Page 37 of I Knead You Tonight

She’s been running this operation we have going on with limited supplies. It wasn’t such a huge issue when she was taking Riker to Doris because she has her own hoard of baby essentials, but now that Sully seems to have taken over babysitting duties most days, it’s clear we’re running extremely low on things.

“It’s fine. I’ll go grab a towel.”

I scamper out of the room, snatching one from the top of the linen closet and beating feet back to my bedroom to try to help Drew in any way I can.

She’s so close to her breaking point, I can see it.

Riker is still going nuts, and all I want to do is relieve some of the pressure she’s feeling.

I come to a halt when I enter the bedroom.

Drew’s standing with a crying, almost-naked Riker on her hip.

Shirtless.

If I thought Drew Woods in an old, shabby green towel was prime jack-off material, I was wrong.

It’s this moment right here.

Not because she’s topless, though that isn’t hurting anything at all.

It’s not her appearance, because let’s face it, her eyes are sunken from lack of sleep and her hair is an awful mess.

It’s none of that.

It’s the way she looks at her son, even as he cries so loudly my eardrums are hurting.

The way she took the literal shirt off her back just to clean him up so he’s not sitting there soaked in his own spit-up.

The way she’s singing off-key.

The way she’s dancing to no music.

It’s just…her.

She’s breathtaking.

Drew gets Riker to latch on to the binky she’s holding, he finally begins to quiet down, and relief floods her face.

“Oh, thank god.” She sighs. “I thought he would never stop.”

She stands there, rocking him for several more minutes until his tired eyes grow heavy. Placing him on the bed with what I’m sure is all the gentleness she can muster, she tucks his blanket around him and backs away slowly, hoping he’ll fall for it and take a nap, or at least let her clean up without screaming.

When she’s sure he’s not going to freak out again, she stands.

Hands on her hips, eyes closed, she tilts her face skyward, muttering something I can’t make out.

I take the opportunity to look her over.

I always thought Drew was attractive. The first time we met, she caught me staring at her rack, so it’s no secret I’m physically attracted to her.

But since having Riker, her body has transformed in subtle, sexy ways.

Her hips are wider, fuller. Still flat, her stomach has a squishiness to it that wasn’t there before—and I would know because the girllovesher belly shirts. Her tits aren’t as perky and perfect as they once were, giving them a more natural look.

She’s sexier than she’s ever been.

As if she can feel my eyes on her, she slides her tired gaze to me.

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