A Bad Boy's Gift

Chapter 41

***Mature content coming up including both sexual acts and explanations of miscarriage***

By the end of the week, I've still not heard from Lucy's Grandparents.

"I need to speak to them by the end of the weekend, Archer," I tell him, while we're waiting for the alarm to go off on Saturday morning.

The week was pretty straightforward, Archer took the kids to school and worked at the leisure centre. I mastered meals in the slow cooker, seeing as how there was little I could cook with one hand without slicing through my fingers. Molly read me a couple of chapters of the first Harry Potter, which she loves. Tuesday night, Hudson stayed at Alfie's, so Archer, Molly and I watched some fairy tale princess movies on TV and ate stew and mash.

"Look, Riv, I know where they live, if you want me to take you over there?" He says, twirling a lock of my hair around his finger and drawing circles on my belly. "Or, we can stay here and not leave your bed for the rest of the weekend?"

He kisses my shoulder while slowly sneaking himself above me, his knees sliding between mine encouraging my legs to move apart and make room for him.

"We should go food shopping today," I say, gasping as he kisses from my shoulder, up my neck and begins to suck on my ear lobe. "Because... We haven't got any... fresh... Oh Fuck..."

He nibbles my jaw and I gasp again, I don't know what's wrong with me, but everything he does to me feels so much more intense. His hand stroking me as it moves from my breast to my hip sends shivers to my core. His torture on my jaw continues as his hand makes its way between my legs.

His fingers start to massage my sensitive spot, so slowly and gently that I push myself harder against his fingers.

"Baby, you're everything I want and need right now, and you're so ready for me," he says, as he dips his middle finger inside me and rubs gently as he moves in and out. It feels like heaven, his kisses, his fingers and his love. All at once.

He picks up his pace, and I can feel his hardness against my leg, almost begging to be allowed in. My good hand digs its nails into his shoulder, making a groan escape from his throat.

"Put it in, baby, please," I beg.

He removes his mouth from my neck to look down at me, and it's now that I see the hunger in his eyes. His finger is suddenly out of me, and I feel completely and utterly empty, encouraging a whimper at the loss of contact.

"Open your eyes." He demands, through gritted teeth. I hadn't realised that I'd closed them until I open them and feel him asking permission at my entrance. Instead of saying anything, I lift my leg and press it against his arse. The smirk on his lips is soon replaced by a circle as he enters me with the pace of a snail, enjoying every inch.

He buries himself all the way up his thick long shaft. His eyes flutter and his head drops limp as he sighs a breath of what sounds like relief. Every time he enters me, I feel like it's my first time.

When he starts to move again, he makes slow, rhythmic movements. He slides his arms under my back and holds my shoulders with his hands before sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed. He manages to plant his feet on the floor as I start to do the work.

"Where's your wand baby?" He asks.

I lean to the side and pull open the 2nd drawer down on my bedside table. I produce my wand and switch it on, the buzz starting. Archer groans with expectancy.

Before I get the chance to place it on its destination, Archer stands, still inside me and turns around. He drops me on the bed and starts to push into me harder and faster, building to a pace that could finish us both in seconds. But we both hold on.