Unbreak My Heart (Unbreak My Heart #1)(26)

“Poor baby. You need some relief?” She walked to the doorway and called down to Sage. “How’s it going, sis?”

“Watching cartoons!” Sage yelled from downstairs.

“Okay, we’ll be down in a minute,” Kate yelled back before closing the door to my room quietly and locking it.

“What are we doing?” I asked, knowing whatever we were doing was an extremely bad idea.

“You’re not doing anything,” she said, reaching for my belt. “You’re just going to stand there.”

She dropped to her knees then, and as much as my conscience was telling me to walk the f*ck out of that room, the rest of me was saying that if I stopped her, I was going to break down in tears.

She had my belt and the buttons to my trousers undone in seconds and pulled my boxers down until they were tucked under my balls at the tops of my thighs.

“My exceptionally forgiving gag reflex is on the fritz,” she warned before sticking out her tongue to swipe at the head of my cock. “You’ll just have to take what I can give you.”

I didn’t know why her words were so hot, but I didn’t really care, either, because she was sucking me into her mouth and using one of her hands to slide along with her lips, and I swore it was one of the best blow jobs I’d ever had even though she didn’t take me in very deep.

The way she slid her hand off my thigh and rolled my balls in her palm made my eyesight grow hazy. She was totally focused, her eyes closed and her breath puffing out of her nose against my pelvis in short pants. It didn’t take long before I was pulling at her hair, eventually pulling her mouth completely off me.

She didn’t swallow, but she did pull her tank top down so I could come all over her breasts and neck like I was f*cking marking her or something.

When she was done, she walked toward the bathroom and I moved for the door, tucking myself back into my pants. When I looked over the railing at the top of the stairs, Gunner was still in his playpen and the older kids were still sitting quietly watching cartoons.

I’d just gotten back into my room when she came out of the bathroom, her neck and chest once again clean and covered, and her lips rosy and swollen.

Keller bursting into the room hadn’t pulled me out of the fog I was in. Neither had the changes pregnancy had made to her body. I hadn’t stopped when I’d realized the taste of her body had changed or when she’d gone onto her knees. But for some reason, the words that came out of her mouth as she met me in the middle of the room were like a bucket of cold water shocking me into the present.

“I’m going to go down and finish dinner,” she said with a small smile.

It was way too f*cking domestic. Glad I got you off, honey. Now I need to go back to feed the kids.

“This shouldn’t have happened,” I replied, erasing that smile. “What the f*ck were we thinking?”

“Oh. Wow. Okay.” She barked out a quiet derisive laugh and shook her head once. “You’re totally right. Won’t happen again,” she assured me with a small salute.

“This isn’t your house,” I stubbornly continued on, the pain in my chest and the guilt in my belly feeling like they were going to burn their way out. “I’m not your husband.”

“No, really?”

“I’m not going to play house with you, Kate.”

“I didn’t realize that’s what we were doing.”

“I’m grateful, so f*cking grateful, that you take care of the kids the way you do. I know you do it because you love them, and they love you just as much.”

She was silent as I tried to gather my thoughts, but there were so many tumbling around in my head that I couldn’t make myself say what I wanted to, and everything that was coming out sounded bitter and condescending.

“You and me are never going to happen, Kate. Okay? I’m not sure what you’re thinking, if you thought we’d just be one big happy family or something, but we won’t. You’re not Rachel. You’re just not, and you’re nice, but I don’t feel that way about you.”

She nodded, looking over my shoulder, and I watched her swallow hard before turning away from me.

“You’re not going to say anything?” I asked as she reached the doorway.

“I think it’s already been said, don’t you?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. “I’m not chasing you, Shane. Whatever it is you’re seeing isn’t there. You asked me to come in here. You kissed me. You got me off, so I returned the favor. I didn’t initiate any of that.”

“You’re right. My mistake,” I ground out.

“You don’t think of me that way, but you have no problem sticking your fingers in any hole you can reach, right?” She shook her head and sighed. “I don’t need this shit. Don’t touch me again.”

I hopped in the shower as soon as I heard her walking down the stairs and grit my teeth as I washed my still painfully swollen erection. I’d just gotten some of the best head in my life, and I was still hard. When I finally got my body under control, I slipped into some shorts and an old T-shirt and headed downstairs just as the front door closed softly.

“Where’s your auntie?” I asked Sage as I picked Gunner up.

“She left. She said to tell you the biscuits are on top of the stove and the stew is ready in the Crock-Pot,” she replied, walking past me toward the kitchen.