on a night like tonight

I take a deep breath, letting my gaze fall to my plate of half eaten food that I’m suddenly no longer hungry for. “Okay, yeah... I like her, alright?”

“You like her?” His lips curl upward as he raises an eyebrow. “I hope you’re more enthusiastic when you’re around her.”

I blow out a long breath and shake my head, picking up another chip just to set it back down. “It’s more than that… I don’t know. Archer just… She’s fucking amazing.”

“I know.” Ellis pops a fried pickle in his mouth with a shrug of his shoulder. “Listen, I saw a shirt of yours in the laundry the other day and pointed it out to Archer.”

My body freezes. “What did she say?”

“She said she felt bad for hiding it from me but that she didn’t want me to be mad… At either of you.” Looking at me again, he waits for my response.

“I know that Archer means a lot to you and I know how close you guys are, so I’m sorry if I upset you by not being upfront and honest with what we have together. There’s something about being with her that just feels like it makes sense to me.

“You know that going behind your back isn’t something I would ever want to do… It’s just that I felt like I wanted to hold on to what we have just a little longer, to make it just her and me. When people know your business sometimes things can change and I’m happy —we are happy with where we are.” Catching my breath, I stare out the open window as I watch a butterfly chase the wind.

Ellis nods once, grabbing his drink and finishing it in one go. “Trust me, I know that neither of you are the kind of people that go behind other peoples backs. Archer has been my best friend ever since she was born, someone I’ve always loved and always been fearlessly protective of. You’ve been my best friend ever since I moved to this town and I know there isn’t anything you wouldn't do for me.”

“Being with her makes me the happiest I’ve been in a long time.” I feel my smile widen as I think about her laughing on a park bench just this afternoon, wondering how it was just so easy with her. “Not to be sappy, but just her smile alone could probably light up this whole town.”

“Oh my god… You did not just say that.” His laugh relaxes the last bit of nerves that surrounded the idea of dating his younger sister. “You guys are going to be that gross couple that makes everyone cringe, aren’t you?”

Joining in his laughter, I can’t help but smile. “Listen, I’m just being honest with you.”

“Can I be honest with you?” All of the humor leaves his face as his finger follows the wooden grain in the table top. “As much as I love you both and I want both of you to be happy, Archer is still my sister. Like I told her, I'm not going to insert myself into your business and your relationship is yours — not mine. However, I will always protect her and I just need you to know that when you are with her.”

Nodding, I swallow down the lump that has formed in my throat at the thought of ever hurting her. “No, I get it. I promise you that she’s important to me and I want to protect her too, that I want to keep her safe.”

“So we’re on the same page here?”

His question hangs between us for only a moment before I nod. “Of course we are.”

“Good because I’ve got another question I want to ask you…”

_______

“Hi.”

My lips find Archer’s easily as I stand on the front steps of her brother's house, my hands sliding from her waist down to her ass as I pull her close.

“Hi, peach.” Her lips open up for me on an invitation, making her breath hitch in her throat and I don’t hesitate to deepen the kiss between us. “I could get used to this kind of hello, you know that?”

Pulling back from me, I lean my forehead against hers as her pale blue eyes sparkle.

Just twin fire signs, four blue eyes.

I still can’t help but laugh at the memory of Archer comparing our birth charts, pouring over all the details of her early December birthday alongside mine which takes place in the first week of August.

“I mean, I would prefer the kind of hello that comes with a breakfast burrito…” The winning smile that was on her face turns into a smirk as she wraps her arms around my waist. “But I guess this works too.”

I press forward just the slightest, feeling her lips move against mine as they lightly brush. “You’re a brat, you know that?”

“Mmm, you know I like it when you talk dirty to me.” Archer smiles into her kiss as her fingers come around to drop into the front of the waistband of my pants. “You know, Ellis left this morning. There isn’t anyone here.”

I curse myself for making plans this early in the morning that don’t include her legs wrapped around my body. “You can’t say that to me right now.”

“Come on…” I watch as her plump bottom lip juts out, the pout working overtime to try and change my mind. “Please?”

Fuck.

Fuck.

