Page 38 of Stowaway Whirlwind
I want to ask him if he’s sure, but in truth, I don’t want to give him the option of backing out if he’s too tired and having second thoughts. I bounce out of bed without a word and rifle through the laundry hamper in search of a clean towel.
“Damn, baby,” he groans.
Thankfully, I find one lone towel at the bottom of the hamper and straighten to find Davis biting his fist. His hooded eyes dartup to my face, then back down again to my…oh shit. I hadn’t pulled my shirt down yet after feeding Lily, so my girls are swinging free, one red from where I was rubbing it and the other deflated like a pancake.
I cringe and yank my shirt down, covering my breasts and my plain panties, thankfully having been able to move on from the hospital-provided maternity panties that had fit more like a diaper. “Sorry.”
Davis grunts, and I rush to the bathroom, my stomach in knots when I turn on the shower and step under the warm water. I keep turning the heat up and up and up as I arch my back under the spray to direct it over my left breast and increase the pressure as I push the heel of my hand down the slope toward my nipple, but the blockage is barely budging, and it hurts like a bitch.
Feeling lightheaded from the heat and defeat, I climb out after washing my hair and giving my body a good scrub and, ridiculously, a shave. It’s the first time I’ve shaved since giving birth, and my leg hair was already long before then since I couldn’t reach everything with my pregnant belly in the way. I feel silly. Silly for being self-conscious about my body hair, especially my pubic hair, which I’ve tidied for the first time in six months.
After drying off, I barely drag a brush through my hair a handful of times before giving up and plopping it on my head, wrapped in the damp towel. It’s never going to dry this way, but it’s at the end of the short list of things I care about.
When I exit the bathroom, I’m surprised to find Davis sitting on the edge of the bed in the dark, though he’s changed out of his jeans into a pair of navy blue sweatpants. He puts a finger to his lips, then points to the crib, where Lily is once again asleep. He stands and motions for me to get into bed, and I flick off thebathroom light, then climb in when he pulls back the corner of the comforter.
Davis leans over me after tucking me in like a small child and kisses my forehead unexpectedly. It’s such a sweet thing to do. He leaves the room without saying a word, which makes my heart stupidly sink, but he returns with two bottled waters and a couple of peanut butter granola bars from the pantry. He waits expectantly as I chew one of the bars and chug half of a water bottle, then places everything on the nightstand within reach.
“Yell for me if you need anything,” he whispers before straightening.
Impulsively, I reach for him and grip his wrist. I feel exposed and intensely vulnerable when I whisper, “Stay. Just for tonight. Please.”
He pauses. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Though I’m not sure it’s a good idea either, I’m greedy for more of his affection. Just one night won’t hurt, and then he can start sleeping in his own bed. “Please?”
I smile to myself when he gets in bed on the other side next to me. Besides not feeling so alone, an added bonus is that, hopefully, he’ll be up for helping out when Lily wakes up again, and I’ll get a few more hours of blessed sleep. He doesn’t touch me, though my body foolishly yearns for it, but it’ll have to be enough just to have him close instead of being separated by a bunch of walls and doors, amplifying my loneliness.
Already half asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, I peek through slitted eyes when there’s a flash of light to find Davis looking at his cell phone. He darkens the screen, drops the phone on the nightstand, pulls the comforter down, and starts dragging my T-shirt up my torso.
Though I don’t try to stop him, I mumble, “What are you doing?”
Davis props himself up on an elbow, leaning over me. “I did some googling.”
My breath stutters when he works my shirt up to my neck, and I arch my back slightly, pushing toward him, anticipation thrumming in my veins. “You and your googling,” I tease.
“Mmhmm.” He caresses my affected breast with the tips of his fingers.
“And what did Google say?” I squeeze my thighs together, releasing a breathy moan. I wonder if he can tell how fast my heart is beating.
“Nursing helps.”
“I already tried that.”
“Might work if I do it. Stronger suction.” I can’t see his face in the dark with the nightlight behind his hovering form, completely shadowing his expression. Can’t see if his eyes are hot with desire like I imagine they are, judging by his husky voice.
“You want to…” I don’t need to finish my sentence because Davis dips his head and licks my nipple. “Oh, that’s…that’s…” I’m tongue-tied, my belly fluttering wildly at how different it feels to have Davis latch onto my nipple and work his tongue along the underside of my breast than when I’m nursing.
I suck in a sharp, pained breath as he intensifies the suction, then again when he presses the heel of his palm to the top of my breast and drags it down like he saw me do earlier. I squirm, and my belly caves in when he starts breathing hard through his nose the longer he tries to nurse the blockage out of my breast.
He yanks his head back and makes an audible gulping sound. “Fuck, baby. I had no idea your milk would taste this good.”
Oh, Jesus, that shouldn’t get me so hot and bothered. He latches onto my breast again, and I bite back a whimper whenhe presses his pelvis against my thigh, his dick a solid rod in his sweatpants.
Davis
I wish Goldie had left the bathroom light on so I could see her every expression when she slips her fingers into my hair and arches her back when I pull and pull and pull on her tit until her breast milk, which had been a trickle, releases and floods my mouth, sliding down my throat as I gulp it down to keep from choking.
“Davis, oh god, yes.” Whether she knows it or not, she’s pulled me further on top of her and spread her legs. I pull a knee up to drape it over her leg so I can hump her thigh in earnest, wishing I had taken my sweatpants off so I could feel her silky skin.
