Chapter 8

8

Archer

I took a chance last night.

After Dante's, I wasn't sure Dakota would be willing to go further with me, with us. But seeing her walk into the Single Dads Club meeting set everything back into motion with lightning speed. All the thoughts I'd had of her over the week came to fruition, and I am tempted to pinch myself if only to make sure that this really happened.

But it did.

I listen to her steady breathing as she sleeps, naked and sprawled over me. These red silk sheets look fantastic against her creamy skin, her blonde hair tousled and flowing every which way. I'm not sure Dakota fully realizes how incredible and beautiful she is.

This curvy body of hers. The way she gasps when I palm her pussy unexpectedly. The sound of her orgasms is fucking addictive.

But I like this version of Dakota just as much. Quiet, sleeping, and safe in my arms.

Outside the windows, the sun rises over the city, revealing clear skies and a hot Saturday ahead. Inside, the air conditioning hums from the vent above in the corner, giving the room just enough coolness to create tiny goosebumps down her spine, so I pull the sheet over us for some warmth. She stirs awake, moaning softly as she looks up.

My heart is captured in those big, brown eyes. Dammit, I'm in a heap of trouble, and my brothers are about to join me down this marvelous, dangerously delicious rabbit hole that is Dakota.

"Good morning," she mumbles, still trying to regain full consciousness.

"Good morning," I reply with a lazy smile.

She moves ever so slightly, and it's enough to summon my cock back into action. I swear, this woman is going to drain me of my entire life force if we keep it up like this. "What time is it?" she asks, resting her head on my chest.

We hear the doorbell ring.

"It's coffee and bagel time," I reply, then gently slip out from under her.

I get up but take a moment to gently kiss her lips before I head for the door.

"Wait, what?" Dakota asks. "What's going on?"

"Stay here, I'll be right back."

"Okay." I hear her muffled reply from the bedroom as I reach the front door and open it.

My brothers step inside. Reed's got the coffee, and Maddox is in charge of the bagels. We all agreed that this would be a good time to take things to the next level with Dakota. I wonder how she'll react. She knows it's coming. We talked about it in between lovemaking sessions. She wants it to happen.

"Does she know we're here?" Reed worriedly asks.

I shake my head. "Nope."

"You should tell her," Maddox says.

"Nope. I'll take these into the bedroom, thank you. You two are free to join us."

I leave my brothers in slight befuddlement as I grab the coffee and bagels and carry them back into the bedroom, closing the door with my foot. Dakota is sitting up in bed, half-covered in red silk and blinking slowly as she watches me set everything on the dresser, right next to the empty wine glasses from last night.

"You ordered coffee and breakfast?" she asks, her voice slightly raspy from sleep.

"I take care of my woman," I reply.

The bedroom door opens, and Reed and Maddox come in. Dakota freezes and instantly pulls the sheet up to cover herself, cheeks burning red. All I can do is chuckle.

"Correction, we take care of our woman," I add.

"Good morning," Reed says, offering her a gentle smile. "You look incredible."

"Um, thank you," Dakota mumbles, unable to look away from him.

And there it is, that sparkle again. She knows what's coming, and she's ready for it. We don't want to rush it, though, so I take a coffee and a bagel over to her and sit on the edge of the bed while she has her fill.

"Thank you," she replies, giving me a curious look.

"I always forget about this view," Maddox says as he walks over to the window. He gazes outside for a moment, likely planning his next move. "But the view in here is even better," my brother adds as he turns to look at her.

"You guys are really going for it, huh?" she shoots back, lips curling into a playful smirk.

"As if you really hate it," I say.

With slow but steady movements, she finishes her bagel and gulps down the rest of her coffee, then puts the empty containers on the nightstand. My brothers and I watch her like hawks, the air thickening to the point where none of us can breathe anymore.

"Can't you tell?" Dakota says, letting the sheet fall from her generous breasts.

"You absolutely despise what's about to happen," Reed replies.

"Sure do," Dakota says, touching her breasts.

Fucking hell, it's about to unfold.

And I intend to make the most of it and everything else that follows.