“How about this…” I step closer to her, pushing my hand under her vintage tee and up to cup her breast through the thin material of her bra, using my thumb to tease her already hardened nipple through the fabric, earning me a breathy moan. “You be a good girl for me and stop teasing me so I can take you to your surprise… Then, and only then, I will bring you back here and taste you and fuck you on every surface in this fucking house.”

Biting down on her earlobe, I flick my tongue against the same spot as she melts into me at my words and my touch. “Okay. That sounds like a good idea.”

“Yeah?” I grin at her as she nods. “Good. Go grab your shoes so we can get going.”

“Where are you taking me anyways?” Reaching for a pair of worn converse that sit next to the door, I lean against the doorframe as I watch her pull them on. “You never told me.”

“That’s the whole point of a surprise, sweet girl.” A smile is all she needs as she stands and reaches for my hand, feeling just like the planets and the fates and the stars aligned just for us to fit together.

The touch of her hand lit the fuse to my soul, setting off explosions that would never be tamed in the game we continuously seem to play.

A simple checkmate.

Because I know being with her, I couldn’t lose.

_______

Peace.

That’s the only feeling that can describe what it feels like to be with Archer.

I steal a glance at her with her hand out of the open window, her hair flowing gently around her angelic face in the breeze, the way her long, toned legs go on for miles and miles and miles in her shorts.

It seems like some kind of miracle that someone like her, so soft and sweet, would be willing to spend her time with me, slipping into my soul and pulling around her like it was just an old, worn in cardigan that was her favorite.

Just as I move my attention back to the road in front of us, Archer reaches for the radio, turning it up. “Oh, I love this song!”

“This one?” I can’t help but laugh as Don’t Go Breakin’ My Heart comes through the speakers and Archer turns towards me in her seat, raising her eyebrow. “You gonna sing it with me baby?”

Her smile cracks my chest wide open as she nods, screaming the lyrics in the most off tune rendition I may have ever heard.

My voice mixes with hers as she leans close to me, planting a kiss to my cheek. “Is that all you’ve got? Come on, Niall!”

I laugh as the volume of my own voice matches hers, the two of us screaming the lyrics as we drive down the state highway, the salt air evident in the breeze even an hour from the coast.

Archer reaches for my hand, lacing her fingers with mine and brings them up to her mouth like a microphone, singing even louder than I ever thought possible. “Sing it, peach!”

With my focus on the road, I take a right turn down the road I’ve been in search of, the gravel beneath the wheels kicking up dust behind us as we both fall into a fit of laughter as the song finally fades, replaced with something by Bon Iver.

“Niall, can I be honest with you?” Archer looks over at me, my hand still clasped in hers. “Like really, really honest?”

Bringing the back of her hand to my lips, I place a gentle kiss along her skin. “Aren’t you always honest with me?”

“Well yeah… I just don’t want to hurt your feelings.” Her bottom lip is trapped between her teeth as I glance at her.

The nervous look on her face makes me smile as I slow the car down to a stop in the parking lot, excited to see the look on her face when she realizes where we are. “You won’t. What’s on your mind, Arch?”

“You’re not a very good singer.” Squeezing her eyes shut before slowly opening one to look at me, she attempts to smile. “I’m sorry.”

I can’t help the laughter that comes from my mouth, loud and free as my head tips back. “I was just thinking the same thing about you.”

“Me?!” Dropping my hand, she covers her heart as her mouth drops open. “I am not! I was in choir in middle school.”

“Forgive me.” I laugh, leaning over the console and threading my hands into her hair. “Think a kiss or two will make it better?”

Narrowing her eyes at me, I gently run the tip of my nose along the bridge of hers as I wait for her answer. “Maybe.”

Without wasting any more time, I press forward to find her lips, smiling into it as she does the same. It seems like there’s not a better cure for any kind of ailment other than feeling her skin along mine in any way.

Just as Archer moves to deepen her kiss, I pull back and grab the keys from the ignition. “Come on, let’s go before I pull you into the backseat and we don’t even make it to the surprise.”

Coming around to meet her in front of the car, once again I lace our fingers together as we walk across the gravel towards the front gate that sits just on top of a small hill.

“I’m not opposed to that.” Archer quips. “But I am very excited to see where you brought me.” With her hand in mine, I lean over to press a kiss to the corner of her lips just as the sign comes into view, making her stop in her tracks before turning to face me. “Are you joking with me?!”

