Sixteen

Genesis

The loud wail woke me up, and for a moment, I was confused. Then, it all came back to me, and I sat up and turned on the lamp by the bed so I could see.

Jagger’s little face was red as he let out another angry cry. He had kicked the blanket loose, and he tried to suck on his hand, then wailed again.

“Someone is hungry,” I said, picking him up. “It’s okay.”

“Here,” Kye’s deep, gravelly voice said beside me. “I’ll take him while you get the bottle.”

I turned to him, and seeing Kye’s messy hair and bare, tattooed chest distracted me briefly. He’d been wearing a shirt when we went to bed. Where was that shirt now? I did not need to be reminded how droolworthy his chest was.

“It got hot, Baby Doll. I’m sorry. I usually sleep naked,” he said, and I realized I was still looking at his six-pack.

My eyes snapped up, and I gathered myself, then handed Jagger to him. He took him the way I’d taught him, and when he pulled him to his chest, Jagger turned his little head, as if he was going to latch on to a boob.

“What’s he doing?” Kye asked.

“Trying to nurse,” I replied with a grin.

He chuckled. The deep sound to his sleepy voice was making me feel things between my legs that I did not need to be feeling for Kye.

“Sorry, little dude. I don’t have what you’re looking for.”

I stood up and headed for the door.

“Baby Doll is going to get you a bottle. Hang in there,” he reassured him.

I hurried to the kitchen and went about getting it mixed up. Thankfully, he wasn’t crying too bad. He would start up and then stop. Kye must be talking to him. He was very interested in his father, which was so freaking precious that it hurt. I could not let my head go there. Kye couldn’t raise a kid.

When I walked back into the room, I sat on the bed beside Kye. “I’ll feed him. You go back to sleep. Then, you can do it next time. We will take shifts.”

Kye handed him to me, but he didn’t lie back down right away. He watched as Jagger took the nipple and began sucking hungrily. It was cute. I didn’t blame him for wanting to look.

“He’s an aggressive little man when hungry,” Kye said, observing him. “Good thing he can’t get to your tits. He’d latch on real damn fast.”

I cut my eyes at Kye. “Go to sleep.”

He gave me a cheeky grin, then lay back down. Still shirtless. And very close to me. He needed to scoot over some. Give me some space.

“This bed smells like you,” he said before turning his head to the pillow and inhaling.

I acted like I didn’t enjoy him smelling me, but that was a lie. I didn’t say anything though. I let it go.

By the time Jagger was fed and burped, Kye was asleep again. I took Jagger to the other bedroom to change his diaper, then wrapped him up snuggly, then swayed back and forth with him until he fell back asleep. Once I placed him in the crib and he didn’t wake back up, I climbed in beside Kye and managed to not think about his naked chest and hard muscles, which were entirely too close to me.

The next time Jagger woke up, I changed his diaper first, then gave Kye the bottle before going to sleep. I had a feeling I would only get a brief nap before I had to help Kye get him to sleep, but when the next wail woke me, the sun was already rising, and Jagger was in his bed while Kye was spooning me.

Kye stretched and yawned, but didn’t move away from me right away. I started to sit up, and he grabbed my waist, pulling me back to him.

“This feels good. Jag, buddy, don’t make her leave me just yet,” he said in that raspy voice again.

I felt my nipples harden, and I glanced down, thankful he couldn’t see the front of my shirt. I agreed that this felt very good. Too good.

I wiggled. “I need to get his bottle,” I said, hoping my voice sounded sleepy and not breathless.

“My boner needs to go down before I pick him up,” Kye said.

I felt my entire body flush as I hurried from the room. Kye’s laughter echoed down the hallway. Good Lord, I needed to stick my head in the freezer. It was as if every nerve ending in my body were buzzing with electricity. Whew.

I made the bottle while mentally scolding myself. We were not playing house. Kye was my best friend. That was his baby, not mine. I was engaged to Bowie. Reacting like that to Kye had to stop. Jagger needed me. Kye needed my help. He did not need me getting all worked up over his teasing.

When I walked back into the room, Kye had Jagger in his arms and was sitting with his back against the headboard. The man was mommy porn. Literally, if there was a thing such as mommy porn, then Kye was their star.

“See, there she is,” Kye said to him. “I told you she was coming back with the goods.”

I sat down and reached for him. “My turn.”

He took the bottle from me. “It’s good. I’m awake. Get some more sleep. I’ll wake you for a diaper lesson if I can’t figure it out myself.”

Jagger was already drinking away comfortably in Kye’s arms. I pulled back the covers and lay back down, putting my back to them. I didn’t need to get any more visuals of Kye being a sexy, shirtless daddy. Exhaustion pulled me back under pretty fast.

When I opened my eyes again, I was surprised to see a sleeping Jagger in his bed, the sun was completely up, and Kye was spooning me again. His breathing was slow, so he was asleep too. I closed my eyes again and tried very hard not to focus on the hard length pressing against my butt. Or the fact that his arm was right under my boobs. They might as well be resting on them. I knew he was tired from last night, and I hated to wake him, but I had to get up. My body was not understanding that Kye wasn’t supposed to arouse it.

I moved slowly, and just as I thought I was almost free to slip out of the bed, his arm tightened, and he pulled me back.

“Not yet,” he mumbled.

Thankfully, he moved his arm lower, away from my boobs, but his erection was now tucked even closer.

“Kye,” I hissed.

He nuzzled his face in my hair. “Shh,” he whispered.

