Skye Morrison Vampire 2 Sins of the Father (14 page)

He moved to get up and I clenched my legs
harder to his hips and pushed the tip of the dagger forcefully into
his chest again. “You’re not going anywhere until you admit
defeat.”

Archer laughed and interlocked his fingers
behind his head, relaxing. He wiggled his hips against mine and I
became painfully aware of his raging hard-on. I felt my cheeks
flush hot, but refused to get up until he admitted that I had
won.

“And if I don’t?” he asked with a cock of his
eyebrow, his sexy ice blue eyes boring deep into mine.

“Then I’ll just have to stake you,” I said a
little unsteadily.

He laughed again and slowly brought one hand
out from behind his head. He gently wrapped his hand around mine,
lifted the dagger, and moved it three inches down and to my right.
“You can’t stake a vampire through the sternum, love. The best
place to strike is where the ribs end.” He took his other hand out
from behind his head and slowly reached for my chest. My breath
caught as he gently placed a finger on my chest and slowly trailed
it down between my breasts, stopping right where my bra ended. He
pressed his finger harder into me and smiled. “Right here. See
where the sternum ends?” I nodded my head as my heart sped up.
Archer started moving his finger again, his hand grazing the
underside of my left breast. “You want to follow the curve past
where the ribs meet the sternum.” He stopped and pushed his finger
into me again. “The heart is just under here, tucked behind the
ribs. To make the kill, find where the ribs end just below the
heart, tilt your dagger upward at an angle and shove it in as hard
as you can.”

I swallowed hard and nodded my head. My heart
was pounding from Archer’s touch and my mouth suddenly felt dry. I
was overwhelmed with the pheromones he was throwing off and decided
I’d better move before I did something I might regret later.
“Well,” I stumbled, getting up. “You learn something new every
day.”

Archer chuckled as he looked up at me. “Take
a deep breath, Skye, and try to slow your heart rate.”

I blushed and walked over to sit in the chair
in front of his desk. My ponytail was a disaster, so I quickly took
it down and wrapped the band around my wrist. I heard Archer get up
and dig around in a cabinet behind me for a few seconds. When he
came to sit in front of me on his desk, he had a wet cloth in his
hand and he was wiping his nose.

“Here,” I said standing up as I walked over
to stand between his long legs. “Let me help you. It’s the least I
can do for making you bleed.”

Archer smirked and handed me the cool, wet
rag. I gently dabbed and wiped at his nose, lip, chin and neck.
When that was all clean, he lifted his shirt up over his head and
allowed me to clean the blood that had soaked through his shirt.
Oh my…he has such a magnificent body
. As I was gently wiping
his chest, he reached up and cupped the back of my neck for a
moment before sliding his fingers and hand up through my hair.

“Ouch,” I hissed as I flinched at the
unexpected pain.

Archer’s brow furrowed and he turned my body
around. He pulled me close and parted my hair in the back,
searching for the cause of my pain. I heard him tsk and I turned
around.

“Well, what is it?” I ask worriedly.

Archer shook his head and chuckled lightly.
“You have a massive knot on the back of your head from head butting
me, Miss Morrison.”

“Oh,” I said, deflating some. “Well, I guess
I shouldn’t be surprised. It hurt like hell when I did it.”

Archer smiled down at me sweetly. “You’re
something else, Skye,” he said gently before shaking his head and
resuming his usual guarded face. “But, you need more practice with
a dagger. I think I’ll have one of the guys help train you
tomorrow, if you’re up for it.”

I shrugged my shoulders and nodded. “Okay.
Sure, why not?”

Archer smiled and took the bloody rag back
from me. “Go get some ice on that head of yours before the bleedin’
thing gets any bigger.” I smiled and turned to leave.

“Oh, and Skye?” Archer called. I turned back
to him and raised my eyebrows in question. His brow was furrowed a
bit and his lips were pursed. He looked a little angry and I
swallowed hard.
What is he mad about now
?

“Take a shower,” he growled. “I can smell my
brother’s scent on every inch of your body.”