“Nope.” Reaching my hand up, I cup her jaw as I kiss her. “Figured my peach would like to pick some peaches.”

When I pull away from her, I’m almost knocked over by the wide smile on her face as she takes in the scene in front of her.

Holiday House Peach Farm has been around since the thirties, started by a woman who was anything but conventional in what she did — followed by her husband who was head over heels in love with her. When her husband passed away when his heart gave out, the farm continued to be run by their children and has been passed down through their family ever since.

I’ve been here a couple times since I was a teenager, but none of those trips mattered like this one did.

“This is.” Turning on her heel, she looks at me as she walks backwards a few steps before turning again. “The best surprise I’ve ever had.”

Making our way along the gravel drive towards the red barn, past the white fencing, I nudge her with my shoulder. “I’m glad I could deliver to the top of your list.”

Coming up to the table set up just inside of the open doors, I reach into my pocket for my wallet and pay as Archer grabs each of us a basket. We both listen to the woman behind the table as she hands us a map, pointing out where the peach trees are and where the little shop on the property is if we want to purchase anything like jams or ice cream before heading home.

It’s not long before I’m following behind Archer as she walks across the property like she owns the place, smiling at other people who obviously get caught in her orbit just by being close to her.

The peach trees come into view and we both get to work as we talk and find the ones that we want, delicately plucking them and placing them into the basket.

As much as we talk to each other though, we also work in silence.

I can’t help but steal glances of Archer as she picks her own peaches off the stems, the way her thumb passes over the soft texture of the fruit as she studies it — deciding if it’s worthy of joining her basket full of treasures.

There couldn’t be a more perfect day for this, something that hits me all at once as I look at her — watching her say something as she laughs, her head tipping backwards as her brunette hair flows in the breeze.

A breeze that carries the salt air even miles from the coastline, picking up the sweet scent from the peaches which then connects with the smell that only comes before a storm rolls in — the perfect combination.

Looking over, I watch as she smiles that smile that lives in my dreams, the one reserved just for me as she takes a bite out of the peach in her hand — her eyes going wide just as the juice dribbles down her chin before she can catch it and falls along the fabric of her shirt.

Something about it makes me stop in my tracks as I take it all in. The way the clouds behind her allow the sun to peek through, illuminating her from behind.

All at once it hits me.

Like a fucking train.

My love had been frozen deep blue for what felt like a lifetime, something that I hadn’t thought about in years.

However, being with Archer?

She’s painted every deep, dark feeling I’ve ever had a perfect shimmering shade of golden.

Love is a fragile little flame and yeah, it could burn out… But looking at the woman in front of me right now?

Love is blazing through my veins.

Normally I think feeling so much for someone would terrify me, make me feel like I’m lost in my own ideas of what the meaning of the word is. But that’s the thing… With Archer what terrifies me is not letting my emotions and my feelings curl around my heart, making me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time.

The feeling creeps in on me as I cross the green, lush grass and reach for her at the same time she swallows her bite, crashing my lips to hers.

Archer hums against me as I taste the fruit on her lips, pulling back just enough to flick the tip of my tongue along her bottom lip, begging her to let me taste even more. When she obliges and opens up to me, I don’t waste any time in deepening the kiss and pulling her body into mine.

I faintly hear a thud as the peach she was holding falls to the ground between us, making me pull back and look at her while resting my forehead against hers. “You taste so good.”

Breathless, she raises her hands to cup my cheeks but I catch her wrist before she does. “Niall—”

Dropping my gaze from her eyes to her fingers, the liquid from the fruit coats her first two fingers, glistening in the sunlight. Without hesitation I bring them to my lips as my eyes find hers again as I slip both of them into my mouth and taste the delicate, floral sweetness of the summer fruit.

Swirling my tongue around her fingers, I nip the pads of her fingers as I slowly pull them from my mouth, grinning as I watch her eyes glaze over and her breath hitch on the exasperated exhale that falls from her lips.

“Just like I said.” Finding her lips, I trail my kisses across her jaw and nip her earlobe. “So fucking good.”

“We need to go.” Her voice is tight as she tilts her head to the side, letting me kiss her neck. “If we don’t, I’m going to be naked in the middle of this peach farm.”

