Adam came downstairs, smelling a little bit like roses but feeling about a million times better. Hell, if rose soap was what it took to feel good again, he’d take a bath in it every day.

Just taking a shower, knowing that Kylie was downstairs, making him dinner, no stress of places to go or other people to take care of…it was heaven on earth.

After his mom’s frustrated reminder to kick his ass in gear and make some phone calls a couple of weeks ago, he’d actually carved some time out (okay, okay, he made the calls while driving between appointments) to get his mom taken care of. The CNA had started showing up last week – it was the younger sister to Moose Garrett, actually. Zara was just a kid and originally, the idea of hiring a 16 year old to take care of his mom had seemed like a shitastic idea. What could a teenage girl possibly know about how to take care of an elderly woman?

But Zara and his mom hit it off almost instantly, which had been a huge load off his mind. He’d been able to breathe a huge sigh of relief – his mom was now taken care of.

…Except, if he was going to be honest with himself, she really wasn’t. She was still by herself pretty much 75% of the time, and cooking most of her own meals, and doing light household chores and even some heavy duty ones when she thought she could get away with it.

A CNA was only part of the solution, as much as he hated to admit it, no matter how much Zara and Mom liked each other.

“What’s wrong?” Kylie asked softly, jerking him out of his thoughts. He looked around the living room, dazed. When had he sat down on the couch?

“Wrong?” he echoed.

“Yeah. You just let out a huge sigh, like the weight of the world is on your shoulders.”

“That’s because it is,” he sniped back instantly. It had slipped out of him – cutting and mean and snarly – and he let out another groan. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be so…negative. I’m just tired today.” And every day…But he managed to keep that one to himself by sheer willpower.

She was standing in front of him, his head about even with her chest, and with a mumble about too much stress for one soul to bear, she pulled him forward, cuddling his head against her tits as she rubbed his back and shoulders.

Well, today just got a whole lot more interesting.

She was talking about taking time off work and not booking so many clients and…something something something, but his hearing shut off as he turned his head to nuzzle against her chest. “I know what I want for dinner,” he growled, cutting off some piece of advice that he was just sure was accurate, but he really didn’t care at the moment.

She let out a delicious giggle. “I worked really hard on this dinner,” she protested, even as she let out a happy sigh as he began working her shirt upwards, revealing her rounded belly to his mouth and hands. “We can’t let it…let it get cold.” She was breathless by the time she finished her sentence.

“I’m sure it’ll taste really amazing…later.” He pulled her down on top of his lap so he could get better access to all of her fun parts, her crotch rubbing against his fast-awakening dick as she settled down into place.

“Oh, hello,” she growled, her eyes lighting up as she began wiggling her ass back and forth intentionally. “What do we have here…”

He let out a shout of laughter as he yanked her shirt out of the way. “Some fun things to play with,” he told her, reaching behind her and unsnapping her bra, flipping it across the room. “My oh my,” he said softly, taking in her breasts. He reached up and cupped one and then the other, the heavy weight of them sending a shiver of desire through him. “You have no idea how horny I am right now,” he growled, and then leaned forward, wrapping his lips around a large pink nipple, just as oversized as the rest of her tits were. There were some definite perks to pregnancy…

“Oh, I think I do,” she said with a breathy laugh. “It’s been months for me, too.”

He looked up at her through his eyelashes, desire shooting through him like sparklers on the 4th of July. “Darlin’, it’s been years for me. I don’t want to hear any whining out of you.”

She threw her head back and laughed. “But, but, but,” she protested, “I have pregnancy hormones running through my veins, and those make you even hornier than usual. I’m pretty sure I’ve out-hornied you.”

It was Adam’s turn to let out a belly laugh. “‘Hornied’? Dare I say that your creativity is quite impressive? I know that for me, it’s hard to think when…” He stuttered to a stop when Kylie deliberately turned and rubbed her generous boobs across his face.

“Ah…ah…ah…” But he couldn’t manage to get anything else out because he’d completely forgotten what they’d been talking about anyway. There was nothing but gorgeous, full tits to suckle on and a rounded belly to run his hands over. Nothing else existed in the world.

All of the humor drained out of Kylie, too, and she began pulling at his shirt, fumbling at the small buttons marching up the front, letting out a curse that a sailor would be proud of as she lost the battle and simply ripped at it instead, buttons popping everywhere like popcorn in a microwave. Adam wanted to laugh but he also wanted her so badly, he wasn’t sure if he was still breathing.

Yeah, laughing was totally out of the question.

She shoved the sleeves down his arms and he fought to get it off him like a wild octopus flailing around, arms going everywhere. With a final pop of the remaining buttons, the shirt slid off his arms and was instantly forgotten. Kylie leaned down and began hungrily nipping at his chest and abs. “Do you know…” she panted, “do you have any idea how sexy you are?”

He flung his head back with a body-shaking groan. “Nooo…” he sighed. “I…”

What were they talking about? He couldn’t remember. She was frantically unbuttoning his jeans and he realized that he’d be much faster at this project than she was, so he plucked her up and sat her off to the side, shucking his jeans and boxer-briefs in one quick, economical movement, and then he pulled Kylie across his lap, the desire so strong at this point, he thought he might pass out.

