Unbreak My Heart (Unbreak My Heart #1)(67)

“I’ll prove it to you,” I said resolutely.

Her eyes slowly opened, and I caught a glimpse of the Katie I’d used to know before her eyes once again took on the haunted look she’d had since Iris was born.

“Please do,” she whispered back softly, her hand lifting to rest on my ribs. “I don’t know what I’ll do if you don’t.”

Both of us were breathing raggedly as I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers, tentatively sliding my tongue between her parted lips.

It was the first time I’d really kissed her in over six months, and within seconds I was hard as a rock. My mind knew that we would go no farther, but the rest of my body seemed to chant Kate, Kate, Kate as she slowly slid her hand up my chest and wrapped her fingers around the front of my throat. I wasn’t sure why she did it, but the movement both turned me on and oddly centered me.

I finally pulled away as Iris began to fuss in her bed, and I immediately felt guilty for keeping Kate awake when she should have been sleeping. “I’ll get her,” I said, leaning back down to suck Kate’s lip into my mouth one more time before crawling off the bed.

When I reached Iris, I couldn’t help but glance back at Kate.

She was lying on her side again, a small sleepy smile on her face while she waited for me to bring her the baby. One half of her nursing tank top was already unsnapped and gaping at the top, and at some point while I was on top of her, the blankets had been pushed down past her hips, giving a glimpse of the flannel pajama bottoms she wore to bed and the soft belly above them.

I didn’t care if it took the rest of my life to prove to her that I wasn’t going anywhere—as long as she would let me roll over in the middle of the night and see her looking exactly the way she did then.

*



The next morning, I climbed out of bed before my alarm went off, anxious to get away from Kate.

She was killing me, and kissing her the night before had left me with an erection that would go down just enough for me to fall asleep and grow hard again as I started to dream. It was insane.

I made it into my old bedroom and stripped off my shorts in a hurry before sitting on the edge of the bed and fisting my erection.

Ah, God, I was so hard I ached.

I probably should have gone to the shower to take care of business, but I hadn’t wanted to wait long enough for the water to heat up. I’d needed to come six hours before. I couldn’t wait any longer.

I closed my eyes as I thought about the way Kate’s body had grown more curvy and round since she’d had Iris, panting as I imagined f*cking her tits like I had the first night we’d been together.

My breath caught and I held back a moan as my cock jerked.

“Shane, are you—”

I didn’t see Kate come in but my eyes snapped open as she stuttered and clicked the door closed behind her.

“Oh, shit,” she breathed, glancing down at my hand and then back up to my eyes, her face flushing.

I should have stopped. That would have been the decent thing to do after getting caught. But I couldn’t force myself to stop pulling hard on my shaft—not when she was standing there in a white tank top that hid nothing, watching. Instead, I gripped myself harder and moved my hand faster, almost instantly feeling my balls draw up as her nipples hardened beneath her shirt and her hands fisted at her sides.

I watched her lick her lips, and just like that my orgasm hit, tightening my leg and ass muscles as semen coated my hand.

If I hadn’t been watching Kate’s face, I would have missed the low noise she made and the way her eyes grew heated as she watched me move. Because as soon as I’d finished, she was fleeing back out the door and slamming it behind her.

Fuck.





Chapter 16

Kate



Time passes quickly when you’re so busy you can barely see straight, and before I knew it I had a fourth grader, a kindergartner, a four-year-old, a two-year-old, and a two-month-old.

It was exhausting in the best possible way. As Iris got a little older, I felt more and more like my old self, and I’d even started getting reacquainted via email with my old business contacts. I thanked God every day that I’d saved up during Shane’s deployment because the minute I’d gone on bed rest, I’d had to send emails to all my clients giving them the contact information for other web designers I trusted. I hadn’t been able to work in months, and though I’d been frugal, my savings were getting low.

I wasn’t sure that I was ready to go back to work yet—we were still trying to find our sea legs—but I knew that eventually we’d figure out a schedule and I’d have a little extra time on my hands.

I sang to Iris as I put her into her baby swing that I’d pulled into the kitchen, then spun on my heel to grab Gunner off the floor and dance him around the kitchen table. I was in a ridiculously good mood. I couldn’t help it.

It was Friday night, homework was done, the big kids were playing on the Wii, Gunner had taken a three-hour nap that left him almost giddy, and I was ready to make homemade pizzas for my family as the sun shone through the kitchen window.

I sang, swaying Gunner from side to side as he giggled.

I got to the chorus right as Shane walked in the door from the garage, and I couldn’t help but laugh as Gunner threw his hands straight up in the air and yelled, “Daddy!”