I laugh against her skin, watching the goosebumps that spread over her skin in a rapid succession. “We can’t leave, baby. I didn’t drive us all the way out here for you to give up so soon.”

“So we’re staying?” Desperation laces her tone. “But I—“

Stepping back from her, I lick my bottom lip and watch as her eyes study each movement I make. “No buts. We can finish picking our peaches, go to the store on the property and I’ll get you whatever you want. Then we will drive home and do whatever you want.”

Crossing her arms over her chest, Archer raises her eyebrow as she runs her tongue along the inside of her cheek. “Whatever I want?”

“Anything.”

With my simple admission, she turns back to her basket without another word, just a smile that tells me everything I need to know about her thoughts.

I’m in trouble with her.

And you know what? I can’t even blame myself.

No one could for one simple reason only.

Love made me crazy.

_______

Peach wine.

Peach frosting.

Peach jam.

Peach ice cream.

Peach honey.

All of it sits packed in a cooler filled with dry ice as we make our way back to town.

Our trip lasted maybe another couple of hours before the clouds that started as white and serene started to take on a darker, more ominous color. Everyone knew we were due for a round of pretty nasty storms, which is the entire reason I’m staying with Archer at her house.

Well… Her brother's house.

When Ellis talked to me about my intentions with his sister, he also used it as an opportunity to ask me if I would be willing to stay in case it got too bad.

By the time we paid for all of our items and filled a couple of cups with peach tea, it was so dark outside you would have thought it was much later than just four in the afternoon.

“I guess I didn’t realize it was supposed to be this bad.” I glance over to see Archer looking out of the windshield, catching a streak of lightning as it races from the clouds all the way to the ground. “I mean, Ellis has been telling me for a few days that it would be. Maybe I should have paid more attention. Are you still staying with me?”

Exiting the highway, I mindlessly turn towards Cape Charlotte, hoping to finish the last fifteen minutes of our drive before rain dumps across the area. “Of course I am. Are you worried?”

“No?” A slight lift to her tone makes me reach over for her hand, her grip a little tighter than normal. “Maybe a little.”

Coming to a stop, I look over at her before letting go to push a strand of hair behind her ear, leaning over the console to steal a kiss. “Hey, look at me… I’ll be there, okay? I’m not on call so no matter what happens with the storm I’m going to be with you. You know I won’t let anything hurt you.”

“You promise?” Her blue eyes are full of emotion, reminding me of the revelation I had in the middle of that farm.

Nodding, I turn back to the road as we make our way back to the house. “I do.”

Pulling into the driveway just as the rain starts, Archer runs for the front door to unlock it while I grab the cooler from the backseat and follow after her, narrowly avoiding the downpour that ensues at the same time I step under the safety of the front porch.

“Lucky timing.” I huff out as I cross the living room. “We almost ended up soaked.”

Looking at me over her shoulder, there’s no mistaking the glint in her eyes. It matched the same one we shared while I had her fingers in my mouth, tasting her nickname on my tongue.

Peach.

I would say that the heat we created then had died down since then, but that would be a lie. Tension filled the rest of our trip, all the way through the car ride and into this very kitchen we stand in now.

“Are you just going to hold that all night or are we going to unload it?” Nodding towards the cooler in my hands, she smirks.

Lifting it up to set on the counter, I’m not even ashamed of the way my body blazes from the way she looks at me. “Someone sounds a little bratty tonight.”

“Are you saying you have something against brats?” Moving so that her body is flush with mine, my heart kicks into overdrive at the same time that my cock does behind the zipper of my jeans. “I guess I figured you’d be into that kind of thing.”

Before I can even respond, she reaches around me and into the cooler to grab the items that need to be put away. The cool gust of the freezer carrying across the space, doing nothing for the heat that has settled in my cheeks.

Archer picks up the honey, turning the bottle around to look at the label of the peach infused amber liquid. “How do you think this tastes?”

“You tell me.” My tongue darts out, wetting my bottom lip before I nod towards it. “I bet it tastes sweet and warm, just like my other favorite thing to eat.”

Popping the lid open with her thumb, I watch as she tips the bottle upside down and squeezes out a drop onto her finger no bigger than a pearl. Meeting my eyes, the girl who was once shy about being too forward brings her finger up and swipes the substance across my lower lip.

