He held up his hands in surrender and laughed again. “Been there, done that. Four times.”
I nodded and reached into the car to retrieve the diaper bag. As I lifted it, the strap broke and it crashed onto the ground. I stared at it in disbelief as the side split and bottles, formula, diapers, clothes, and everything else inside spilled out.
“Um, Jonah?” Mouth open and eyes wide, I lifted my gaze from the disaster at my feet and looked at Mallory. “Maybe you should get some help?”
The thought of someone else caring for my son had my mouth snapping shut and curving down into a frown. “I don’t want my son being raised by a nanny,” I said with a sharp shake of my head.
“I didn’t mean a nanny, exactly,” she explained. “I was thinking more along the lines of just someone to stop by and help from time to time.”
I crouched down and started to gather up the items, realizing it was probably better to just toss it all. “I don’t have the time or patience to find someone,” I mumbled distractedly.
“Actually, I might know someone.”
I glanced back over to her, curious but doubtful.
“My sister just came to live with me for a while. She graduated early from high school, and my parents…well, they’re pretty useless. Anyway, she’s not sure what she wants to do yet. She’s seventeen, but she’s been helping out in the daycare at K-Corp. Blaire Kendall sings her praises every time I see her.” Mallory chuckled and rolled her eyes. “Penny is pretty much my complete opposite. She adores children and will probably have a whole gaggle of them someday.”
“Auntie Mallory, huh?” I joked, snickering when she grimaced.
“Anyway, she’d probably love to help you out.”
When I stood, I was about to refuse, but to my astonishment, something inside me felt compelled to answer, “Send her over tomorrow morning, and we’ll see how she does.”
“Sure.” Mallory smiled and lifted her chin before climbing the stairs to her front door and disappearing inside.
Returning my attention to Tucker, I couldn’t help but laugh to see he was fast asleep and snoring. I envied the kid. Maybe some help wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Chapter 2
Jonah
I yawned and stretched my arms over my head, elongating my sore back muscles. Tucker had been a little fussy, and I’d been soothing him by rubbing his back, trying to get him down for an afternoon nap. It appeared I’d fallen asleep bent over the crib. The doorbell chimed, and Tucker stirred, which sent me sprinting down the stairs to the front door like a madman. I should probably have grabbed a shirt, but I was frantic to keep whoever it was from ringing the bell again. That must have been what woke me up, and I was going to beat the shit out of whoever it was if they woke my kid.
Reaching the foyer in record time, I threw the lock and yanked the door open. I opened my mouth, ready to let whoever it was have a piece of my mind, but instead, I was struck dumb. I couldn’t speak. I could barely think, but one part of me came roaring to life. In seconds, I was rock hard. My dick had barely twitched at a woman for years, and here I was, sporting an erection that threatened to bust the zipper on my jeans.
The sexiest woman I’d ever seen was standing on my porch, staring back at me with a similar expression to the one I imagined was on my face. She had thick auburn hair that floated around her head and down to her shoulders in soft curls. Her skin was pale and milky, and my fingers itched to see if it felt as silky as it looked. Her big, blue eyes were surrounded by long, auburn lashes, and her pert nose turned up adorably at the tip. Her mouth was wide with plump, pink lips. That mouth would be perfect for taking my above average size cock all the way to the back of her throat. I blinked owlishly, shocked at the dirty images she was inspiring.
My gaze continued its perusal to see a slender neck, large, mouthwatering tits, and a slim waist that flared into wide hips. Perfect for grabbing while I pumped her full of come, and perfect for having the babies I planted inside her. What the fuck? Where had these thoughts come from?
She was dressed in a tight pink tank top and jean shorts that showed off her legs. While she was probably around a foot shorter than my six feet, two inches, her legs were long and toned. They’d look amazing when they were wrapped around my waist…or my head.
Get ahold of yourself, man!
I ripped my gaze away from her body and returned it to her sweet face. She was staring at me with her lips slightly parted, and her blue eyes round and wide.