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Shayla—I can’t believe I’m only just now learning this angel’s name—follows me out onto the porch. When she crosses her arms in front of her, goosebumps peppering her bare arms and unknowingly creating a heavenly shelf for her breasts, it takes every bit of self-control I possess to keep my eyes above her neck…not that looking at her face is any kind of hardship.
The dark outer ring of her unusual gray eyes pairs perfectly with the freckles on her cheeks. She’s so achingly beautiful, and I know I’m staring again when she clears her throat and shifts toward the front walkway that leads to the street. She bites her bottom lip, the color of which is only a shade or two lighter than her dark pink nipples—nipples that will be forever burned into the back of my brain.
“Thank you”—my voice cracks humiliatingly again, and I clear it—“Shayla, for coming over to help. You’re a lifesaver.”
“Of course. I’m happy to help anytime. I know how hard infants are, and in your situation, I’m sure it’s even harder.” She lowers her voice and looks at me sympathetically. “I really am sorry to hear about your sister. I know it must be devastating. So, really, if you need help, I’m here, just across the street.” She says all this as she rests her hand on my forearm, making me shiver and giving me goosebumps. See? An angel.
I tense my muscles so I don’t act on my reckless impulse to pull her into my arms and never let go. I think up an excuse on the fly that will hopefully keep her coming back to help as often as possible.
”I was wondering…would you be interested in helping out regularly in the afternoon and sometimes in the evenings, too? I need help in general until I learn how to do, well, just about everything for Grayson. I’m also starting back at work on Monday when the spot opens up for him at the nursery on Silver Oaks Street, though it’s only a part-time program, so he’s out by 2 p.m. And sometimes I have to work late, especially if there’s an upcoming deadline for a large project.” I rush to add, “I’ll pay you. Just let me know how much, and I’ll be happy to pay it.” I’d pay anything to have this sweet angel in my home.
“That would actually be great since I had to quit my job at the ice cream parlor. It’s on Silver Oaks, too, so maybe you know it?”
“I know it.” I’m all too happy to ask a follow-up question to keep her on my porch and in her presence a little longer. “Why did you quit?”
“Because of the new manager. He kept trying to put me on the schedule for six days in a row until closing, which meant I didn’t get home until after Lainey was in bed, which killed me. Honestly, I think he did that, hoping it would push me to quit. As long as you don’t mind if I bring Lainey with me, then I can be here as often as you need me.”
“Of course.” What I really want to say is, Fuck yes, anything for you, and I silently thank her manager for being an asshole, even if that makes me an asshole.
“That’s perfect, then. I get out of school at 3:15, so I won’t be able to get here until 3:30 if that’s ok?”
“School? Do you go to Lone Star Community College downtown?” It’s the only campus I can think of nearby, and fifteen minutes isn’t long enough to commute across town.
“No. I’m a senior at Calhoun High School a few blocks over.” She hikes her thumb over her shoulder, pointing toward her freaking high school.
My voice comes out high-pitched when I practically shout, “You’re still in high school?” Sweet Jesus, I could really use your help again. I had no idea this young angel was that young.
It’s official: World’s Biggest Creep. I have to move. I can’t stay here if she’s even younger than I think, not when I’m having these kinds of dirty—not to mention illegal—thoughts about her.
“Yes.” She draws the word out and sets her hands on her hips, hips that I want to put my hands on, too. “But I’m eighteen if that makes a difference, and I’m a mom, so I know a few things about taking care of children, even if I am only in high school. Is that going to be a problem? I’m sure you can find someone else if it is.”
Mother of god, you heard my prayers. She’s eighteen, thank you. It still doesn’t make my filthy thoughts about her and all the things I dream about doing to her body okay since I’m ten years older and have been out of high school for more than half her life, but at least they aren’t illegal. I really would have moved if she weren’t eighteen yet…I think…probably.
“No, no problem.” I may hold it back physically, but internally, I’m letting out a massive sigh of relief, punching the air, and bouncing on my toes.
“Ok. Good.” She loses her defensive posture and looks behind her toward her house across the street, where I’m sure her daughter is sleeping. “It’s late, and I need to get back home. I don’t have my phone on me, but I can give you my number, and you can text me so I have yours. Should I plan on coming over here after school tomorrow?”
“Yes, that would be great.” I run inside to grab my phone and readjust my dick that just will not deflate, then save her number when I rejoin her on the porch.
“Um, this might be kind of awkward, but…I have a good stash of frozen milk at home. I can bring some over tomorrow morning before school, along with some of Lainey’s bottles that she’s grown out of. They’re good for breastfed babies transitioning to bottles, and I think Grayson might have an easier time with them. Would that be ok?”
“That would be amazing, thank you.”
“Ok, good. Then I guess I’ll head home. See you tomorrow.”
I nod, and she gives me a sweet smile after yawning. I watch from the porch as she makes her way back home, her plump ass cheeks bouncing with each step she takes, her cute slippers scuffing the pavement. She’s already halfway across the street before she turns around and shouts, “Goodnight, James. Sleep tight.”
Again, I have to keep my impulses in check because I’d love nothing more than to run up behind her and drag her back to my house. Never in my life have I had these types of Neanderthal-like thoughts, but there’s just something about her that’s dug itself deep inside my heart.
I wait until she gets safely inside her house after opening her front door and waving to me again before I shut and lock my front door behind me, then shuffle my way to the nursery. I peek in to check on Grayson, who is sleeping peacefully for the first time since I brought him home, before going to my bedroom. I fall into bed after making sure the baby monitor is plugged in and positioned on my nightstand where I can see it.
I pull up her contact info on my phone, where I have her name saved as My Angel, and shoot her a goodnight text so she’ll have my phone number. My dick is still painfully hard, but I’m so drained that I don’t get much further than shoving my hand in my pants to grip it before I fall asleep with her sweet smile and equally sweet tits emblazoned in my mind.
Chapter 4
Shayla
I hug and kiss Lainey about a million times before saying goodbye and walking across the street to James’s house with the frozen milk and bottles I promised to bring. I have no idea what kind of hours he keeps, and I hope I’m not waking him when I have to knock on the door several times before he answers it.
