Forever Burning (11 page)

“Scar, you’d be the first to know if I got hold of him.”

“Are you sure I can’t go look for him?” She looked over at the grate on the elevator as if it were an escape route from a maximum-security prison.

“We don’t know where he is, so it would be pointless, but we do know he will come back here at some point.”

Zane’s logic was sound, and Scarlet suppressed the urge to call him a know-it-all.

Heath came out of the living room, and joined them at the reception desk. “You do realize that your tension is vibrating the whole place out of sync, right?”

Scarlet glared at the precog, and shrugged.

“I thought I’d mention it.”

“I’ll be less tense when Archer gets back, so until then, you will have to deal.”

“Sure.” He took a step back as Ath, Kell, Dani, and Trinity came around the corner.

Heath knocked into Ath and spun to catch her before she fell.

As his skin touched hers, his face went blank and his eyes started to swirl with the silver incandescence of his visions.

“Sorry…” Ath trailed off as she caught sight of Heath’s face and eyes. “What’s happening to him?”

Scarlet moved around Heath quickly, so she could see his face. “Heath is a precog, he’s having a vision.”

He started to speak in a strange monotone.

“The ice-bear is going to take her. He is going to take her, and he is going to punish her for what she’s stolen from him.”

“What?” Ath asked as Heath stepped back, his eyes back to their normal sky blue. “I zoned out?”

“Yeah.” Scarlet nodded. “You spoke about an ice-bear taking someone and punishing her.”

He shrugged. “Beats me.”

“No, you can’t say that.” Kell stepped in front of Ath. “What does a bear have to do with us?”

“Don’t know, but whatever it is, it’s important. Remember what I said.”

“Are you okay?” Scarlet put her hand on Ath’s arm, and Ath seemed to shake off her stupor. “Yeah, of course. We are about to go shopping.”

“Ah huh, I’m taking the ladies to go buy clothes.” Trinity stepped forward leading the way to the elevator.

“Don’t worry about the money, I’ll charge it all to Dimi.”

Zane nearly choked on that, and Heath laughed, “Have fun.”

“Oh, we will. Come on, ladies—I’m going to make real women out of you,” Trinity said.  She wiggled her eyebrows, and Ath laughed, as Dani and Kell followed her.

“I’m assuming you don’t want to come with, Scarlet? Seeing as you might miss Archer’s return if you do.”

“I’m good.” Scarlet smiled. There was no way in hell she was going to leave the building right now. Archer could walk in at any time, and she was planning on kissing him until his toes curled before she gave him hell about getting her hitched without her permission.

She didn’t even want to leave her post at reception to go have that longed-for shower, but she knew she better, and as she waved goodbye to the women, she turned for the hall.

“Come knock on the bathroom door if you get hold of him, Zane. I need to have a shower.”

“Will do.”

Scarlet stopped and turned towards Heath. “You have no idea what that predication was about?”

“Nope, not even a little.”

Scarlet nodded slowly, then turned and walked to her room, stripping off her dirty clothes as soon as she kicked the door shut. She made her way to the shower, and prayed that the other women hadn’t used all of the hot water.

Chapter Eleven

The hot water was divine, so hot, it made Scarlet’s skin tingle as she stepped under the spray.

She leaned her head back, and let the water soak through her long hair.

She reached for the shampoo and groaned in pleasure as she massaged the foam into her scalp. She’d missed showering, the soothing heat of the spray that itched and almost burned her skin. She felt like writhing under it.

The only thing better was when Archer touched her.

Scarlet rinsed her hair and conditioned it. Then she lathered the soap rubbing it down her body. Her nipples turned to little pebbles under the touch of her hands and her imagination telling her it was Archers touch.

Scarlet let out a small moan. Her hands started to creep down lower over her belly, but she couldn’t go all the way. It wouldn’t be the same. She’d wait ‘till Archer could pay attention to that part of her anatomy.

Meanwhile, she stood under the water and enjoyed the spray. She would be done in a bit. She was going to take full advantage of the massaging effect of the shower spray for now.

