Page 69 of Double the Redemption

He bit his lip to keep from laughing. “Baby, I’m not going anywhere, and there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You can have every part of you out as much as you want. In fact, I encourage it. You’re hot and⁠—”

“Oh my God, shut up! It’s worse when you’re trying to make me feel better. Go make breakfast while I try to keep from melting into a puddle on the floor.”

He didn’t bother to hold back his laughter this time. “Okay, baby, I’ll go. But just so you know, I’m going to picture you in this outfit all day, and when I get back, I’m going to want to see you in it again. Maybe even peel it off you too.”

Another thump and a groan. “Go away, Ink. Savage is going to start charging me money for the length of all the cold showers I’m going to have to take.”

“Nah, he’s used to it. He’s had plenty in his time. You cool down, baby, but telling me you’re going to be naked in the shower without me isn’t about to help me out.” He adjusted himself, wincing. Yeah, it was going to be a long day.

And maybe he was putting it on a little thick with her, but hell, what did she expect? She kissed the hell out of him last night, so he wasn’t about to let her back track now.

After another groan from here, he made his way back to the kitchen, checking on Asher’s progress. “Nice job, kiddo. Are you making that picture for your mama?”

“No. ’ren.”

Ink smirked. Someone had a little crush. Wait until he told Rogue. That would really send him over the edge. Then the news about Scarlett’s pregnancy popped back into his mind. Yeah, maybe not. He was liable to get sucker-punched in the nose for the next little bit.

“I bet she’ll love it. Are you going to make one for Win too?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now, are you going to eat first before you finish?”

“Do ’oth.”

He wanted to say no, worried he might choke, but if anyone could do it, it was this kid. After cutting everything into small pieces, he put the plate beside him. Asher narrowed his eyes as if inspecting it, then picked up his fork to take a bite before going back to his artwork.

Who knew a two-year-old could be so particular?

Ink made a plate for Naomi and one for himself. He vaguely heard the shower still running, so he put it in the oven to keep it warm while waiting for her to get past her embarrassment and come out.

A thought hit him. Was she hiding out in there because she didn’t have any other clothes? His heart jumped and his cock thickened. Damn, would she come out again in those skimpy pajamas or just a towel? He wouldn’t get his hopes up that she’d come out in nothing at all.

When the door opened, she was wrapped in a large fluffy towel, her hair piled atop her head, small damp curls clinging to the sides of her face. A face that never turned toward him as she rushed down the hall and slammed the door shut.

He looked up at the ceiling. This had to be divine punishment for all the shit he’d given the other guys over the years.

Attention back on Asher, he realized he’d eaten almost all his food, still drawing, but on a new sheet of paper. Time to focus on something else before he embarrassed himself completely.

“Can I see?” he asked, and sat beside the focused toddler. Asher nodded absently. Carefully, Ink slid the finished paper forward and smiled. The drawing wasn’t a Picasso, but Asher had put a lot of time into getting his shapes just right and coloring perfectly in the lines. It looked like a girl holding a little boy’s hand. He smiled.

Definitely going to rub this in Rogue’s face. He would make sure to do it from afar.

“Nice job, Asher. You going to do one like that for Win?”

A quick nod.

“Alright, I’ll leave you to it and check on your mama.” He got to his feet and headed down the hall. Knowing he was pushing his luck this time, he didn’t care.

Tapping softly on the door, he called, “You hiding out on me?”

A soft, horrified gasp came from the other side. “N-no. I’m still getting dressed. Go away, Ink. I’m embarrassed enough.”

“Why? Do you really think I’m not going to enjoy seeing you in skimpy pajamas? Or in a towel? I was waiting for it to slip just a bit so I could get a nice view of your⁠—”

“Oh my God, shut up!” Naomi hissed, and yanked open the door. His brain scrambled to process what he was seeing. She stood there in nothing but a white lacy bra and a pair of skimpy white lace panties that cut high over her hip and barely covered the parts he was aching to touch. And taste. And have wrapped around his cock …

“Are you trying to kill me slowly, babe?” he rasped, gripping the doorframe to keep from caressing all that smooth, silky skin. “Because you’re doing a damn good job of it right now.”