I took a deep breath and tried to move, but my wiggling did nothing but shift him from my butt cheek to being in the crack. My eyes went wide. He felt thick and long. At least compared to Bowie. I was afraid to try and inch away now. Would it push him more?

“Mmm … that’s real damn tempting, Baby Doll,” he groaned close to my ear, and then he rocked his hips just enough to rub it against me.

My clit throbbed so hard that I wasn’t sure if I could handle any more without crying out. I had to get away now. I pulled away hard this time and scrambled to get out of the bed before he could do anything more.

A deep, low chuckle came from the bed, and I glared at him. I shouldn’t have though. The covers were down to his waist, and he had his arms crossed behind his head. The muscles popping in his biceps, hair sticking up like he’d just had wild sex, and his hooded eyes that looked like he’d just opened them after a deep sleep—it was an image that made my knees weak.

“Sorry, Baby Doll. I woke up horny. I’ll behave,” he said, then winked. “I’m gonna go rub this out in the shower. You want to give me a quick flash of those tits to help a guy out?”

I rolled my eyes and spun around to get away from him. My attraction to him was deep. Yes, he was sexy. Ridiculously so. But all the other emotions went with that. I loved him. He was my best friend. It added up to be this powerful reaction.

Kye, however, got hard over any boobs. Didn’t matter that they were mine or that it had been my butt he was pressed up against. He’d have gotten hard had it been any other female. His sexual activities and desires weren’t connected to any other emotion.

Calming my body down, I went to use the bathroom and do my morning necessities before Jagger woke up again. I heard the shower come on in the master bathroom, and for a second, I was tempted to go listen at the door and see if he was jerking off, like he’d said he was going to do. That was creepy, and I clearly needed slapped.

By the time he walked into the kitchen, I had made coffee and put some frozen waffles in the toaster. I looked up from my phone, where I had been sending Bowie a text. Kye’s hair was damp, and the shirt he was wearing hugged his chest.

He grinned at me. “Stop pouting, Baby Doll,” he said, walking over to stand in front of me. “You didn’t do anything wrong. We’re friends. Your juicy little ass was there, and I enjoyed it for a minute. I’m sorry if I made you mad.”

I scowled up at him. “What does juicy mean? Are you saying my butt is fat?”

He ran his hand through my hair and let it fall from between his fingers as he gazed down at me. “I’m saying it has just the perfect amount of bounce to it. If we weren’t best friends, I’d show you exactly what I like to do to juicy little asses like yours.” Then, he winked and walked over to get a cup out of the cabinet.

I stood there for a moment, trying not to let my thoughts go to what it was he would show me. I’d heard the comments before about leather belts. My nipples got tight again, and I turned away before he could see them.

“You told Bowie about your change of plans yet?” he asked.

My waffles popped up from the toaster, and I went to get a plate to put them on. “No. I figured I’d talk to him on the phone later and explain.”

I took the waffles out and started to turn around when Kye came up behind me.

“You got waffles?” he asked, so close that his chest brushed against my back.

I held up my plate. “Take them. I’ll make more.”

He reached for the plate. “You’re my favorite girl,” he said.

“I know; I know,” I replied as I got more waffles out of the freezer.

I took the maple syrup out of the cabinet and slid it across the counter to him.

“Only thing that would make this better is chocolate chips,” he said, catching the syrup.

I pushed the lever on the toaster down, then went over to the pantry and took out the bag of chocolate chips. When I put it in front of him, he grabbed them, grinning like a little boy.

“Ah! Thank you.”

I was waiting on my waffles to finish when I heard Jagger cry out.

Kye started to stand up, but I stopped him.

“You finish eating. Then, we will switch.”

He nodded and sat back down. “Good plan.”

I went into the room. Jagger wasn’t exactly angry. He was just trying to get attention. When he saw me, he stopped fussing and stared up at me with those Kye-like eyes of his.

“Hey, buddy,” I said as I scooped him up. “Good morning.”

His little hand wrapped around my finger as I pulled the blanket around him. I kissed the top of his head, then turned to take him to the kitchen. He made little grunting noises, and I smiled at him.

“I see you. Are you trying to tell me something?”

He kicked and seemed excited as he listened to me. The attachment I already felt to this little guy was going to break me when he was gone. Even if I knew he would have a family to love him, it would be brutal. I could already feel the future heartbreak.

“He doesn’t sound hungry,” Kye said when I walked back into the kitchen with Jagger.

“No, he’s just awake and curious,” I replied, wiggling my finger as he held on tightly, watching me.

“He’s full from all the eating he did last night,” Kye said, standing up after putting the last bite of waffle into his mouth. He walked over to me and reached out for him. “I got him. You eat,” he said.

Kye was already looking like a pro at holding a baby. He wasn’t nervous, like he’d been when he walked into the house yesterday evening. We’d been through a lot already with Jagger. It was a crash course for both of us.

“You, little man, are lucky you got my charm. We get to stay here with Baby Doll. She doesn’t want us to leave,” Kye said to him, then lifted his eyes to me, grinning.

I grabbed my plate of waffles and went to sit where Kye had been. “I hate to break it to you, but he is more irresistible than you,” I told Kye.

Kye nodded. “Yeah, I guess he is. I’m not complaining. It worked on you.”

I took a bite and grinned at the sight they made. Any woman would have offered to help them. Most would have begged to help. There were those who would have probably paid him to let them help. Truth was, I might actually be the lucky one. Until the day Jagger left. Then, I’d be the devastated one.