Absentminded Angel(Divine Creek Ranch 20)(43)
“I want that,” she whispered to herself, and to Whit, in the dark. “I want that for you, too, sugar bear.” She stroked his cheek and smiled when he patted her breast. After a few minutes, she shifted the pillows and then turned him to nurse the other side. Once he was settled, she rested her head back against the cushiony headrest of the recliner and let her thoughts drift as she stared into the fire.
* * * *
Movement on the bed made Kendry stir and turn to his back. The first thing he noticed was the cool space on the bed between him and Jared. Presley Ann should be there. He glanced toward the bathroom and then noticed that someone had added more wood to the fire he’d started in the fireplace earlier.
A rough hand on his shoulder drew his attention, and when his brother’s face came into focus he noticed his sappy smile. Jared pointed at the recliner in the corner where Presley Ann was curled up with the baby. She must’ve wrapped a blanket around herself before climbing into the deeply padded recliner to nurse the baby and had fallen asleep. Her blonde hair was spread out all around her, and the edges of the blanket had fallen away from her as she slept. Now she lay there with her knees drawn up, pillows wedged in all around her, and Whit cuddled up to her chest with his little cheek smooshed against one of her breasts. The bed shook slightly and Kendry smiled as he made out Jared’s soft laughter.
“I wish I had my camera,” Kendry said, “I want to remember her like this forever.”
“Him, too. Lucky little dude,” Jared whispered. “But she’d probably kill you if you did. It would embarrass her because she wouldn’t get why we like her like this.”
“Should we leave her that way?” Kendry asked. “She’ll wake up with a stiff neck if she stays like that.”
Jared climbed silently from the bed, slipped his flannel pajama bottoms on, and whispered, “I’ll take care of Whit. You carry her back to bed.”
With gentle care, Jared bent over her and kissed her crown as he slowly lifted Whit from her chest. She shuddered and stirred and looked up at them sleepily, and then smiled. The baby fussed for a few seconds before Jared turned him and got him settled against his bare chest and he fell right back to sleep again.
Presley Ann and Kendry watched as Jared stood in front of the baby seat, contemplating his next move. He looked at them, shrugged, and then carried Whit over to the other side of the bed and lay back down with the baby curled up on his chest. The baby never made a sound.
She made a sweet purring sound as he wrapped his arms around her nude body and lifted her from the recliner. After placing her in the bed, she turned to her right side and cuddled close to Jared so she could pat the baby’s bottom and Kendry spooned up behind her.
She looked back at him, questions in her eyes, and he kissed her shoulder and laid his head back down. He didn’t mind that she immediately scooted close to his brother, and the only way to prove that was to show her how easily she fit between them. His cock tingled briefly as he imagined her between them in a much more carnal setting but he harnessed his thoughts. He didn’t want her to think he was a horndog and she’d had enough for one night.
* * * *
Sensing morning’s approach, Presley Ann stirred and rose from the bed, engorged once again and in need of feeding Whit. She pulled on the comfy yoga pants and long-sleeved T-shirt that she’d packed to wear that morning, pulled her hair back in a ponytail, and then put on her red sling. She smiled as she eased her sleeping boy off of Jared’s chest, where he was sprawled.
He’d peeped earlier in his sleep and she’d known it was a matter of time before he started fussing so she acted preemptively to allow the guys to sleep since according to the bedside clock it was five. She got his diaper changed as quickly as possible and then put him in the sling.
While Whit nursed, she went to the kitchen in search of tea, which Jared had told her was in the cabinet with the coffee. She really wanted coffee, especially on a crisp morning like this one, but Whit didn’t need the caffeine so she was contenting herself with whatever decaffeinated tea she could find. In this case it was chamomile. While her tea steeped she started a pot of coffee for the men. If she couldn’t drink it, at least she could enjoy the scent as it brewed.
Sipping her steaming tea, she peered out the windows at the back of the house. The river, dark grayish-green and muddy from a recent rain, rushed by beyond the treed yard. Grabbing his heavy blanket and a towel from a stack on the nearby washing machine, she took her tea and her little man out onto the wooden back deck to enjoy the cool morning air.
Adirondack chairs were lined up randomly on one end of the deep deck, and she took a seat in one. Whit yawned widely, made what amounted to a yummy-sound, and then went back to his breakfast. She cooed to him and brushed at his wisps of black hair as the soft breeze waved them to and fro.