Until You're Mine (11 page)

Why was I so on edge?

“Another round with Cannon I see.” Jerking my head up, I found Katherine closing the door, locking it. “When will you ever learn?”

The way she stood there smiling at me knocked the wind from my lungs. I took in her long tan legs and the short cream lace mini skirt she had on.

Damn what this woman did to me.

I found the air to summon a response. “Learn what exactly?”

“You should know by now, you get more bees with honey,” Her smooth voice trickled down my spine like the sticky sweetness she spoke of.  

My dick swelled tighter as I leaned back in my chair. “What’re you doing here?”

“I needed to see you.”

When she made confessions like that, it did crazy shit to my heart. Made it flutter like a goddamn butterfly.

She shrugged out of her jacket, tossing it onto the leather couch, and then she began to slowly unbutton her top as she walked toward me. “And just what do you think you’re doin’?”

“What does it look like?” Spinning my chair to face her, she raked her intent brown eyes up and down my body, fixing on the mountain of need growing in my pants, and then slowly moving back up to land on my lips. Her cheeks were stained pink with desire as she wrapped her tiny hands around the base of my neck, perfectly positioning herself to sit on top of my lap. That delicious tongue licked the seam of her sweet red lips and my cock leapt at the sight.

Rock.

Fucking
.

Solid.

Grinding her hips, she forced deep breaths from the both of us with every assault. Sweet mocha melted into hot chocolate before her head fell back with a moan of pleasure. I’d never had a woman come at me like this. I always made the first move. I was always the one calling the shots. But since the moment she walked into the room, I couldn’t move. I could barely fucking breathe. Something had shifted. Something had changed. Was she trying to claim me? Fuck that, I wasn’t hers to claim. 

My hands held the sides of her neck steady as I pulled her lips to mine, assaulting her mouth with the heated passion she used to grind against my dick. Standing her up, I twisted her in place and fixed her hands to brace my desk. She wanted to play…

Oh, we could fucking play.

Moving her hair aside, I dropped several kisses along her neck.

“You want something…you need to ask for it. You’re not allowed to take.”

“I need you.” The hunger in her voice and the way her body pleaded for air, for me, was powerful. Opening the drawer, I grabbed a condom. 

Her eyes widened over her shoulder. “You keep condoms in your office?”

“You wanna talk or fuck?” I asked pulling my dick between my zipper and then rolling on the condom.

“Fuck,” Stifling my grin, I pressed my hand to her back, lowering her back down.

“That’s what I thought. Grip the front and hold on.” I demanded as I shoved her tiny skirt up and pulled her panties down. She stepped out, positioned her legs wider and looked over her shoulder at me once more. “I don’t want you wearin’ these around me,” I shoved the black lace thong into my pocket. “They’re a waste of fuckin’ time,”

“Yes sir,” Her breathy reply sent my mind swimming and my heart racing.  

I rubbed her clit, spreading her wetness all around before I centered myself and widened my stance. Looking down between us, I watched as I slipped into her hot pussy, the welcoming muscles clenched around the head of my cock sending my mind into a fucking frenzy. Inch by agonizing inch, I buried myself balls deep before dragging back and out, and thrusting into her again.

Ah fuck.

My self-control was fraying, thread by thread, exposing the parts I never wanted her to see, parts of me that I’d never even seen. The desperate need to fuck these feelings away had become more vital than ever.

My hands glided across her smooth belly before cupping both of her breasts. Pulling her back to my front, I found the shell of her ear. “If I do something you don’t like, say stop. Got it?” Licking her lips, she nodded. I shoved her bra over her tits and gave both nipples a hard pinch before my palm found the base of her throat.

I dipped my hips, setting a deadly pace of sweet fucking bliss while her nails dug into the sides of my thighs, urging me on.

“Scream goddamn it, I need to hear you scream.” I growled against her ear and her body bowed away from mine. I held her steady. The howl against my palm had black spots dotting my vision as I came with her. Eyes wide open, I continued to thrust in and out, drawing out every drop of pleasure until my weak and sated body begged for me to stop.

Breathe
.

Focus.

Our labored breaths filled the silence as I pulled out and got rid of the condom. Katherine turned around to face me, smoothing down her skirt and repositioning her bra before her eyes locked with mine. I looked away, shielding my stupid heart and protecting my exposed soul. Delicate hands cupped my face, pulling me down close. Just a breath away, but I was drowning in her sweet scent and those magnetic eyes that saw every fucking thing. “You can run, but you can’t hide, Archer Brooks.” Her soft voice vibrated against my skin, distributing tiny sparks of life. I was fucking lost, sucked into the darkness only to find light. Gripping her wrists firmly, I removed her hands from my face. I knew what she wanted. I wasn’t stupid and I certainly wasn’t blind. “I don’t wanna
fix
you. I just wanna
know
you.” What the hell did she see when she looked at me that way?

