Page 16 of I Knead You Tonight

Asshole.

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I slideRiker’s car seat into an empty booth at Slice, trying to avoid the curious stares from my coworkers.

We didn’t think this one through, us showing up together with my babyandmy car still sitting in the parking lot at open. It looks like we spent the night together, and I guess technically we did, but not in the way I’m certain they’re assuming.

They’re all too pussy to come out and ask me, though.

“Did you two fuck last night?”

Well, except my best friend Wren. She doesn’t give any shits.

“Trade me spots,” she bosses at me. “I want to sit next to my son.”

I’m not about to argue with her, especially since allher sondid the entire ride here was cry and scream.

She can sit next to him all she wants. I need a break.

Slipping from the booth, I realize too late the only place I can go isnext to Winston…who I haven’t spoken to since this morning.

The ride here was short by mileage standards, but it felt hours long in the game of who can stay quiet the longest.

Riker definitely lost.

Winston grins up at me—that same obnoxious grin he’s been giving me since he caught me looking at him—as he scoots over…the minimum distance that can be considered reasonable.

Our arms rub together when I sit down and the hair on mine stands at attention. The denim of his jeans rubs against my black leggings and I can feel the heat radiating off him.

Or maybe that’s just me.

I’ve been burning up since we locked eyes in the bathroom and Winston caught me staring at his cock.

The throb I felt between my legs earlier returns, and as if he knows I’m thinking about this morning, Winston spreads his thighs wider, his leg now plastered against mine.

I pull at the collar of my shirt.

I see Winston smirk out of the corner of my eye.

Dick.

“Well, did you?” Wren asks, not looking at either of us, her attention focused on my baby.

I groan. “Don’t be gross. You know we didn’t.”

“That’s not what it looks like.”

“I know that, but we didn’t.”

“Her car broke down again,” Winston explains. “Did you know your best friend had no heat in her apartment when I went over there last night?”

Wren turns her stare to me. It’s calm. Too calm.

She’s pissed.

“Please tell me my idiot twin brother is just spouting off bullshit again and that’s not true.”

I don’t say anything.

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