hop in.

“So, were you surprised or no?” I lean over and kiss her nose.

“Well, I mean, I had an idea something was gonna happen when they pulled up to that club. There was no way you would be okay with me going there without you, so I just followed along with the plan. Curious more than anything. But, babe …” She leans in and whispers against my lips, “You got me so worked up that I hope you’re ready for me to ride. You. All. Night.”

She licks my mouth from my bottom lip to my top. And I don’t know why that’s so sexy, but it is.

“Oh, yeah?” I ask, sliding my hand up her thigh. “How wet are you? ”

“Soaked.”

My fingers reach her center, and she’s right. She’s soaked.

“Let’s see how long you can last.”

I brush my fingers across the top of her panties, and she rolls her hips.

“I can’t wait. I need you now. Like, seriously. Let’s get in the back seat.”

“Baby, I’m not sure how comfortable that will be for you. There’s not a ton of room back there.”

Instead of answering me, she jumps out of the truck. I see her look around the parking lot, and then she gets in the back seat.

I can’t help the laugh that slips out. This night has been pretty crazy as it is, so why not fuck my very pregnant fiancée in the back of my truck? In a parking lot at a strip club. Sorry, male revue . So, I jump out and get in the back with her.

“Archie,” she moans as I push my hand between her legs.

“Be good, Emma. Don’t come yet.” I lean in and kiss her, capturing the next moan that tries to escape.

With the limited space we have, it’ll be tricky to get her completely naked like I want, but I need to feel as much of her as possible. Her skirt and panties come off first. Then I take my hat off her head and put it back on mine. Then I pull off her shirt.

“Lift your arms.”

She’s fumbling with the button on my jeans, but it pops open when I lift my hips. She pulls down the zipper, then drags my jeans down my legs. Then she slides her hands back up my legs and takes my cock in her hand and smears the cum around my crown.

“Darlin’, if you keep playing with my cock, I might come before you get yours. How do you want to do this?”

She climbs over my lap and straddles me. “I think I’m gonna go ahead and take that ride. But, Archie, leave the hat on.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I take hold of the rim and tip it toward her.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” She lifts up and reaches between her legs and grabs my cock. As I sink into her tight heat, we both moan. “Holy hell, you feel so good, Arch.”

“That’s it, baby. Bounce on my cock.”

My hands slide around to cup her ass, and I help her lift her hips up and down. When she starts to roll her hips, I slide my hands from her ass to take hold of her breasts.

“Squeeze a little. Your hands feel so good on me, babe. Your cock is so deep. I just want to stay like this. I feel like I can’t take you deep enough.”

I start to roll my hips in sync with hers. It’s slow, controlled, and I feel like our bodies are truly and deeply connected. Needing to taste her lips, I move one hand to her neck and pull her toward me, then meet my mouth to hers. Our tongues tangle, and I feel her hips start to move faster.

She breaks the kiss, breathless. “I’m so close. Keep moving your hips just like that, Archie. You’re hitting that one spot that drives me crazy, and I feel like I’m on fire.”

Just as she says it, I start to feel her pussy contract around my cock.

“Take it, baby. Ride it out,” I pant out.

I’ve been holding back my orgasm, waiting for her to reach hers first. With a few more deep pumps, I can’t hold back anymore, and I erupt.

She leans back and rests her head on the back of the front seat. “Oh fuck, Arch. That was so, so good. We’re definitely gonna do this again. And preferably when I’m not pregnant.”

I place my hands on either side of her belly. “Baby, you are so beautiful to me. Watching you come is my very favorite thing. I’m the luckiest son of a bitch that I get to call you mine. And tomorrow, I’ll get to call you my wife.”

“Yeah, you are. I can’t wait. But right now, I’m not sure I can move. You’re gonna have to help me get off your dick.” She snorts out a laugh.

“You can stay on board. Hell, we can even go another round if you want. You keep moving those hips, and I’ll be ready to go in just a few pumps.”

She shakes her head and starts to lift her hips, making my dick slide out. “Let’s go to the hotel. I know the wedding isn’t until the evening tomorrow, but I don’t want your mom to be left taking care of everything tomorrow.”

“Baby, she won’t let you lift a finger, and you know it. You just need to show up at the end of that aisle and say yes.”

She puts on her top, then pulls her panties and skirt on. “I’ll definitely show up, and I will one hundred percent say yes.”

I pull up my jeans, zip, and button. “Let me get you out, just sit tight.”

Then I open the door and walk around to her side. When I pull the door open, she’s got a strange look on her face.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I think I just had a contraction.” She’s holding her stomach.

I put my hand over hers. “Is it one of those early ones? What are they called? Braxton something?”

“Braxton-Hicks, but I’m not sure that’s what this is.” One of her hands grabs on to my forearm. “Okay, that was a little stronger.”

“Do we need to go to the hospital?” I’m trying to stay calm for her.

She scoots forward a little closer toward me, and I take her arm and hold it while she starts to climb out.

“Maybe I just need to stand for a second.”

As soon as her feet hit the ground, a gush of fluid splashes on the pavement.

“Baby, either you just peed or it’s time to go.”

“It’s time to go.” She looks up with panic in her eyes.

“Hey, I got you. We got this. Let’s get you in the front seat and get moving.” I lean in to kiss her and wrap my arms around her.

Her hands grip my shirt, and she nods into my chest. “Okay, I guess we’re going to have a baby.”