* * * *

The fact that Archer wasn’t stopped for speeding as he returned to the Outsiders’ building told him some deity must be smiling on him, because he broke every law of the road and some he was sure hadn’t been written yet.

He screeched to a stop in the underground parking garage and slammed the door as he rushed to the elevator.

The damn thing moved so slowly, he was tempted to climb the walls of the elevator shaft instead.

He yanked the door up as soon as he could reach it, and was through to reception before the elevator had stopped.

“It’s about damn time—don’t you check your phone?” Zane bitched.

Archer had a vague memory of tossing the thing into the back of the car before meeting with Jasmine.

Archer came to a stop in front of the reception desk, and leaned down to put his fists on the wood of the horseshoe shaped table. “Where is she?”

Zane’s jaw slackened in amazement. “You know she’s back?”

A low growl trickled out of his throat. “Where is she?”

“She’s in her room, having a shower.”

Archer spun, and marched around the corner, down the corridor.

“Aren’t you going to let her finish?” Zane called after him.

“No!”

Archer opened the door, and stepped into Scarlet’s room. He closed the door behind him without slamming it and walked to the bathroom door. He turned the knob so it wouldn’t make any sound, and pushed it open.

Even though the room steamed up like a tropical forest, Archer could smell the scent of her shampoo over her own sweet fragrance.

Archer took in a deep breath, and felt his beast settle, realizing he had his Scarlet back.

He peered into the steamy bathroom, trying to see her in the shower, and when he couldn’t, he stepped inside the bathroom. Moving up to the stall, he could see her standing with her back to the spray, her head tilted back, her eyes closed and her hands on her breasts.

Archer felt his cock jerk in reaction, and he let a low groan escape his lips. Jerking the sliding door of the shower stall open, he stepped into the shower, still fully clothed, and pushed Scarlet up against the wall.

Her eyes opened wide in surprise, but when she saw who it was, and how he was looking at her, they became heavy-lidded with passion.

Archer lowered his mouth to Scarlet’s, kissing her in a frantic desperate manner, trying to savor and rush the kiss at the same time.

His wanton little
She
was game as she jumped, wrapping her bare legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, kissing him back with all the passion he knew she held inside her.

Archer slid his hands down her soap-slicked body and cupped her ass, rocking her against his straining erection.

He leaned her further back against the cold tile, and she hissed as her back touched it, but that was her only complaint.

Archer couldn’t wait—he couldn’t take this slow. He reached for his jean’s button and freed his cock.

He captured her mouth in another searing kiss as he ran the head of his erection over her clitoris, and over the inner folds of her wet heat.

Scarlet moaned into his mouth and dug her nails into his back, encouraging him to go faster. When Archer didn’t enter her and chose to stroke her again instead, Scarlet made a frustrated sound and rocked her hips, drawing a moan from him.

He pushed the head of his erection in to her heat and Scarlet didn’t let him do much more. She put one arm back and pushed off from the wall of the shower, slamming Archer’s back into the glass.

She rose up on his body and forced herself down on his cock.

“Oh, fuck.” he hissed, throwing his head back as far as he could with the glass right behind him.

When he opened his eyes, the sight of Scarlet’s wicked grin met him.

She wrapped a fist into his hair and pinned his face, then kissed him with a savage intensity.

Rising up again, she slammed her heat down onto him again, rocking her hips up at the same time.

Archer thought he’d die when she did that, die from pleasure alone. He had to get control back, and soon, or he’d come way before she could, and that was not something Archer was going to allow.

He pinned her chest to his, using one hand over her back, and pulled the shower door open with the other. Archer carried Scarlet into the bathroom and set her down on the vanity top.

He forced her to lean back and let his mouth find her hard nipples.

He sucked and laved each in turn, drawing moans from Scarlet. He had the leverage, so she could do nothing but enjoy what he was doing.

Archer gave into his own need and started rocking his hips, Scarlet’s moans making him pick up the pace.

