I just need to get home and take care of myself, then everything will go back to normal and I can stop having filthy thoughts about my baby’s father.
I hope.
After a quick drive, during which I thought only of Archer doing delicious things to my naked body, I’m throwing open the door at my house and kicking off my shoes.
“That was fast. Hey. Where’s Lincoln? Isn’t it nap time?” Shit. Gavin is lounging on the blue couch, his phone in his hand and a shaker cup full of yellow liquid in front of him on the coffee table. I thought he’d be gone by now. How can I get acquainted with my battery operated boyfriend when my brother’s sitting in the other room?
“Oh, hey. Yeah, he’s at Archer’s place having a nap. I figured I’d give him a chance to look after Lincoln alone for a couple of hours. How hard can it be when he’ll be asleep the whole time, right?”
Gavin chuckles and sits up. “Well, he already had an off morning, remember? What are the chances he sleeps as long as he normally does?”
Shit. He’s right. Lincoln has been a little off all day, starting with a fussy morning. Gavin had to bathe him before we left because he spit up more than usual after his morning bottle. And then there was his crying jag when seeing that Santa—sorry, Kris Kringle—at the farmer’s market. What if he gets cranky with Archer? Maybe I’ll skip the shopping and go straight back to Archer’s place after I’m done here, instead. Because there’s no way I can skip what I’m about to do.
At the very least, I need to change my underwear.
“I’m sure it will be fine. I won’t be away for long.” I walk as calmly as I can manage down the hall to my bedroom.
“Okay. If you say so,” Gavin says to my back. “I’m heading to the gym now. Mom and Dad said to tell you they went out shopping, but they’ll be by later, and Charlie’s out with friends.”
Yes! He’s leaving after all. Sexual satisfaction, here I come.
“Alright, thanks. Bye,” I say as I slide into my room and lock the door behind me. With a deep breath, I turn and stalk to my nightstand.
The toy Charlie bought me hasn’t seen the light of day since I unwrapped it and stuffed it into my nightstand. Other than the little field trip it took when I moved into this house, it’s been inside its original packaging and in a drawer the entire time.
Until today.
I open the drawer, pull out the shiny purple box, and rip it open, dropping the package straight into the trash can. I’m left with a purple wand vibrator and a cord. Wait a minute. I grab the box out of the trash and check the back. Thank god. The sigh of relief I breathe is enormous. It comes charged already.
Thank god for that. I don’t have the patience to wait for it to charge. This is a quick, self-care, jilling-off session. I just need a couple minutes of buzzy-time and I’ll be good to go.
I take the vibe over to my bed and drop it on the blanket before undoing my jeans and pushing them down. Next, I take off my soaking wet underwear and lay down on the bed, my legs flopping open.
It’s been a while since I’ve done this, but with how I’m already throbbing, I don’t think it’s going to take long to get into the swing of things. A push of a button sets the toy to vibrating at a nice steady speed that seems about right for my needs, and I lower it to my thigh.
As I push the vibe closer to my clit, I replay my earlier fantasies of Archer climbing over me, both of us naked in his bed. I imagine his hands roaming my skin as I bring the toy closer and closer, allowing it to finally touch me where I need it most. Less than ten seconds of maneuvering it around my slick clit and my orgasm shoots through my body. I arch up off the bed, a low moan escaping my throat as the pulsing slows and the orgasm ends too soon.
I turn off the vibrator and drop it beside me on the bed.
Well. That was…adequate, I suppose.
I doubt it will be enough to stop my Archer fantasies, though.
Damn it.
Now what?
Chapter 28
Feeling Down In The Dumps
Archer
Phoebehadbeengonefor all of five minutes before Lincoln started fussing in his crib. He wasn’t crying, exactly. Mostly he was making angry squawking sounds. Per Phoebe’s instructions, I didn’t rush in to see if he was alright. I let him try to work it out.
When he let out an actual cry, though, I couldn’t take it anymore. I ran straight in and got him.
Since then, I’ve done everything I could think of to help him calm down, but none of it worked. I changed his diaper, rocked him in the glider chair, walked around and around my apartment with him while bouncing him gently in my arms, and still nothing. I even used my fancy formula machine to make him a bottle in case he was still hungry, but he wanted nothing to do with it.