I bit my lip and hurried out the door. The
fact that his brother’s scent was all over me still pissed him off.
I smiled and thought back to how Jameson’s scent got there as I
made my way down the hall and into the kitchen. I grabbed a
dishtowel and put ice into the middle of it before twisting it
tight and holding it to the back of my head. I walked over to the
kitchen window and looked outside.

There was a huge pool and hot tub out back. I
glanced over at one of the lounge chairs and saw Aoife lying down
on her back sunbathing. Her yellow bikini top was off and I turned
away.
Well, maybe she won’t hate me so much now that she knows
Jameson and I are together
? I chuckled aloud and shook my head.
Fat chance
of that happening
.

I walked into the family room, silently
nodded to the guys at the poker table, and made my way back to my
new room. My bags were by the closet and I quickly dug around in my
messenger bag and got out my iPod. I set it in the dock by my bed
and put on some music to listen to as I held the ice to my head. I
wanted to make sure that I held it on there long enough to actually
help with the swelling. I figured twenty minutes would be enough
and glanced at the time before I laid down on the white chase
lounge in the corner.

I laid there and thought about everything
that had happened in Archer’s office. Aoife had admitted that they
were no longer together and that the kiss they shared was brief and
one sided. Would this change things between Jameson and me? I had
fallen for Archer and had just found out that I had been mad at him
over a misunderstanding. He never went behind my back and kissed
another woman and he wasn’t married like I was led to believe. I
swallowed hard and thought of Jameson. I thought of the way our
bodies felt against each other’s, how safe I felt in his arms, how
wanted and cared for he made me feel. I shook my head. Jameson is
who I want to be with. Archer may be sexy, smart, rich eye candy,
but he didn’t hold a candle to how I felt about Jameson now. What
we shared last night was life changing. He did things to me, made
me feel things that I’ve never felt before.

I sighed as I looked at the clock on the
bedside table and got up to unpack my bags. I hung up all the
clothes in the spacious walk-in closet and lined my shoes up on the
shelves. I put all my unmentionables and tights in the built in
dresser drawers and stacked my empty suitcases in the corner.
Lastly, I grabbed my makeup/toiletry case and took it into the
bathroom with me.

I unpacked my blow dryer, hair straightener,
makeup and toothbrush and lined them up on the counter top. I
walked over to the massive garden tub, turned on the water and
selected a sweet smelling bottle of bath oil to add to it. After
turning up the volume on the iPod dock, I quickly undressed and
stepped into the hot water. The smell of honeysuckle and almonds
was strong and soothing. I sighed as I leaned back and ducked my
head under the water.

I took my time bathing and shaving before
washing my long hair. I was careful to avoid putting pressure on
the still sensitive knot. When I was done, I released the drain and
got out. I wrapped up in a deliciously large, fluffy white towel
and tucked it closed under my arms. I took my time combing out my
hair and blow drying it straight for work tonight. Next, I put on
my makeup, selecting red as tonight’s color, and topped the look
off with ultra-long red false eyelashes. After painting my lips
blood red, I hung up the towel to dry and walked to get my clothes
out of the closet.

I had a hard time trying to figure out what
to wear, but I ended up selecting a red and black stripped fishnet
tank paired with a blood red demi bra underneath, my black pleated
ultra-mini skirt, ripped black tights, and my new black patent
leather pumps that had a five inch red lightning bolt for the heel.
I walked back into the bathroom and looked at my outfit in the
mirror before spritzing myself with perfume and grabbing my
messenger bag to walk out the door.

As I was closing the door behind me, I heard
Archer close his. We had both come out of our rooms at the same
time and I looked over at him and smiled. He was wearing designer
low rise jeans, a crisp, white dress shirt with the top three
buttons undone under a black blazer. I noticed his hair was slicked
back, accentuating his strong square jawline, as he walked over to
me.

“You look fantastic,” he said softly, his
eyes roaming the length of my body, appraising my outfit. “And you
smell amazing.”

I blushed and smiled, turning my back on him
and walking down the hall toward the family room. “Thanks. You
bought the outfit,” I said over my shoulder with a wink.

“Money well spent,” he chuckled.

We walked out into the family room and there
wasn’t a person in sight. “Where is everyone?” I asked Archer.

