Page 40 of The Rebound
But apparently, I’m not most guys.
To me, Kinley has never been more beautiful. She’s gorgeous, if I’m being honest. Maybe that makes me some kind of freak with a pregnancy kink, but I’m more attracted to her than I’ve ever been. Her silky-soft skin and hair seem to emit their own UV rays.
And her breasts—Christ, her fucking tits—are heavy, swollen and brushed with a golden tan. I know from the reading I’ve done that they must be tender, in desperate need of soothing from careful hands. When I catch her giving herself a discreet comforting squeeze, I nearly drop the screwdriver I’m using and cream my goddamn pants.
All I can think about is screwing Kinley.
In the kitchen. Over the bathroom sink. On her bed. On the freaking nursery floor. We got so close before, and have even gotten each other off more than once. But I haven’t been lucky enough to go all the way with her.
I want to erase any space between us. I want to bury myself deep inside her. I want to feel every inch of her, pushing all her buttons until she can’t take it anymore, and finally, wildly comes on my—
“Oh, hey, that was quick.”
I blink, returning to the present where I’ve somehow managed to put a whole crib together while thinking filthy thoughts. Which is obviously super creepy.
God, I really need to get it together.
I look up from where I’m crouching on the floor to see Kinley nodding approvingly at my work. When she rests a grateful hand on the back of my neck, a bolt of electricity spears straight from her palm to my dick.
Fuck, that almost hurts. Yeah, it’s definitely been too long since I’ve had sex.
“This is perfect, Saint. Thank you. Wow, you’re really warm. Are you feeling all right?”
“Yeah,” I lie, feeling the opposite of all right. “It’s just hot in here.”
“I’ll get you some water and turn on the A/C.”
Kinley steps out of the room and I look for an escape route, half considering climbing out the nearest window. Is there any world in which I could bail without causing a scene? I could just tell her I’m going for a walk to clear my head, but then circle back to my place to jerk off. It would take me twenty minutes, tops. Or I could fake a phone call and—
“Oh, come on ...”
When I hear Kinley fussing in the kitchen with the water filter, I think better of it. She needs me here. It would be classic Saint to bail, but the new and improved me isn’t such a coward. So far.
With a little adjusting, I manage to get my semi under control before Kinley returns with two glasses of ice water.
She hands one to me. “Here you go.”
I tip the glass to my mouth and chug, feeling less and less like an animal in heat every time the ice hits my teeth. When I finish, I wipe my lips with the back of my hand. “Thanks.”
“Thankyou.”
“All in a day’s work. Hey, where did you want me to put those stencils of the hot air balloons? I was thinking the wall above the crib would ...” I trail off when I see the far-off look on her face. “You okay?”
She blinks at me like she forgot I was there for a second. “Oh ... I’m fine. Physically, for once.”
“And mentally?”
She pauses, taking a swig of her own water before she responds. “I think it all just hit me.”
“What did?”
“Everything. I’m about to have a child as a single parent. I have almost no one to rely on outside of you and Walker.”
“Kin, neither of us are gonna let anything bad happen to—”
“I know, I know. I’m not ungrateful. I kind of feel the opposite. Unworthy.”
When I try to object, she waves the thought away.
