Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I made it into my old bedroom and stripped off my shorts in a hurry before sitting on the edge of the bed and fisting my erection.
Ah, God, I was so hard I ached.
I probably should have gone to the shower to take care of business, but I hadn’t wanted to wait long enough for the water to heat up. I’d needed to come six hours before. I couldn’t wait any longer.
I closed my eyes as I thought about the way Kate’s body had grown more curvy and round since she’d had Iris, panting as I imagined fucking her tits like I had the first night we’d been together.
My breath caught and I held back a moan as my cock jerked.
“Shane, are you—”
I didn’t see Kate come in but my eyes snapped open as she stuttered and clicked the door closed behind her.
“Oh, shit,” she breathed, glancing down at my hand and then back up to my eyes, her face flushing.
I should have stopped. That would have been the decent thing to do after getting caught. But I couldn’t force myself to stop pulling hard on my shaft—not when she was standing there in a white tank top that hid nothing, watching. Instead, I gripped myself harder and moved my hand faster, almost instantly feeling my balls draw up as her nipples hardened beneath her shirt and her hands fisted at her sides.
I watched her lick her lips, and just like that my orgasm hit, tightening my leg and ass muscles as semen coated my hand.
If I hadn’t been watching Kate’s face, I would have missed the low noise she made and the way her eyes grew heated as she watched me move. Because as soon as I’d finished, she was fleeing back out the door and slamming it behind her.
Fuck.
Chapter 16
Kate
Time passes quickly when you’re so busy you can barely see straight, and before I knew it I had a fourth grader, a kindergartner, a four-year-old, a two-year-old, and a two-month-old.
It was exhausting in the best possible way. As Iris got a little older, I felt more and more like my old self, and I’d even started getting reacquainted via email with my old business contacts. I thanked God every day that I’d saved up during Shane’s deployment because the minute I’d gone on bed rest, I’d had to send emails to all my clients giving them the contact information for other web designers I trusted. I hadn’t been able to work in months, and though I’d been frugal, my savings were getting low.
I wasn’t sure that I was ready to go back to work yet—we were still trying to find our sea legs—but I knew that eventually we’d figure out a schedule and I’d have a little extra time on my hands.
I sang to Iris as I put her into her baby swing that I’d pulled into the kitchen, then spun on my heel to grab Gunner off the floor and dance him around the kitchen table. I was in a ridiculously good mood. I couldn’t help it.
It was Friday night, homework was done, the big kids were playing on the Wii, Gunner had taken a three-hour nap that left him almost giddy, and I was ready to make homemade pizzas for my family as the sun shone through the kitchen window.
I sang, swaying Gunner from side to side as he giggled.
I got to the chorus right as Shane walked in the door from the garage, and I couldn’t help but laugh as Gunner threw his hands straight up in the air and yelled, “Daddy!”
Shane smiled as I continued to sing, his eyes soft on my face. “Beautiful,” he mouthed silently, never looking away from my face as the older kids stormed into the kitchen.
I blushed and broke eye contact, spinning Gunner around in a circle.
Shane and I seemed to be dancing around each other, pushing and pulling as we found our new normal. We’d never lived together before, which seemed odd when I thought about it. I’d given birth to his child and we’d been circling each other for a year, yet bumping into him in the bathroom each morning was new and a little embarrassing.
He was trying so hard to get back into my good graces that it was a little bit endearing. He pitched in with the kids, and ran baths for me after the big kids were asleep, taking care of Iris so I could have a few minutes of quiet. He told me I was beautiful, sometimes when all I felt like was a big blob of human.
I loved that he was trying, but I couldn’t help but feel like he’d missed what I was trying to tell him. I wasn’t mad at him—not anymore. No, it went deeper than that. I loved Shane, I’d always loved him, even when I could have strangled him. But there was a bone-deep weariness inside me that I couldn’t seem to shake.