Comeback (The Holland Brothers Book 3)

Archer, London, and I pile into the back of the Uber with me wedged between them. Brogan is up front. My left side buzzes with awareness in all the spots Archer touches. London scoots forward to put her hands on Brogan’s shoulders.

It gives me a little more space, but I don’t move.

The driver is a young guy, obviously thrilled that he got the call to pick us up and doesn’t bat an eye when Brogan turns up his music until the bass thumps under my ass.

Archer shifts beside me. His right hand goes around behind me, and I suck in a breath as his fingers dip in the gap between the waist of my jeans and my back. He hums along with the music and the vibration sends another shot of pleasure through me.

We pull up to the Jack in the Box drive-thru and the music lowers so we can order.

“Do you want anything?” Brogan turns around to ask us.

I shake my head. Archer does the same. Brogan orders enough tacos for all of us anyway. He hands back two bags of food, and London snatches them and digs in immediately.

“Sorry,” she says after she accidentally elbows me in the arm.

“A girl has to have room to eat,” I say with a stilted chuckle. I inch closer to Archer to make more room for her and also because I’ll take any excuse to touch more of him. His hand still rests just under the band of my jeans and now I’m nearly sitting on his lap.

His thumb strokes back and forth along my skin and I can feel his breath on my neck. His lips ghost over my skin and I swallow hard.

The ride seems to take forever, but in actuality, it’s only five minutes before we pull up to the curb outside of the apartment. Brogan is the first out and he opens London’s door. It takes them a moment to gather all the trash with them both being tipsy. Archer and I wait for them, even though we could go out his door.

My legs are shaky as I finally step out onto the sidewalk. The four of us walk up to our place. Brogan is carrying London piggyback and they’re in their own little happy, drunken bubble.

“They’re cute,” I say as Archer falls into step beside me.

“What did you say?” he asks, then his gaze drops to my mouth.

“They’re cute,” I repeat and this time I sign the words as well.

He glances ahead and then nods. “You say that now but in about fifteen minutes you’re not going to think so.”

“Why not?” I ask.

“You’ll see.” He takes my hand like it’s the most natural thing in the world. By the time we make it through the front door, London and Brogan are shut up in their room. The apartment is dark, except for the moonlight streaming through the living room windows.

Archer uses our joined hands to tug me close to him. My breasts brush against his chest and I tip my head back slightly to meet his gaze.

“I thought you didn’t want this.” My pulse is racing, and the words come out husky. The whole ride home felt like foreplay.

“I was trying to do the decent thing. This could be messy, and Brogan might actually kick my ass.”

I slide my hands up over his shoulders and tangle my fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. He reaches up and takes off his hat, tossing it to the counter.

“You’re his best friend. He’s not going to kick your ass.”

“I’m not so sure about that, but I’m willing to risk it.” He leans down and takes my legs out from underneath me. I clutch at his shoulders as he lifts me up and holds me against him as he stalks toward his room.

He kicks the door shut behind us. My heart flutters as we lock eyes. We stare a beat as if we’re both deciding whether or not we’re really going to do this, then lunge at the same time. I sigh into his mouth as his lips slant over mine. Archer kisses me like he’s been counting the seconds since the last time we did this.

My arms tighten around his neck, and I press into him. He steps up to the bed and lays me down on it gently.

“Sorry it’s not a waterbed.”

I giggle and sit up so that when he climbs over me, I can kiss him again. He pushes me back onto the bed, covering me with his body. My legs fall open to make room for him. His dick is hard and pushes against my center.

We both groan. I nip at his bottom lip, and he presses against me. Archer pulls back with the sexiest moan. He inches down my body, staring up at me with hooded eyes. He lifts up my shirt and places a kiss on my stomach. Then his hands work on unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down.

He stares down at me like he’s in no rush, but I’m struggling to keep still. Every nerve ending begs for relief. Archer moves back up over me and kisses me again, this time more tenderly.

Noise somewhere in the apartment catches my attention and I break the kiss to listen.