“Taste it, Niall.” I all but moan at the authoritative tone of her voice, not once breaking our eye contact as my tongue slowly rolls against my lip as I reach for her, my fingertips digging into her hips as I turn us and pin her against the counter with my hips.

“Just what I thought…” Bypassing her lips, I press mine to the middle of her throat. “Sweet. Warm. Delicious.”

Her head falls back with a moan as my fingers toy with the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head, tossing it somewhere across the room. Dark purple lace contrasts against her pale skin, making my cock throb while my palms slide up her ribcage.

“My turn.” Archer’s eyes leave mine as she reaches behind her for the bottle, extending it out for me. “Or are you going to be selfish and keep it all for yourself?”

“Oh, I’m selfish. Stick your tongue out for me, Archer.” My hand covers hers around the bottle still chilled from the cooler and doing nothing to cool the heat simmering between us. “Come on, be a good girl for me baby.”

A whimper comes from the back of her throat just before she extends her tongue out for me at the same time I pop open the top. Lifting the bottle, I put pressure on the sides and watch as it beads around the opening before falling down onto her tongue just as I pull it further away and watch it as it leaves a trail from her chin down to her sternum.

“Fuck.” Muttering under my breath, I sit the bottle to the side and reach for Archer. My fingers press into her cheeks as she closes her mouth at the same time I drop my lips down to her throat, flattening my tongue across her skin to taste the sweetness. “Swallow for me. Let me feel your throat move beneath my tongue.”

She does as I say, the contraction of her muscles pressing slightly into the exact same spot that I suck on her skin, making her body arch into mine as her hands slip backwards on the marble countertop. “Shit. That tastes, fuck. Good. So, fu—, so good.”

“Does it?” Dragging my tongue down further, tasting even more, my fingers dip into the front of her bra and brush against her hardened nipples before tugging the material down and covering the sensitive area with my mouth. “I might need a little more convincing. Let me taste it again.”

With labored breath, I look up while she fumbles with the bottle and squeezes more on her finger. Only this time instead of putting it on my lip like I expect her to do, she drags her finger over her nipple. “There you go, daddy.”

Her voice is soft, shy. Like she’s unsure of what she’s just said but a moan so obscene leaves my mouth as I lose all control with her, reaching for the buttons of her shorts at the same time I clean the honey off her skin, taking the hardened peak between my teeth and pulling back making Archer moan from deep in the back of her throat.

“Thank you, baby.” Pushing her shorts and underwear to the ground in one motion, my fingers slip between her legs to find a pool of moisture waiting for me. “What do you say, hmm? What are good girls supposed to say when someone says thank you?”

Her back arches as I slip one finger inside of her. “You’re— You're welcome.”

“That’s right.” My lips capture her other breast, sucking bruises against the skin as I pull back my finger only to sink two fingers inside of her instead. “Always so sweet to me.”

Crooking my fingers forward, I find the place she desires and flutter my fingers in place as my palm creates friction with her clit. “I’ll always be sweet to you, I— oh god.”

Archer let’s her head roll back as I continue to fuck her with my fingers, the wetness out of control over how turned on she is. When I feel her walls start to contract around my fingers, I pull them back and pop them into my mouth, ignoring the wild look in her eyes as I suck them clean.

“I don’t know, I think I prefer the taste of you compared to anything else.” Reaching behind her, my fingers flip the clasp on her bra and pull it off her body. “Lie back for me, let me eat your perfect cunt until you can’t take it anymore.”

Laying back, Archer sucks in a deep breath from the way the cool counter feels against her hot skin. “Please keep talking to me like that, Niall.”

“I should have known you liked it when I talked to you like this. You did just call me daddy, didn’t you?” Dropping to my knees in front of her, I palm my cock through my pants once before gently using the tip of my nose to brush against her clit. “Answer me, Archer. Didn’t you?”

“Yes!” Rising and falling, my eyes focus on her chest as her breathing picks up. “I like it okay? I like the dirty talk — it makes me feel good.”

Flattening my tongue, I draw a slow path from her opening all the way to her clit. “How dirty? You know I love it when you tell me what you want.”

I bring her clit into my mouth, sucking hard as her hand comes to the back of my head and pulls hard as she takes a fistful of my hair. “Niall!”