Through the film of desire that’d descended over his eyes, he could see that Kylie had taken her yoga pants and underwear off at some point, leaving her naked under his hungry gaze.

“Yes,” he growled, and with one swift movement, he picked her up and set her down on his dick, the warmth and liquid and pressure around him almost his undoing. He panted, trying to push down the heat licking through his veins long enough to give Kylie some sort of pleasure out of the experience, but she was moaning and bouncing up and down on his lap, shouts of lust spilling out of her, and then his seed was spilling out of him as he went rigid and the whole world went dark and he couldn’t see or think or breathe or hear but could only feel.

His orgasm lasted so long, a small part of his brain began to worry that it might never stop and he would literally die of pleasure, but finally, ever so slowly, his body began to relax back into the couch and he managed to pull his eyelids apart to look down at Kylie. She’d collapsed against him, nuzzled up against his chest and neck, groaning.

“Are you…” He coughed, trying to clear his throat and make it work. “Are you okay?” he finally got out.

She sat back with a dreamy smile. “Ohhh yeaaahhh…” she said, and laughed. “That was…is sex always like that with you?”

He let out a pained groan. “To be honest with you, it’s been so long since I’ve had sex, I can’t remember.” He gave her a lopsided grin as he sank further down into the couch. “I tried one time after my wife died – some chick I picked up in a bar in Franklin. It was so awkward and just flat-out weird that I never tried again.”

“Weird? Like the girl had a tongue piercing and it felt weird when she was sucking you off?”

Adam let out a little laugh at that. He wasn’t used to bluntly discussing sex with another person. It was refreshing. Definitely out of his comfort zone, but refreshing. “No, no tongue piercing. It was just weird because it wasn’t my wife, you know? She liked different things, and I didn’t know what they were and I felt like I was auditioning for a part, and if I pleased her enough, she’d acquiesce to letting me have sex with her again. It was just…weird.”

“It sounds like the chemistry was all wrong,” Kylie said seriously, her green eyes trained on him. “‘Cause, well, I’m not your wife either. I hope you didn’t feel that way just now.”

His eyes grew wide with surprise. “Oh hell no!” he exclaimed. “This was…” He gestured between them. “This was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I don’t mean to compare you to Wendy because it isn’t fair to either of you, but I will say that from what I remember of sex with my wife, what you and I just did was incredibly different.”

He couldn’t believe it, but he felt a blush steal up his cheeks like a little boy confessing his sins as he said, “I…uhh…I usually last longer than that. Just so you know. I think it’ll take a while to get my friend here back into shape. When you’ve been starved for attention for as long as I have, it’s easy to go off a little on the early side.” He stumbled to a stop. He felt like a randy 14-year-old boy, trying to explain away premature ejaculation to a disappointed girlfriend.

Kylie threw her head back and laughed. “You’ll notice that I wasn’t complaining,” she said when she finally got her laughter under control. “It’s been way too long for me, too, and…I was raring to go, I think it’s fair to say.” She flashed him a naughty grin. “And, just so we’re all on the same page, I’ll be ready to go again soon. Real soon.”

She climbed off his lap and looked down at her body with another naughty grin. “That’s the most fun I’ve had getting sweaty in a very long time. Let me go clean up. I’ll be right back.”

She headed up the stairs, muttering something about hair as she went, and Adam headed to the kitchen sink to wash up there. Afterwards, he slipped his jeans back on but when he attempted to put on his shirt, he quickly realized that he was missing more than a few buttons. He held the shirt up with a chuckle.

He had exactly one button left on the whole thing – the top one, which hadn’t been fastened when Kylie went apeshit on it.

“What are you laughing about?” Kylie asked, coming back down the stairs.

“Remind me not to get between you and sex. Ever,” Adam said dryly, pulling his shirt on to model the problem for her. She looked at the open front and sent him another naughty grin.

“Huh. I have to say I rather like this,” she said, coming to a stop in front of him and sliding her hands up his abs. “Easy access, easy on the eyes…can’t say I’m complaining.” Her light green eyes flashed desire and sex up at him and he sucked in another breath at the sight.

“You…you weren’t kidding about being ready to go again, were you?” he asked, running his hands through her thick blonde hair, straightening out the tangles.

“Not at all.” She bit her lower lip as she looked up at him through her fan of eyelashes. “Anytime, anywhere,” she breathed, and leaned forward to nip at his nipples. She sent him a saucy wink and then headed into the kitchen. “Let’s dish this up, huh?” she called out, normal and boring and totally non-sexy.

“Bu…uh…urgh…” Adam wavered a bit on his feet. What had just happened here? Going one direction, and then another…How could she put her hands all over him like that and then act like everything was normal?

He shook his head as he headed into the kitchen after her. Women. It’s a damn good thing they were so amazing and sexy, because they also happened to be confusing as shit.

Living through a relationship with Kylie would be hell on earth…and worth every minute of it.