Page 121 of Bad Run

She throws all the pillows back onto the makeshift bed. I can’t help chuckling at the sheer amount she has lying around. “I just use this when I want to chill and watch TV.”

“Makes sense.” I nod, placing the stuff in my hands beside the bed.

“Right. I saw it online and thought it was fun. It’s also perfect for when my best friend comes to visit.” She sits on the cushion and pats the spot beside her.

I gaze down at my clothes. After I travel, the first thing I usually do is shower. Can’t do that now, so … What the hell do I do now? There’s no way I’m going to sit on her clean bed like this.

Fuck it.

I free the button on my slacks, slip down the zipper, and shove my pants over my hips, letting them fall to the floor.

Gwen sucks in a breath. “What are you doing?”

“Taking off my pants.” I kick them to the side and unbutton my dress shirt.

“I can see that. But why?”

Shrugging, I pull my arms from the blue shirt and drop it on my pants, which leaves me in a pair of charcoal boxer briefs and a white T-shirt. “Just got off the plane and it seems gross to sit on your clean furniture. That okay?”

Without a word, she nods. I don’t miss how her eyes linger on the middle of my boxers and her little pink tongue sweeps across her bottom lip, tempting me to suck on it.

Ignoring the way my cock approves of her heated gaze, I sit down and reach for the blanket I bought her. I pull off the tags and place it over both our laps.

“Thanks,” she says with a breathy whisper and pink cheeks.

“Shall we start with the donuts?”

“Yes, please.”

“You got it, babe.” I grab the blue and white pastry box and scoot my body back, leaning against the cushions and pillows.

Needing her close, I wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her to my side. It doesn’t take long for Gwen to melt into me and rest her head on my shoulder.

I can’t think of a better place to be than right here, holding my wife and watching TV while we eat powdered donuts.

thirty-nine

Lance

Present

I’m in hell.

Like every other morning I spend with Gwen, she moans in her sleep and grinds her ass over my cock. This is about the time I slip out of bed and jump into the cold pool and swim laps.

Today there is no escaping her torture.

We are still in the living room, on her sofa bed thing, and have somehow shifted onto our sides. My top arm is draped over her waist, and my bottom arm is trapped under her head as she uses it like a pillow.

If I could, I’d stay like this all day, with her in my arms. But Gwen has work. She would kick my ass if I let her sleep in and get to the stadium late.

“Gwen,” I whisper.

She whimpers but doesn’t move. I grip her hip, squeezing it, as I shift mine away from her delectable ass and kiss the back of her exposed shoulder. She must have taken off my hoodie in her sleep.

A smile spreads across my face thinking about her wearing my hoodie last night. I can’t help wondering when she had time to steal it.

I squeeze her hip again. Her breathing has changed, and I can sense the beginning of her waking up. “Gwen, time to get up.”