“What’s wrong?” Archer asks.

“Do you hear that?”

He arches a brow, and I roll my eyes.

“It sounds like…” I trail off as I realize exactly what I’m hearing. Archer grins like he already knew, even without actually hearing it. Brogan and London are doing the same thing we are. Except not so quietly. “They’re so loud.”

“Not so cute now, huh?” He pulls his phone out of his pocket and taps a few buttons. Music starts to play through his speakers.

“Had to be rock, huh?” I ask, not bothering to yell because I know he’s watching my lips.

“I could switch it to Ariana if you’d like.”

“I don’t care what you play, just kiss me again.”

A cocky smirk tips up one side of his mouth. He sets his phone on the nightstand and then lies in front of me. My hand strokes up and down his arm. He has really great forearms.

“Remember to squeeze twice if you want me to stop.”

I’ve barely deciphered his meaning when he’s pulling my knee over his hip. His fingers drift around to my back and then lazily lower over my panties until they settle on the back of my thigh.

“Sabrina?”

“Squeeze twice. Got it. Now kiss me.”

He chuckles but lowers his mouth to mine. He’s not tender or soft this time. His tongue sweeps in and tangles with mine. He captures my moans and hums in reply. Archer pulls me on top of him so that I’m straddling his lap. His hands roam up my thighs to my waist, over my arms and shoulders and to the side of my neck.

“Fuck, you’re sexy.”

My skin heats with the compliment. I slide my hands underneath his shirt and drag them over his cut stomach and chest. “Right back at ya.”

I tug on the material, and he sits up enough for me to remove it. My gaze drops to his tattoos, and I run a finger over a tiny saguaro cactus woven into the rest of his tattoos. Something about it makes me smile.

But not for long because Archer is doing his own exploring, and it feels divine. One hand stays on the side of my neck and the other lowers until he’s teasing my skin high up on my thigh with his deliciously warm and rough fingers.

Slowly he moves higher until the tips of his fingers brush against my panties. A shaky breath leaves my lips. He pauses like he thinks I’m unsure.

“Don’t stop. Whatever is the opposite of two squeezes.”

He moves his hand on the side of my neck around until his palm rests against my throat lightly. “I wish I could hear every moan, every gasp, every word that leaves your mouth, but at least this way I can feel it. I won’t stop if you don’t hold back.”

“Deal.”

His fingers dip under the silky material. His gaze flits between my eyes and my lips as he strokes gently over my pussy. Two fingers tease my entrance as his thumb circles my clit.

When I moan again, his grip on my throat tightens just a little. Not like he’s trying to cut off my air supply but like he’s trying to capture every sound.

Archer’s fingers work me over in a slow, dizzying rhythm. Every time I moan, he feels the sound vibrate against my throat. And when I come, he looks at me with such awe that I can’t help but say his name over and over again.

“Archer,” I rasp out one more time while his hand cups my neck.

“I love the way you say my name.”

He slides his hand out from my panties and as I catch my breath, he moves me off him gently and I fall onto my back.

A big smile stretches across my face. The music is still going, and I can’t hear his breathing, but I can feel his chest rising and falling. Archer drapes an arm around my middle. He’s still in his jeans, but he pulls me into his side.

“Can you sleep with music or would you rather listen to Brogan and London?”

I turn my face back to him. “Sleep? What about…” I trail off and arch my butt into his erection.

He groans and tightens his grip against me before placing a kiss on my forehead. “Go to sleep before we do something neither of us can take back.”

“You mean like fucking your best friend’s sister?”

“I mean like fucking my best friend’s sister so hard neither of us can leave this bed tomorrow.”

My brows rise and he chuckles. Archer gets out of bed and shucks off his jeans. His dick tents his boxer briefs. Even in the dark I can make out the lines of muscle in his upper body.

“I choose option two,” I say and sign.

He takes out his hearing aids and then pulls back the covers. I get underneath fully intending to seduce him, but he tucks me against his side and a happy contentment has my eyes falling shut.