SILAS
The kids don’t crashas fast tonight. Beckett wants Landry to stay with them. Brooklyn asks if her mom will sleep in the stuffed bed. Blair keeps pouting until her pain meds kick in. Beau chills silently, watching the lights on the ceiling.
Once Blair is asleep, Landry tells Beckett and Brooklyn to whisper to avoid waking her. The little ones decide that’s some boring shit. Soon, they’re out. Beau is still yawning when I follow Landry from the room.
She shuffles around the house as if she doesn’t know where to go without her kids to guide her. I take her shoulders and point her in the direction of my bedroom. I notice her limping as we reach the bathroom.
“Do you want a hot bath?”
“Yes, but I’m too lazy to climb in and out,” she says, seeming tired as she finds clothes and looks back at me.
I suspect she wants me to join her. Landry thinks fucking will offer her a security blanket in this new relationship. Except sex isn’t valuable to me. I can get pussy at the Pigsty whenever I want. There’s always a club slut hanging around.
However, Landry getting me off won’t feed the relentless need inside me.
After she returns smelling like me and looking like the pinnacle of temptation, I get my ass in the bathroom. I even lock the damn door since I know I won’t be able to reject her if she joins me under the water.
“No fucking,” I tell the idiot in the mirror. “You’ve had enough pussy to last a man a lifetime. Lock up your dick.”
The guy looking back resents being told what to do. He’s spent decades following his instincts. Right now, he wants to enjoy the heat he can create between Landry’s legs. That woman’s begging to be properly fucked.
To avoid sporting a boner in bed, I take my time rubbing one out in the shower. Under the hot water, I imagine Landry in here earlier. I picture soaping up her naked flesh.
Twice today, she bent forward and flashed me with what I’ve been craving. Her tits will soon fill my hands. I fantasize sucking on her nipples. I saw them poking through her shirt earlier, tempting me with what I can’t have yet.
Until the baby’s born, I’ll stick to fucking Landry in my head. It’s a solid plan that goes sideways as soon as I walk into the bedroom to find her stretched out on the bed, wearing a long T-shirt and panties. Her damp hair makes me think of her naked. My dick gets instantly excited again.
“You forgot to put on your shirt,” she says, staring as if I’m terrifying.
“No, I didn’t.”
“Are you planning to flaunt that all night long?”
“One day, this,” I say and gesture at my body, “will be an extension of you. Might as well start getting used to it.”
Landry stares horrified. “You might be too much man for me.”
Frowning at her reaction, I lose my mid-staff boner. Landry gives away her ruse quickly. As soon as I shake out my shoulders, her gaze glows with horny chick energy.
“You want me,” I mutter and drop onto the mattress.
“Yes, but don’t jiggle the bed so much. I’d rather keep my bladder quiet while my other lady parts are on alert.”
I rest on my side and study her beautiful face. “Do you miss the asshole?”
“If I did, would I flirt with you? And if I would flirt with you while missing him, would you still want me?”
“No and yes.”
“Why yes?”