Continuing my assault, I pull back from her and leave kisses along her thighs, dragging my tongue up to her center but not coming into contact with where she needs me. “Are you going to tell me? I know you’re holding back, Archer.”

“I want…” Propping herself up on one arm, she looks down at me. “I want you to call me names.”

Another low moan comes from my lips as I kiss along her thigh, my cock so hard in my pants that it hurts. “What do you want me to call you?” I lock eyes with her, watching as she swallows thickly. “You want me to call you princess?”

She shakes her head slowly.

I switch to her other thigh, leaving an open mouthed kiss against her skin. “What about angel? Is that what you want?”

Again, she shakes her head.

“Hmm…” Bringing my mouth back to her center, I lightly trace my fingertip over her clit, making her thighs tremble on either side of my head. “Does my dirty peach want me to call her something else?”

At that she nods, making me hum in acknowledgement, bringing my finger down and sliding it inside of her again.

“You want me to call you a dirty little slut? What about that, huh?” Catching her gaze for just a moment, her head falls back with a whimper. “My sweet girl and my dirty little slut all in one, is that what you want?”

She nods.

She fucking nods.

I don’t waste any time leaning forward to fuck her with my fingers as my mouth assaults her pussy, sucking on her clit mercilessly and making her writhe on top of the counter and scream out for me.

“Come on, I know you’re there. Come for me. Now.”

At the sound of my words, her release coats my tongue. My chin. My fingers. So much so that I feel it drip down my wrist as she chokes on her moan, her thighs pressing against the side of my head before I pull away from her.

Standing up, I reach down and grip her by the throat and haul her to me as I crush my lips to hers. Our kiss is sloppy and messy, especially when I press my fingers into the side of her throat in just the right places.

“Unbuckle my pants.” My command comes out harsh against her lips, needing her too much to pull away. “I’m about to fuck you so damn hard you aren’t even going to be able to walk, Archer. Is that what you want?”

She nods, continuing to kiss me hungrily. “Please.”

“Please what?” Flicking my tongue against her top lip, I feel her breathy moan against my lips. “Don’t be shy, say it again.”

“Yes, daddy.”

I nip her bottom lip, pulling it back and releasing it with a pop. “Good girl.”

Pushing my jeans and my boxers down and kicking them off, Acher reaches for the bottom of my shirt and pulls it off all in the amount of time it takes me to line my cock up with her wet center. There’s no hesitation before I thrust inside of her, burying myself in one motion, making her back arch and her hands reach for the edge of the counter in order to hold onto something.

“Feels fucking perfect, peach.” Her ankles hook just below my ass as I thrust into her even harder, making her back move an inch up the counter. “Your pussy squeezes my cock so fucking good. It’s like you can’t get enough of me, can you?”

Wordlessly, she shakes her head as her hazy eyes meet mine.

Reaching for her leg I place it along my shoulder, turning my head to the side to kiss her calf as I slow down my pace. With her leg up, the angle changes making me sink in even deeper, the tip of my cock meeting her in just the right place every single time.

“Shit.” Breathy moans fall from her lips. “Just like that. Fuck me just like that. It’s so fucking good baby… Niall.”

“Keep talking to me.” Looking down, I watch my cock as it slides inside of her, glistening with her arousal. “You’ve got such a dirty mouth, keep going.”

Bringing my thumb to her clit, I rub right circles against her. “Fuck!”

Her scream bounces off the walls of the house as she lets go of the counter, sweeping her arms out and knocking a glass off the counter, falling and shattering against the floor. “Come on, sluts talk while they fuck, prove it to me. Prove to me how good of a slut you are.”

“I need you to fuck me harder. I’m not delicate, I promise.” Archer locks her eyes on mine, a sinister smile spreading across her face. “You feel so good inside of me, but I want more. Give me fucking more.”

A puff of breath passes through my lips as I shake my head and pull back from her completely, the loss of her warmth making both of us whimper. Stepping back, I pull her body off the counter and turn her around, reaching around to play with her clit as my lips leave kisses across her shoulder blade. “You sure?”

“Yeah.” Labored breathing makes her answer choppy as she moans, leaning her head back into the crook of my neck. “Don’t go easy on me. I want it now.”

With one final kiss to her shoulder, I grip the back of her neck and press her flat to the counter before bringing my hand back from her clit to smack her across the ass, hard.

