Hoping that doesn’t mean he has to go back into the hospital to deal with the issue, I quickly strip out of my clothes and put on the lab coat, pulling it around me just enough to cover my nipples. Then I sit on Archer’s bed, perfectly posed. And wait.
And wait.
And wait some more.
I’m starting to get bored, and sitting here with my stomach sucked in—sorry baby—and my tits pushed out is not comfortable. Finally, Archer hangs up and comes into the room.
“Sorry about that. We still need to talk about—” He cuts off when he sees me, jaw dropping just a little.
“You’re late for your appointment.” I narrow my eyes, biting my lip. “But luckily I’m still able to squeeze you in.”
Archer closes the door behind him and jumps on the bed, landing over top of me. “You do have a very tight schedule. Are you sure you can fit me in?” He moves between my legs, cupping my face and pushing me back.
“It’ll be hard, but I think I can make it work.” With hormones still making my sex drive crazy, I’m fighting with myself to stay patient and not rip Archer’s boxers off and bring his cock right to me. Not that he’d mind, but if I can keep this going a bit longer, he’ll more than appreciate it.
“I’m so sorry, doctor,” he says as he kisses my neck. “I’ll make it up to you.”
“I’m sure you will.” I put my hands on his shoulders and push him off me. “Now, we better get your exam started.” Moving out from underneath him, I shove him as hard as I can onto the mattress. He’s bigger and stronger than me and there’s no way I can really push Archer around. He goes along with it, falling back onto the bed.
“According to your chart,” I begin, kneeling over him. I slowly peel the coat back, letting the fabric slide down my breasts. Archer watches with wide eyes. “You’re well overdue for a thorough examination.”
The coat slips off my arms and I move on top of Archer. His cock is already hard and, even through his boxers, feeling it rub against me almost does me in. I lean forward, breasts in Archer’s face. He lifts his head off the pillow and takes one in his mouth, tongue swirling around my nipple. Groaning, I force myself to pull away, but Archer has other plans.
He grabs my waist and brings me forward, my pussy in his face. Pushing onto my knees, I grab the headboard, knowing I’ll need it to support myself once Archer gets to work. He turns his head to the side, biting my thigh. Goosebumps break out over my flesh when he gently runs his fingers up over my ass, slow and teasing.
He knows how wound up I get, and how easily he can turn me on, especially now. And he uses it to his advantage. It drives me crazy, makes me feel like I’m going to explode, but in the end, I come harder than I ever have before, and each time we have sex it makes me realize more and more how much we were made for each other.
We click. We fit. And I’m not just talking about physically. Though, physically, I don’t think I could find anyone more perfect for me than Archer. He knows how to work his hands. And his tongue. Together, at the same time. He can play my body like an instrument made just for him, and I know, without a doubt, no one else will ever make me feel this way.
I am in love with Archer Jones.
The fact that I’m carrying his baby confuses me, I’ll admit it. I want us to be in love. I want to be a couple. To raise our child together and be a family. Am I forcing something that’s not fully there? Archer has been nothing but amazing to me…but is it too soon to say those three words?
He turns his head in and his tongue lashes against my clit. The fact that I’m currently riding his face might have something to do with me suddenly feeling so in love with him as well.
“Archer,” I moan, knowing he loves when I say his name during sex. He brings his hands down, squeezing my ass, and eats my pussy with fervor, not stopping until I’m squirming against him. I’m so close to coming, and tingles jolt through my body, bringing every nerve alive. I rock my hips against his face, and his tongue plunges into me. I grip the headboard and arch my back right on the edge of an orgasm.
Archer quickens his movements, alternating between flicking my clit with his tongue as fast as he can and gently sucking it until I come. He holds me against him, not stopping as the orgasm ripples through me. Everything is so sensitive, almost painful, but he’s relentless as I try to squirm away, not stopping until I come again.
I fall back onto the bed and I know we were made for each other.
“Did I pass my exam?” Archer groans, moving on top of me.
“The first part,” I pant. “This is a…a lengthy process.”
“Well, speaking of length…” Archer wiggles his hips against mine and I laugh. Looking into his eyes, I run my fingers through his hair. Yep. I’m a goner. I don’t want to come to any conclusions just yet since I’m still naked beneath him and he’s yet to fuck me, but if I’m not actually in love with him, I’m pretty damn close.
“We should continue the exam.” I bring my mouth to his, kissing him deeply and tasting myself on his lips. “I don’t want to miss anything.”
“Right. Thank you, doctor.” He moves his lips from mine to my neck. “I know I’m in good hands.”
I reach down, trying to remove his boxers and he kisses my neck. He moves back just enough to take his boxers off, and once he’s naked, I roll him over and climb on top.
“Put the lab coat back on.” Archer’s hand lands on my hip. “I want you to wear it while you fuck me.”
He slaps my ass when I reach over the bed to get it and pull it on, fastening one button.
“You’re so hot, Quinn.”
Parting my legs, I move over the top of him and take hold of his big cock. My pussy quivers ever so slightly every time I see it. We’ve had sex many times, and it still amazes me that thing can fit inside me.
“I’m Dr. Jones today,” I say, trying to be sexy. And then I realize I’m trying to make Archer call me by his own name. “Unless that’s weird. Then I can be Quinn.”
His eyes meet mine, and behind the lust, I see something else. His lips curve into a smile and he looks down at my hand wrapped around his cock. “It’s not weird to think about you having my last name.”
My heart skips a beat, and suddenly I can’t get on him fast enough. Archer feels the same and sits up, pushing me back and moving on top. I widen my legs and he enters me, thrusting in hard and fast. His lips find the spot on my neck that always does me in, and it doesn’t take long before I’m close to coming again.
Archer pushes in balls deep, burying his cock inside me as he comes. He kisses me before he pulls out, and reaches down to the foot of his bed for his boxers, handing them to me to use to clean myself up.
“Want to take a shower?” he asks, moving my hair out of my face.
“Yeah,” I say back, still a little breathless, both from sex and from what Archer said. I want to believe with all my heart he’s thinking about marriage and me having his last name because we’re so in love we don’t want to go another day without being husband and wife.
But I know that’s not true.
We haven’t even said the L word yet.
We don’t live together.
And we’ve only been dating a few weeks.
I love you, baby, but damn, these hormones are messing with my heart…and my head.
5
Quinn
“I forgot to pack a hairdryer.” I turn to Archer, who’s already dressed and ready two minutes after getting out of the shower. “You don’t have one, do you?”
“No, but Sam might.”
“Sam?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Yeah. He was really into blowouts for a while.”
“You’re joking.”
Archer laughs. “I wish I was. Let me go look.” He steps out of the bathroom and I flip my head over, wrapping my towel around my hair. Archer got quiet again while we were in the shower, reminding me of his old hot-and-cold self that used to drive me crazy. Hell, it still drives me crazy.
This w
hole one-step-forward-and-two-steps-back thing with him makes me question what I was feeling, furthering the proof in my mind that I’m not actually in love with him. He’s the father of my child and being together in a perfect relationship is ideal.
I can’t rush what’s not there.
“Found one,” Archer says, coming back into his bathroom.
“This is a really expensive hairdryer,” I chuckle. “Sam was really into blowouts.” I set it on the counter and put on a bit of makeup before drying my hair. When I turn the dryer off and fluff my hair, I hear Archer on the phone.