Page 35 of I Knead You Tonight

“See something you like?” I say to break the tension.

I watch as my words work their way through his head.

First his eyes meet mine. Then brows scrunch together. Lips pull into a sneer.

“Nah. Just trying to figure out why you’re bothering wasting your time shaving your legs. Not like anyone is going to want to fuck you now that you have baby baggage attached.”

Winston’s fist sinks into my stomach.

Or at least that’s what his words feel like.

Forget the cold shower. His comments are icy enough to cool anyone off.

I try to straighten my shoulders, try not to let it show just how deep his words cut.

I try not to cry, especially in front of him.

“Odd since you’re the one standing there with a half-hard dick, so clearly turned on by my baby-baggage body.”

I don’t know if that’s true. I didn’t look. I refuse to look.

“Here’s your fucking Band-Aids.”

He tosses the box onto the counter, leaving in a huff.

I breathe a sigh of relief when the door clicks closed.

Then I reach for the faucet handles, hoping the sound of the water will drown out my cries.

Slice Six

Winston

Drew and Riker have been staying with me for just over a week.

And three days have passed since we last spoke outside of work.

I’ve barely slept. Have had little to no appetite. I haven’t even had the desire to smoke.

Nothing is making me feel good.

The worst part is that it’s no one’s fault but my own.

I should have never said what I said to Drew. She’s barely even glanced at me since I told her nobody would want to sleep with her now that she has a baby.

That’s a complete and total fucking lie.

After seeing her in a towel, I spent half the night with a throbbing cock. I waited for Drew to fall asleep before I snuck back into my bathroom to shower just so I could relieve myself.

Now every time I see her, I feel guilty.

Not for jacking off to her, because I’m a grown-ass man and I accept my actions.

But because every time I look at her, she appears so…dejected, and I know that’s all my fault.

My eyes drift toward the back patio for probably the twentieth time in the last ten minutes.

We’re both off today and Drew is out back with Riker, laughing at him as he plays in his little chair. It’s the only time she looks happy, when she’s with her son.

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