Free Until You're Mine by K. Langston Page A

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

     
     

     
    Walking away had not been easy. My desperate body wanted to go home with him, but my mind and heart needed a break. I said goodbye to Alex and Cami and drove home, recounting every detail of the last few days.
    Paris .
    Archer.
    My mind was a tangled mess by the time I got home and by the time I climbed into bed, my heart was a pounding vessel of hope and confusion. I stared up into the darkness, searching for answers. When those answers didn’t come, I prayed for them.
    Sleep eventually found me, but it was still dark outside when Heavy Cross by Gossip woke me up. The music stopped before I could reach for my cell. I propped one elbow, pulling the phone closer to my face with a squint.
    3a.m.
    Unlocking the phone, I called him back. “The fuck?”
    “What?” I licked my parched lips, swiping the hair from my face.
    “I’ve been callin’ nonstop for twenty minutes.” The panic in his voice sent heat spreading across my chest.
    “Sorry, I was asleep.” My voice was still working out its sleepy kinks.
    “Where are you?” I yawned, resting my head to the pillow.
    Archer released a heavy sigh. His frustration was tangible, even on the phone. “Leavin’ work. On my way to you,”
    “No,”
    “Why the fuck not?”
    “Because I can’t think when you’re near me.”
    Archer grunted. “What’s there to think about?”
    “Us,”
    I could hear him getting into his truck.