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 made the bottle while mentally scolding myself. We were not playing house. Kye was my best friend. That was his baby, not mine. I was engaged to Bowie. Reacting like that to Kye had to stop. Jagger needed me. Kye needed my help. He did not need me getting all worked up over his teasing.
When I walked back into the room, Kye had Jagger in his arms and was sitting with his back against the headboard. The man was mommy porn. Literally, if there was a thing such as mommy porn, then Kye was their star.
“See, there she is,” Kye said to him. “I told you she was coming back with the goods.”
I sat down and reached for him. “My turn.”
He took the bottle from me. “It’s good. I’m awake. Get some more sleep. I’ll wake you for a diaper lesson if I can’t figure it out myself.”
Jagger was already drinking away comfortably in Kye’s arms. I pulled back the covers and lay back down, putting my back to them. I didn’t need to get any more visuals of Kye being a sexy, shirtless daddy. Exhaustion pulled me back under pretty fast.
When I opened my eyes again, I was surprised to see a sleeping Jagger in his bed, the sun was completely up, and Kye was spooning me again. His breathing was slow, so he was asleep too. I closed my eyes again and tried very hard not to focus on the hard length pressing against my butt. Or the fact that his arm was right under my boobs. They might as well be resting on them. I knew he was tired from last night, and I hated to wake him, but I had to get up. My body was not understanding that Kye wasn’t supposed to arouse it.
I moved slowly, and just as I thought I was almost free to slip out of the bed, his arm tightened, and he pulled me back.
“Not yet,” he mumbled.
Thankfully, he moved his arm lower, away from my boobs, but his erection was now tucked even closer.
“Kye,” I hissed.
He nuzzled his face in my hair. “Shh,” he whispered.
I took a deep breath and tried to move, but my wiggling did nothing but shift him from my butt cheek to being in the crack. My eyes went wide. He felt thick and long. At least compared to Bowie. I was afraid to try and inch away now. Would it push him more?
“Mmm … that’s real damn tempting, Baby Doll,” he groaned close to my ear, and then he rocked his hips just enough to rub it against me.
My clit throbbed so hard that I wasn’t sure if I could handle any more without crying out. I had to get away now. I pulled away hard this time and scrambled to get out of the bed before he could do anything more.
A deep, low chuckle came from the bed, and I glared at him. I shouldn’t have though. The covers were down to his waist, and he had his arms crossed behind his head. The muscles popping in his biceps, hair sticking up like he’d just had wild sex, and his hooded eyes that looked like he’d just opened them after a deep sleep—it was an image that made my knees weak.
“Sorry, Baby Doll. I woke up horny. I’ll behave,” he said, then winked. “I’m gonna go rub this out in the shower. You want to give me a quick flash of those tits to help a guy out?”
I rolled my eyes and spun around to get away from him. My attraction to him was deep. Yes, he was sexy. Ridiculously so. But all the other emotions went with that. I loved him. He was my best friend. It added up to be this powerful reaction.
Kye, however, got hard over any boobs. Didn’t matter that they were mine or that it had been my butt he was pressed up against. He’d have gotten hard had it been any other female. His sexual activities and desires weren’t connected to any other emotion.
Calming my body down, I went to use the bathroom and do my morning necessities before Jagger woke up again. I heard the shower come on in the master bathroom, and for a second, I was tempted to go listen at the door and see if he was jerking off, like he’d said he was going to do. That was creepy, and I clearly needed slapped.
By the time he walked into the kitchen, I had made coffee and put some frozen waffles in the toaster. I looked up from my phone, where I had been sending Bowie a text. Kye’s hair was damp, and the shirt he was wearing hugged his chest.
He grinned at me. “Stop pouting, Baby Doll,” he said, walking over to stand in front of me. “You didn’t do anything wrong. We’re friends. Your juicy little ass was there, and I enjoyed it for a minute. I’m sorry if I made you mad.”