Page 10 of I Knead You Tonight

“If you need something else, we can stop by later, or just hit up the store.”

She snorts. “Right, like I have spare cash to spend on new clothes.”

I tighten my jaw at the comment, trying not to dwell on it or her situation for too long.

“You ready?” I ask, my arms loaded down with bags for them both, enough stuff to last a week.

“To stay with you? Never, but what choice do I have?” She sighs. “Let me get him into his car seat and get this hell over with.”

* * *

“No. Absolutely not.”

Drew stands before me, hands on her hips, eyes puffy with tiredness.

She’s exhausted, beyond so. Which is why I offered her my bed.

Well, that and she can’t sleep on the couch with Riker and I have nowhere else to put him. My bad because I clearly didn’t think this wholeYou’re coming home with mething through.

“Well, tough fucking tits. It’s happening.”

“You can’t seriously expect me to sleep in your bed and take over your room while you sleep on that dilapidated couch, Winston. I hate you, but damn—I gotta draw the line somewhere.”

“I’m offering it to you. I’m choosing this. Just accept it and quit bitching about the handout.”

Drew’s jaw tightens. I don’t know if it’s the truth behind my words that gets her angry or the word choice.

Either way, she knows I’m right.

I’m letting her stay here free of charge when it’s painfully clear she desperately needs the help but is too fucking stubborn to ask for it.

Riker coos and we both glance his way, silencing any argument Drew might have made.

She knows she needs to do this for him.

I’m not a baby person at all, but even I can admit the little bundle of jelly rolls is adorable as hell. He’s still buckled into his car seat nice and tight, having slept the entire way over here, not making a single peep when she carried him inside. I’m certain that means he’s out for the night.

Thank fuck, because I could really use the sleep.

“At least let me repay you for all of this.”

“With all that money you don’t have?” I scoff. “You couldn’t even keep your fucking heat on, Drew. I don’t see how you’re going to pay me for letting you stay here.”

Her eyes flash with anger again, but she brushes off my insult. “It was on when I left for work this morning. I wouldn’t have stayed there with my son if I didn’t have heat. I’d never put him through that. But that’s not what we’re talking about right now. I can repay you for letting us stay here in other ways.”

“Please tell me you mean sexual favors.” I smirk. “I would love to fill that sassy mouth of yours with my cock.”

I say it to fuck with her, because lord knows I don’t mean it.

Heat steals up her cheeks and her breaths become uneven, and I can’t tell if it’s because she loves the idea or hates it.

She screws her face up. “You’re disgusting.”

But there’s no bite behind her words.

“That wasn’t a no.”

“I amnotgiving you sexual favors. I meant like help around the house. Doing dishes, cooking…those sorts of things.”

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