Chapter 3
I feel like the air has been repeatedly knocked out of my chest ever since this angel stepped onto my front porch and graced me with her presence…and her tits. Her full, glorious, life-sustaining tits that have been hanging out for the past hour.
Jesus, help me.
I was floored when she first unclipped her top and nursed Grayson like he was her son and not an infant she had just met minutes beforehand, but that was nothing compared to her standing in my living room with both sides of her her top hanging loose and her large, supple tits on display without the baby skewing my view.
I close my eyes and try to stifle a groan when she turns her back on me to cover herself, apologizing to me all the while. I want so badly to tell her that it was a gift, that I’d die to have her waltzing around my house all day without a shirt on, but that would be extremely creepy and probably scare her off, even if it’s the God’s honest truth. I’ve never seen something or someone so beautiful in all my life.
Neither of us can look each other in the eye when she turns back around, her in embarrassment, me in the hopes that I don’t keep making a fool of myself or let her see just how much she has affected me.
Oh fuck, my dick. I was so busy ogling her tits that I didn’t think to hide my erection that is most definitely, exceedingly obviously, bulging in my pants.
It’s my turn to give her my back with the excuse of opening the front door so I can discreetly adjust my hard cock, tucking it behind the waistband of my boxer briefs and sweatpants. I hope like hell she hasn’t noticed what a sicko I am, sporting a hard-on after just meeting her face to face for the first time. It’s already bad enough that she’s caught me staring at her before. If I want this angel to come back and help again—something I desperately need and want her to do—then I don’t want to scare her off.
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.