Page 13 of I Knead You Tonight

“Or you’re just a pussy.”

“Ugh.” She groans. “Can’t you just not be an ass for like five minutes?”

“Can’t you just leave me alone for five minutes? I’m giving you and your kid a place to stay. All I want to do is smoke in peace.”

“Whatever.” She turns toward the door I left open. “Look, not that I want to tell you what to do in your own house or anything, but I’d really appreciate if you didn’t do that around Riker.”

I hold the joint up. “I’m out here, aren’t I?”

She glowers and stalks back inside, making a scene out of closing the back door.

I lean against the railing, not letting her touch these fleeting moments of tranquility.

The overhead light in my bedroom is turned off, only the lamp illuminating the space.

From where I’m standing, I can see into the room through the slit in the curtains.

I can see Drew.

See her unbutton the jeans she’s wearing. See her stomach peek out of the stretch between her underwear and her shirt.

She pulls it over her head, moving out of my line of sight, but not before I spot the strap of a light blue bra.

Just like the light blue of the underwear I stole.

The pair still resting in my pocket.

I slide my hand inside my jeans, feeling the material slip through my fingers.

I was just screwing with her earlier when I took them. I would never sniff her underwear like some fucking pervert.

But I’m also in no hurry to give the sliver of fabric back to her.

I don’t know why. Just like I don’t know why she felt so good in my arms earlier.

I don’t know why I want to feel her in them again.

Giving myself a shake, I turn my back to the window and take another drag off the joint between my fingers.

Damn, this is some good weed.

Slice Three

Drew

What the…

I glance around the unfamiliar room, forgetting for a moment I had a lapse in sanity last night and agreed to let Winston have me and Riker stay with him while my car is getting fixed.

“Shit…my car. I need to schedule something.”

“I already did.”

“JESUS FUCK!” I yelp, leaping out of the bed.

Thankfully my mommy instincts are so ingrained in me now that I leapawayfrom my sleeping baby.

“What the hell are you doing in here, Winston? And why are younaked?”

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