Page 98 of I Knead You Tonight

She’s just on basic prep in the mornings and waiting tables in the afternoons, but prep is still the kitchen.

You’d think working so much and doing the mom thing in the evenings would be killing her, but it’s done the opposite.

The only other time she’s so alive and lit up is when I’m making her come, which I’ve been doing plenty often since we’ve been…well, whatever it is we’re doing.

The bathroom door finally creaks open, and the moment she steps out, my dick springs to life.

On any given day, Drew Woods looks hot.

But tonight? She looks downrightedible.

The bright red romper she’s wearing makes her legs look a mile long. It makes me want to feel them around my waist again.

“See something you like, Winston?” she asks, lip between her teeth, round brown eyes peeking at me through her long, dark lashes.

“Fuck yeah I do. Come here.”

She struts over to me, tucking herself between my spread legs.

I run my hands up the backs of her thighs, right under the short one-piece she’s wearing, cupping her ass in my hands.

“You sure you don’t want to just stay in tonight? I can think of a million things we could do that are going to be just as fun as the Fall Festival.”

She giggles, her hands crashing into my hair, playing with the strands. “Weren’t you the one just rushing me, all excited about going out?”

“Yes, but I wasn’t aware you were going to come prancing out looking likethis.”

“I don’t prance.”

“Oh, you prance.” I squeeze her ass and she shuffles closer. “What do you say, Drew? Want me to peel this thing off you or what?”

“Good grief, you two. Do you ever stop screwing?”

Drew and I haven’t exactly told anyone we’re sleeping together because we don’t know what any of this means other than it feels good, but since Sully lives here too, he kind of knows there’s something up.

Or at least he’s assumed that’s what we’re doing since he caught us kissing in the kitchen one day. He didn’t say anything, just walked in, asked if he could get by to the sugar, grabbed a fresh cup of coffee, and walked back out.

That was it.

This is the first time he’s mentioned it since.

“Do you ever stop wishing you were screwing?” I glance around Drew to Sully, who’s standing at the doorway. “Seriously, man, you’ve lived with me for a while now and I’ve yet to see you bring a girl home. Isn’t your hand tired?”

“Just because I don’t bring anyone here doesn’t mean I’m not getting any action.”

I raise my brow at him. “Oh? Do tell.”

“I thought you didn’t like talking about your conquests,” Drew says.

“Ah, but these aren’tmyconquests.”

She lifts her eyes skyward. “You’re hopeless.”

“—ly devoted to you.” I wink.

She groans, tossing her head back, trying to wrangle herself away from me. “On that note, I’m leaving.”

“I am too,” Sully says. “You guys have fun. I won’t wait up.”

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