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The front of her silky little nightshirt bubbles out at the front. Her giant tits are popping out the top. At least she wears a shirt. That cannot be said for the two guys she's shacked up with.
My hands fall to the area she's been complaining about for weeks. I gently dig my thumbs into the ligaments and knots in her lower back and hip. "You'll be a great mom. Do you know why?"
McKinley moans as I dig my fingers in, not deep just effectively. That sound coming out ofher mouthsends a jolt directly to my cock.
"Shitty parents don't worry about if they're doing a good job. The fact you're worried and questioning your ability to parent is normal. You had shit parents so, you know. Remember how they did things and do the opposite." I shrug. "Now you have a game plan."
"Aww, Riggsy, did you just give me a motivational speech?" McKinley grins, looking up at me from where she rests against my chest. "Thank you."
I'm going to have to kill Lyric Sinclair for that awful nickname.
Don't mind it so much on McKinley's lips, though.
I nod.
A thrill runs through my entire body. Looking down at her, it's not hard to wonder why. It takes a considerable amount of effort not to pull her mouth to mine. Especially when she tilts her head, blinking up at me from under her lashes.
"You were in the military?" she asks, swallowing thickly.
"Yup, I've been all over the world."
"Will you tell me about it? Your favorite places. Foods like flake, those things you can only find in certain countries." She leans back into my chest.
She's finally settled down and no longer crying or panicking. I don't care much for talking about myself, but I guess I can manage it for her.
Starting from when I was a boy and my dad was stationed in Japan, I talk. It's not long before she's napping on my chest.
The carpet is plush but it doesn't make my ass ache any less. I don't move, though. For the first time in a long damn time, I'm completely content.
Chapter Nine
Baby Love McKinley
"Iknow I had a hand in doubling the number of guys you're forced to live with," Kitten says with a sheepish grin. "But how would you feel about adding one more to the mix?"
She's sitting next to me on the couch. I glance over at her in shock.
"What?" I miss my mouth with the hand full of popcorn and it falls all over my lap. "Two is plenty of security for just me."
"No," she says, plucking up some of the dropped popcorn and tossing it into her mouth. "My brother…" She pauses and hums. "He's been going through it recently and has been staying in a hotel. He just seems really lonely."
"Marcus?" I ask, frowning. "I thought we weren't big fans of him."
Marcus Gaffney is Kitten’s brother. He's also kind of an asshole of epic proportions. He spent years tormenting her and Saint, if it was me I wouldn't be around himever. Let alone consider building a relationship.
I'm a firm believer that there's some shit you can't come back from.
Kitten grimaces. "He made some mistakes, but he's completely alone right now and he's a musician. He needs to bearound other people. Creative people are a bonus, maybe that way he won't sit around wallowing in his misery." She sighs. "You can absolutely say no. I wasn't trying to guilt you but it sure did sound that way, didn't it?"
"Of course not," I say, waving a hand through the air. "This place is huge. There's plenty of room. By the way, Issac said Jamen wouldn't even discuss letting us pay rent." I shoot her a 'what the fuck' look.
Jamen Jacobs owns Ruined Records, the label the guys signed with when we came to Florida. Their old contract was over, but they were wrapped up in legalities until their holding period expired.
Jamen signed them, and from what I understand he bought out the holding period, too. It's been a huge blessing. Jamen used to be an artist himself, so he treats his people well.
Unfortunately, that's not always the case in the industry. He also happens to be Rook Jacobs' father, and Lyric and Rook are all but bonded at this point.
Kitten shrugs, glancing away. When she looks back she's got about the most unconvincing look of innocence on her face. I snort. She's really bad at subterfuge. The slow blinking does nothing to convince me of her case.