A moan rumbles from her throat as I do it again to the other side, the redness matching in the shape of my hand. “Funny you think that you’re going to tell me what to do.”

“You seem to like it… Last I checked, fuck, you did everything I asked you to do.” I can hear the smirk in her voice as her cheek stays pressed to the cool counter. “Admit it, you like me bratty and slutty for you.”

Lining up my cock, I slam into her so hard she can’t even scream as I fill her up, my hips pressing as close to her as they can. “I always knew you were hiding all this attitude somewhere. Playing the sweet, innocent angel for everyone else… Yet you’re gonna act so damn bad for me.”

“Yes.”

I pick up the pace and my head rolls back at how good she feels, her walls gripping me so damn tight that I can’t think of anything but how perfect we fit. While she clenches around me, I take the liberty of spanking her again, feeling a rush of wetness over my cock.

“You’re so close.” Reaching forward, I run my fingers through her dark hair, wrapping it around my fist before pulling her up so that her back rests against my chest. “I want you to come on my cock, Archer. You’re gonna come so hard and you’re gonna say my name while you do it, got it?”

She nods as my grip on her hair tightens. “Yes. Yes, I understand.”

“Such an obedient slut.” My lips brush against the shell of her ear as I thrust into her harder, dropping my hold in her hair as she collapses forward onto the counter with her arms stretched above her head. “So good.”

Archer flexes her fingers, her nails sliding against the slick counter as she contracts around me, her orgasm coming on stronger than I’ve ever felt before. “Niall! Fuck. Fuck, fuck. Niall.”

Looking down once again, I watch my cock disappear inside her one last time as I let go while her cunt grips me for dear life as I release inside of her, stilling my movements at the overwhelming sensation.

“Archer. Shit.” Pulling back, I fuck into her slowly, riding out every last moment of our orgasms. Palming her ass, I pull her cheeks apart to get an even better view of my glistening cock covered in her release and mine. “You did so good for me. Always so, so good baby.”

Archer says something, her words muffled by her arms as they stay stretched in front of her, relaxed and limp. “I can't move… My body.”

Gripping her hips, I finally pull myself from her, watching as our release runs down the inside of her thighs before reaching between her legs and gathering some of it on my fingers.

“Come here, Arch.” Turning her in my arms, I smile down at her as her glassy eyes focus on them. “Open your mouth for me, okay?”

She just nods as she does what she’s told, cleaning off my fingers with a soft moan while my other hand slips up to the base of her neck and holds her into place. Slipping my fingers from her mouth, I press my lips to hers in a quick succession of three kisses.

One for each word I want to say to her.

Words I can’t say.

“Can we take a bath?” Archer’s voice brings me back to her as I kiss her forehead. “Then maybe make some brownies?”

I laugh as I lean down and slip arms under her knees and pick her up bridal style, unable to keep myself from smiling as my lips press into her temple. “I think we can manage that. You know that seems to be our thing?”

“I know.” Nuzzling as far into me as she can, I feel her smile against my chest. “I love taking baths and making brownies with you… It makes me feel close to you.”

I try to keep my heart in check when I hear her words, reminding myself that she's not saying she’s in love with me.

Just our tradition.

What started as a midnight joke between us, has turned into something we’ve done on more than one occasion after we’ve had sex or been intimate with each other in any way.

“Let’s get cleaned up and then I’ll make you some brownies and you can lick the bowl, yeah?” Knowing that’s her favorite part, I start to make my way up the stairs towards her bathroom. “Then we can watch something or we can just go to sleep.”

Thunder booms as I step into her room, reminding me of the storm outside. “I want everything. I want to do everything with you, Niall.”

The simple admission from her makes me press a prolonged kiss to her lips as I set her on her feet, leaning behind her to run the bath water.

“I’ll do anything with you, Archer.” Running my thumbs across her cheeks, I smile. “Anything you want, I’ll do it.”

And I mean it.

With Archer, it all feels like everything I’ve ever wanted.

My own place inside of heaven, a place I go when she touches me.

A place where I plan on worshiping the love that consumes me.

Even if it’s just me, even if this love just belongs to me.

I’ll worship it just like it’s a false god.

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This is my first thing i’ve written that i’m posting here… so don’t roast me hahah