“Aoife and Trey take the longest to get
ready,” he said, holding out his hand. I placed my hand in his and
allowed him to lead me through the house. “Everyone else is either
in the garage or out front ready to go.”

Archer stopped at the foot up the stairs and
called up to Trey and Aoife. “Get a move on, ladies! Trey, be sure
to set the alarm on your way out.”

“Coming,” Aoife called in a singsong voice as
Trey flashed down the stairs. He was wearing tight black leather
pants, a black deep V-neck t-shirt, and a red scarf around his
neck. He looked really handsome and I knew he’d be getting some
serious attention tonight from both the men and women at the
door.

“Ready, boss man,” he said with a smile and
turned to me. “Sakes alive, child, you look good enough to
eat.”

I smiled and playfully hit his arm. “I bet
you say that to all the girls.”

Aoife flashed down the stairs next and joined
us in the foyer. She was wearing a skin tight leather tank mini
dress with gorgeous REAL black and gold studded Alexander McQueen
cage heels. I looked up at her in awe. Those shoes were easily
$2,500. I had been drooling over them just last month in Vogue
magazine. She looked at the expression on my face and smirked. “I
never figured you to be into high fashion. Do you like them?” she
asked, turning her leg to the side to give me a better look at the
shoe’s profile.

“Love,” I stumbled. “I love them. They are
absolutely gorgeous.”

Aoife laughed and tucked her clutch under her
arm. “They are, aren’t they,” she said as she turned and walked out
the front door.

Archer’s chest rumbled next to me with a low
growl and I looked up at him. He was shooting the front door an
angry glare. “You know, you can go shopping if you want, Skye,” he
said finally looking down at me. “I told you that you could spend
what you wanted. You don’t have a limit on the card and I have more
than enough money.”

I shook my head quickly. “There is no way in
hell I could ever spend $2,500 on a pair of shoes, honey. I could
never justify spending that much, no matter how pretty they were.
But thank you anyway,” I said as I gave him a smile.

“Well, I need to set the alarm, so you two
get to stepping,” Trey said as he sashayed over to the security
keypad by the front door.

“Shall we?” Archer asked as he offered me his
right elbow with a smile. I looked up into his ice blue eyes for a
moment and realized that I was no longer angry at him. I took a
deep breath and slowly let it out.
I’m sorry for all the drama,
Archer
, I said to him silently.
I probably should have come
to you and talked to you about what was happening
.

Archer looked at me and smiled. “Yes, you
should have come to me. But I understand why you didn’t. And, for
the record, I’m sorry too Skye.”

I smiled, looped my arm through his and
briefly laid my head against his shoulder before following him out
through a side door and into the five car garage. My jaw instantly
hit the floor and I gasped when I spotted its contents.

Sitting there, all shiny and gleaming, was
two of the coolest cars I had ever seen in my life. The one
furthest away was very familiar to me. I had loved this car since I
was a kid and was shocked to see that Archer Rhys had actually been
lucky enough to own one. Sitting there, all black and perfect was a
1930 Mercedes-Benz SSK Trossi. I immediately drifted towards it and
ran my fingers down the length of it. I felt a ridiculously wide
grin stretch across my face but didn’t care.

“You own one of the most coveted and sought
after cars in the world,” I whispered and turned to him. “It’s
beautiful.”

Archer chuckled and walked over to me. “Yes.
And I bought it new when it came out.”

I shook my head and swallowed hard. “Do you
ever actually drive it?”

“Of course I do. I’ll take you out in it some
time.”

My heart jumped in my chest as I gave the car
one last look of longing. I ran my hand over its smooth rear fender
as I walked with Archer over to the other car. I had never seen a
car like this before, but I instantly fell in love with it. It was
painted an electric blue and had a sleek, aerodynamic front and a
sharp, equally sleek pointed back.

“What kind of car is this?” I asked as I
peered inside the windows.

“It’s a 2012 Lamborghini Aventador LP 700-4,”
he said as he walked around to the passenger’s side and lifted the
vertical door open for me. “It’s got a V-12 engine and it’s an
absolute beast on the road.”