That night, I have a flurry of wet dreams. All of them start and end with Archer. In various positions and various ways. Only problem is, he never touches me. The dream always ends before then. Each time I wake up, drenched in sweat with a pool of desire aching into my sleep shorts. The fourth tim
“The car will take you two,” he says. Well, now I feel dumb. Dumb and poor. “Oh,” I simply say. Archer says nothing else. He gives me a curt nod and then looks me over once. I swear I see his eyes lingering on my lips but it may be sleepless delusions. Finally, he turns and walks towards the d
Saturday morning, the Chefs cook us a special breakfast. Steven, Neil and I eat it while Mia snacks on her usually baby slop. Then, Neil rushes us to get into the car. Once again, a limo is waiting for us in the garage. I jump in with Mia and make sure to strap her into her car seat. Steven gets i
Turns out, rugby is pretty cool. The rules themselves are pretty confusing. More often than not, Debbie has to explain to me what’s happening. Other than that, it’s like sparring with a ball. Players lunge after one another and block with their elbows and some guys even turn up a bit bloody at hal
The crowd is slow to die down. I’m one of them. At one point, my voice is so raspy I wonder why I haven’t lost it yet. The whole time, I’m darting my gaze back and forth between Beau and Archer. Watching them interact with people is odd. They don’t treat the members of their team like subordinates
“What?” Archer snaps. “What’s happening? Is she okay?” I fling my seatbelt off and whip around to try and calm her down. “She’s hungry,” I say, quickly. “She ate all of the snacks I packed on the way here. Steven and Neil ate the back ups I had.” “Fuck,” Archer hisses. He unbuckles himself and t
I can’t help but to smile back at Archer. He averts his gaze from mine, looking back down at Mia. My next words come out before I can stop myself. “You’re a good dad,” Archer snorts and shifts Mia in his arms. She’s so drowsy that she barely stirs. “Sure.” “I mean it,” I say. “You’ll be a gr
“I can’t lose anyone again.” I feel wetness streak down my cheeks. I blot at my cheek with my hand. I hadn’t even realized I was crying. Here I am, crying again because of Archer. Only this time, my heart aches for him. Everyone bone in my body is screaming to move and comfort him, to wrap him bet