She hooked her hands under his shirt, and he leaned back so she could tug it off.

Clamping her legs around his waist, she balanced on her hands and lifted herself, gaining some leverage to rock up and down on his erection.

There was no winning with this female. She was going to milk him dry if he gave her half a chance.

Archer increased his speed, and he knew the moment she went over the edge. He felt the muscles in her wet heat contract and he let out a bellow as his own body responded to her demands.

Panting, Archer collapsed onto Scarlet. She wrapped her arms around him and held him as if she was never going to let her go.

He gave her a moment before he stood back up, then picked her up. Archer carried her back into the shower and put her down while he stripped off his boots and clothes, and got in the hot water with her. He washed them both, but didn’t bother drying them when he was done. He picked her up again, carried her into the bedroom, and tossed her on the bed.

Scarlet laughed. “You aren’t done with me yet, are you?”

He crawled onto the bed and sank his weight down over her, capturing her lips in a soft kiss.

“Not for many hours,
belan.
”

Scarlet broke the kiss and stared up at the man she was in love with.

“What took you so long to get back?”

“Was running ‘till I sensed you,” he muttered, kissing the corner of her mouth.

Scarlet tucked his long fringe back behind his ear, and ran a thumb over his lower lip.

His voice rumbled from low in his chest. “Don’t leave me like that again, Scarlet.”

“That sounds like a threat.”

“It’s a promise. I will find you no matter where you are, or what I have to roll over to do it.”

“Shut up and kiss me before I get pissed off at you.”

* * * *

Scarlet pulled his head down and kissed him, and soon she could feel his erection pressing on her hip.

She rolled, forcing him onto his back, then started kissing down his neck and collar bone.

He closed his eyes and lay back.

Scarlet worked her way lower down, kissing and licking each nipple, drawing soft moans from him.

She nibbled across the hard ridges of his abdomen and delved her tongue into the hollows. Archer tensed, and Scarlet couldn’t resist a nip.

He ran his hand into her still wet hair and groaned.

Scarlet rose up and settled herself between his legs, forcing him to open them for her, then she pulled her hair back off her shoulders and leaned down slowly, keeping eye contact with Archer.

When she curled a fist around his erection, she felt him pulse, and she moaned. Giving him pleasure was doing things to her that she never realized she’d feel.

Her mouth lowered further and she used the tip of her tongue to lick across the head of his erection.

Archer hissed and arched his hips, his body asking for more.

She closed her mouth over the head and sucked him in. Archer jerked and yelled.

“Don’t stop,
belan
.”

She had no plans for stopping. Scarlet was enjoying this far too much to give up the control she had over this huge male lying on the bed, and at her mercy.

Scarlet swirled her tongue around his erection and he released a loud groan.

She could see he was dying to thrust into her mouth.

Scarlet lowered her head, sucking him in. When she released him, he thrust.

She pulled on his hips, telling him it was okay, and he didn’t need to be invited twice. He started to thrust with every lowering of her head, his low moans spurring her on.

Scarlet dug her nails into one hip and fondled his sack with the other. He cursed in response, the muscles of his neck and chest standing out in ropes of tension.

He tried to break her hold on him. “I’m close.”

She wasn’t going to let him get away with that, so she moaned low, sending vibrations racing down his penis and pushing over the edge. He roared as he spurted his seed down her throat, his whole body spasming with release.

Archer let off a string of curses and sat up grabbing her by the shoulders and throwing her onto her back. “No more, Scarlet, I can take no more.”

Scarlet smiled, self-satisfied, and opened up for him. “Come on, wolf, I’m waiting.”

Archer groaned and lay down on her, thrusting into her and demanding a kiss at the same time.

This male will be my death from pleasure.

Scarlet could think no more as Archer took her over the edge again, and again.

* * * *

Someone knocking at the door woke Archer hours later. He hadn’t gotten much sleep. His Scarlet was insatiable, and if he’d pleasured her half as well as she had him, then he was phenomenal in bed.

“Scarlet, can we come in?”