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it past her lips, driving it into her lungs.
    My Baby Girl tasted so fine, so sweet, smooth and buttery, cream and honey. So fuckin’ good . I fuckin’ ate her face, trying to let her know that the pull between us wasn’t dead in me.
    “I fuckin’ love you, Kenna,” I harshly told her, pressing my forehead to hers. “I fuckin’ love you so much that I can’t even…the second the doctor gives us the okay, I’m fuckin’ tearin’ you up, I promise. But until then, you have to just fuckin’ suck it up and wait with me.”
    Whatever she wanted, if I could give it, it would be hers. It was killing me, denying what was between us, but what she needed right now was my protection.
    Even if I was protecting her from herself.

    So, I went home. I whacked off. I worked out. I showered and whacked off again, thinking about how awesome her hand had felt on me.
    Then, I jumped in the truck and drove my ass to the studio. Working with the Space Monkeys, I stayed away from my Baby Girl all fuckin’ day, not coming home until after dinner.
    I found her in the backyard, sitting in lotus pose, serene and quiet. I was itching something fierce just to talk to her. I knew she’d understand if she could hear my words, my voice.
    My voice was her most favorite thing in the world. She’d listened to it every day for the last eight years, letting it soothe her when she needed it, getting her amped up, making her feel sexy. How it did all that, I wasn’t too sure. I knew chicks dug the deep voice, but it was more than that for her.
    Kenna stretched her hand out, palm up, and I took it. How she knew I was there when she couldn’t hear me…I guessed it wasn’t so weird. When she was scared or hurting or happy or whatever, I could feel it.
    I always felt her.
    A tickle above my heart that sent shit to my head made me hear tunes and notes that inspired music. She was happy when I heard violins or an acoustic guitar strum. Sadness sounded like piano. Maybe that was why I didn’t like playing one so much. Anger was furious drumming and screaming electrics. Depressed or fuckin’ orgasmic, it all just played in my head and let me know where she was in hers.
    “I love you,” I whispered. It filled my chest and eyes and mind.
    Moonlight illuminated her profile, showing me her calm, cool surface. Eyes closed, her features were still.
    “I love you, too,” she whispered back.
    And I knew she hadn’t heard a fuckin’ word.

Phil
    “Sheri and the girls are gonna take Kenna out for a ladies’ night,” Jason informed me. “They think she needs to be rereleased into the wild or some shit.”
    “What?” I asked, looking up from the writing book Kenna had given me for Christmas.
    “They’re takin’ her out for sushi and then to a show. Sheri said that she might not be able to hear the music, but when it’s loud enough, she could feel it. Plus, she has a thing for dudes on stage. Thinks they’re sexy fuckers. Or maybe they’re takin’ her to a strip club? Either way, sexy dudes on stage and loud thumpin’ music.”
    Glaring up at his smirking face, I had the urge to put another kink in his nose.
    “Oh, good, you haven’t lost it for her then.”
    “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
    Jason shrugged and dropped his ass on the edge of my desk.
    Douche.
    “Only that Alys told Sheri who told me that you hardly bother with Kenna anymore. You leave her before she wakes up in the mornin’, and you don’t show up until maybe dinner. Then, after that, you go work out and don’t show up until she’s asleep, sneakin’ into her room like a thief in the—”
    “ Seriously ?”
    “Uh, yeah, man. You have been exhibitin’ the signs of a grumpy-ass motherfucker, the kind that only comes from the unlaid.”
    “What the fuck , man?” I exploded, chucking my pen at his head.
    A spark of satisfaction bloomed in my chest as it bounced off in between his eyes, and he rubbed the spot with his fingers.
    “Ow! Shit!”
    “She was