Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
I smirked, knowing she was full of crap. “Does that mean I can’t suggest you sleep in one of my T-shirts?”
She picked up a pillow and tossed it at me before walking down the hallway. Grinning, I followed her, amazed at how my day had gone from a nightmare to something I was going to survive.
Sixteen
Genesis
The loud wail woke me up, and for a moment, I was confused. Then, it all came back to me, and I sat up and turned on the lamp by the bed so I could see.
Jagger’s little face was red as he let out another angry cry. He had kicked the blanket loose, and he tried to suck on his hand, then wailed again.
“Someone is hungry,” I said, picking him up. “It’s okay.”
“Here,” Kye’s deep, gravelly voice said beside me. “I’ll take him while you get the bottle.”
I turned to him, and seeing Kye’s messy hair and bare, tattooed chest distracted me briefly. He’d been wearing a shirt when we went to bed. Where was that shirt now? I did not need to be reminded how droolworthy his chest was.
“It got hot, Baby Doll. I’m sorry. I usually sleep naked,” he said, and I realized I was still looking at his six-pack.
My eyes snapped up, and I gathered myself, then handed Jagger to him. He took him the way I’d taught him, and when he pulled him to his chest, Jagger turned his little head, as if he was going to latch on to a boob.
“What’s he doing?” Kye asked.
“Trying to nurse,” I replied with a grin.
He chuckled. The deep sound to his sleepy voice was making me feel things between my legs that I did not need to be feeling for Kye.
“Sorry, little dude. I don’t have what you’re looking for.”
I stood up and headed for the door.
“Baby Doll is going to get you a bottle. Hang in there,” he reassured him.
I hurried to the kitchen and went about getting it mixed up. Thankfully, he wasn’t crying too bad. He would start up and then stop. Kye must be talking to him. He was very interested in his father, which was so freaking precious that it hurt. I could not let my head go there. Kye couldn’t raise a kid.
When I walked back into the room, I sat on the bed beside Kye. “I’ll feed him. You go back to sleep. Then, you can do it next time. We will take shifts.”
Kye handed him to me, but he didn’t lie back down right away. He watched as Jagger took the nipple and began sucking hungrily. It was cute. I didn’t blame him for wanting to look.
“He’s an aggressive little man when hungry,” Kye said, observing him. “Good thing he can’t get to your tits. He’d latch on real damn fast.”
I cut my eyes at Kye. “Go to sleep.”
He gave me a cheeky grin, then lay back down. Still shirtless. And very close to me. He needed to scoot over some. Give me some space.
“This bed smells like you,” he said before turning his head to the pillow and inhaling.
I acted like I didn’t enjoy him smelling me, but that was a lie. I didn’t say anything though. I let it go.
By the time Jagger was fed and burped, Kye was asleep again. I took Jagger to the other bedroom to change his diaper, then wrapped him up snuggly, then swayed back and forth with him until he fell back asleep. Once I placed him in the crib and he didn’t wake back up, I climbed in beside Kye and managed to not think about his naked chest and hard muscles, which were entirely too close to me.
The next time Jagger woke up, I changed his diaper first, then gave Kye the bottle before going to sleep. I had a feeling I would only get a brief nap before I had to help Kye get him to sleep, but when the next wail woke me, the sun was already rising, and Jagger was in his bed while Kye was spooning me.
Kye stretched and yawned, but didn’t move away from me right away. I started to sit up, and he grabbed my waist, pulling me back to him.
“This feels good. Jag, buddy, don’t make her leave me just yet,” he said in that raspy voice again.
I felt my nipples harden, and I glanced down, thankful he couldn’t see the front of my shirt. I agreed that this felt very good. Too good.
I wiggled. “I need to get his bottle,” I said, hoping my voice sounded sleepy and not breathless.
“My boner needs to go down before I pick him up,” Kye said.
I felt my entire body flush as I hurried from the room. Kye’s laughter echoed down the hallway. Good Lord, I needed to stick my head in the freezer. It was as if every nerve ending in my body were buzzing with electricity. Whew.