A Bad Boy's Gift

Chapter 35

I can feel the pain in my head before I even open my eyes. Fuck, I didn't eat or drink before I came to bed last night. River, I tell myself, you're so fucking stupid.

I groan as I roll over, feeling like I'm dragging my head ten feet behind me.

"Oh dear, is someone feeling precious?" I can hear the grin on his face without opening my eyes.

"Sarcastic Cunt." I grumble. When I open one eye, I see he's sitting up against the headboard flicking through his phone. "What time is it?"

"It's only half seven. I've heard Hudson in the shower and I've fed them both. Just you left. Thought I'd give you some time to sleep after your late night," he looks down at me and smiles before leaning down to kiss my forehead.

"I'm going for a shower," I say as I climb out of bed.

I give myself a good scrub, including my face and teeth, which feel awful.

I get dressed in my sports bra and gym shorts then slip my white socks on. When I go back into the bedroom, Archer hasn't moved.

"You look like a Gymshark model," he says, drinking me in while I pull my hair up into a ponytail.

"I won't when I put my swim stuff on over the top." I go over to the bed and pull at the duvet indicating I want to make the bed. "Get off, please." He just looks at me. "Archer, move, please."

He scoots towards me. "Kiss me first," he says with hidden meaning.

"No, you're not having sex, we've not got that long before we need to go, and the way I feel this morning, I'd either throw up on you or it would take us till tonight before I let you go. So, off. Now." I demand.

He pouts but does as he's told, coming to stand behind me in just his grey joggers that sit just above his hip bones but not far up enough to hide the V at the bottom of his abs. I start wafting the duvet out and bending down to pick the pillows up from the floor. When it comes to the last pillow I need to pick up, he comes to stand right behind me so that my arse rubs against his dick. I can feel it swell just from the indirect contact. I push against him, making him take a step back to balance himself, then run out of the room and downstairs so he can't make me any more horny than I already am, just by looking at him.

Five minutes later, he comes downstairs with his socks on and a teeshirt slung over his shoulder, his joggers still showing his bulge. My eyes twitch knowing he's coming into the kitchen where the kids are.

"Is that all you're wearing for now?" I ask, looking towards the kids sitting at the dining table.

"Yeah, why?" He frowns, not getting the hint.

"Oh, you know, just your joggers are pretty tight, I don't want them restricting you," I look at the bulge, and my heart skips a beat.

"They're not restricting me there's plenty of room to move," he shows me by thrusting his hips forward, proving to me that not only is there plenty of room but there's also a rather sizable dick in there too. I roll my eyes as he comes around to stand by me at the kitchen island while I make a salad for my lunch. No carbs on race days, can't be bloated in my jeans. "I've been thinking about filling you up since Mabel put that video on her story last night. I'd have given anything to have been there with you," he whispers as he starts rubbing himself against my hip, I close my eyes and put the knife down that's in my hand. "Shall I show you what I'd have done if I were there?" He whispers into my ear.

"Why don't you show me tonight? Bring Molly here; all the rooms are sound-resistant, so if we put some music on, she'll be able to sleep through it. You can be here for when I get back." I flutter my eyelashes at him and rub my hip against his bulge, feeling it pulse against me.