“You done?” Her lip trembled and damn if I didn’t want to kiss it.

Tossing a long curtain of hair behind her shoulder, she jutted out her chin. “For now,”

Shoving at my chest she walked past me, twisting the shard of guilt deeper into my stomach. My limp dick twitched with leftover need. Fuck, she was driving me mad.

She snatched her jacket from the couch then reached for the door. “Katherine,”

“What?” she snapped over her shoulder. 

Christ, I just fucked her like an animal and I wanted her again.

And again and again and…

I offered her a hungry grin. “Please feel free to come again.”

“Fuck you,” Flinging open the door, she stalked out, taking yet another piece of me with her.

I read through several emails. Returned a few vendor calls, trying to focus on anything but her. Nothing worked. One hand massaged the tension mounting at the base of my neck while the other adjusted the hard on that would not let the fuck up.

Why her?

Why now?

When I left Vegas, I swore- never again. Never again would I allow a woman,
anyone
for that matter, to get that close. What Megan took from me, I could never get back. I had accepted it long ago.

Until her
.

She was standing near the end of the bar talking to Cannon. Tucking a strand of wayward silk behind her ear, she smiled back at him. What was so damn special about her? I knew she was different, but I had no idea she would have this kind of power over me.

The bartender, Jesse, set three drinks in front of her. When Katherine leaned over to collect her order, Cannon’s hand shot out to grip her upper arm.

The fuck?

I didn’t stay to see what happened next. My feet couldn’t get me to his face fast enough.

Red
.

That’s all I saw. Sweat beaded my forehead as I scanned every face. I found Cannon near the front and Katherine tucked in a booth with, who I would assume was, her brother. Her eyes met mine and that fuming heat racing through my blood slowed its rampant flow. I could feel the ache in my jaw as I approached the table.

Katherine stood from her seat. Her knowing eyes furrowed at my obvious state. “Archer, this is my brother Alex and his agent Cami,”

Alex stood from the booth, extending his hand. “Good to meet cha man, Katy’s told me a lot about you.” He shook my hand hard, the protective look in his eyes conveying that indeed, he knew everything. 

Coming through loud and clear buddy.

“Katy was just telling us you owned a club in Vegas. 

I’ve been to most of them. Which one was yours?”

“The Red Door,”

“Really? That place is sick man. Best club on the strip.”

“Thanks,” I said, silently wondering how the hell he could afford a table at my club.

“Cami,” I greeted with a nod as she stirred her drink, gawking at me.

The fuck is that chick’s deal?

I looked down at Katherine. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Sure,” she said with a nervous smile.

I gave Alex a final shake. “Good to meet you both, drinks are on me,”

“Appreciate it man.” he said with a nod.

Grabbing Katherine’s hand, I led her to the back of the bar, pulling her inside the private hall leading to my office. I backed her up to the wall. “I’m only gonna tell you this one fuckin’ time. When you’re with me, you’re mine. No one touches you,”

Large brown eyes blinked up at me. “What the hell are you talkin’ about?”

“Cannon,”

“He didn’t touch me.”

“Yes the fuck he did. When you were standing at the bar ten minutes ago, he touched you,”

“Archer, we’re just friends.” she said.

“Friends don’t touch. I don’t touch my friends,”

Her chocolate eyes softened as her tiny hands rubbed up and down my heaving chest. “So we’re not friends?” The smile curling her lips tempted me. “And I’m yours?”

Leaning in closer, I gritted every damn word. “No, we are not fuckin’ friends and this,” I rubbed the bare mound beneath her skirt. “This is mine. I’ll be ready to go in an hour. I think you should come home with me tonight,” I slipped a finger inside her hot wet pussy, want and desire dominating every cell in my body.

“A lot has happened and I…I need time to think,” she breathed against my mouth, rubbing her hands up and down my arms.

I added another finger. “Think about what? The only thing I can think about is this.”

“Archer,” Katherine removed my hand, her eyes pleading with mine. I took a step back.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” 

One tiny kiss.

That’s all she took, but you would have thought she robbed me fucking blind. My mind spun at the warmth and affection behind that tiny fucking kiss, the power that rested on those lips made my entire world spin. Watching her walk away, a silent thought sliced through my head.

She fucking owns me.

Change is the law of life.

And those who look only to the

past or present are certain to miss the future.

~John F. Kennedy