I barrel through his door in the exact same manner as how I did for Steven’s room. Archer is waiting for me, Mia playing in his lap. This time, I’m ready. I know that I’m going in for a fight. “What the fuck?” I throw at him. “Welcome back,” Archer drawls, bitterly. “Did you have time to think a
This time, I knock. Neil’s voice invites me in and I open the door. He’s alone in his room, standing at an easel with his hands on his hips. His brows are furrowed in thought. They immediately relax as they see me. I smile gently. “That’s pretty,” I say of the painting. Neil looks back at it and
I’m still starring, slack jawed, when they realize that I’m in the room. Beau curses under his breath which causes Angela to finally stop moving and turn around. She yelps when she sees me and rolls off Beau, pulling the sheets over her chest and burying herself in the bed. “Ohmygods, ohmygods, oh
“So where do you come in?” I ask Beau. “I was here so often,” Angela says softly. “And was so miserable for the first year. Then Beau and Archer started school.” She places a gentle hand on his thigh and smiles. “We got along well. It made the time I spent her less horrible. Yes I was playing Neil
Beau POV Angela is already getting dressed by the time Beau finally wakes up. He does a dramatical stretch and leans across the bed to touch Angela’s waist. She looks up from where she’d been doing up her shoes. “Stay,” he says. “I know you love lazy morning sex.” Angela gently covers his hand
I’m utterly exhausted on Saturday morning. So much so that I take Mia for her breakfast then fall back asleep as she plays around the room. I wake up to her hands tapping me on the face to tell me its lunch time. I shuffle down to the kitchen. Neil and Steven come in. They both go quiet when they
By the time it registers in my head that what’s happening, Archer has already pried the seam of my lips open with his tongue. As he licks the inside of my mouth, my instincts kick into gear. I thread my hands into his curls and pull. The action makes his actions more fervent. His hands dig into th
“What the fuck?” I whisper to myself. I take Mia back to our room and set her down for her nap. While she sleeps, I stare at the ceiling in complete confusion. I thought Archer hated me. Every single time he’d scream at me or claim he owned me. It made no sense that he would throw me against a wal