I shrug. “This Goldie girl sounds like she has good taste.” I smile. “I’m sorry, my manners are not great tonight. I was definitely checking you out—no denying it.” I run a hand through my hair, noticing how hot the back of my neck feels.
Settling down in a small armchair cornering the living room, she smiles. “It’s fine. I know they’re huge. They aren’t normally this big.”
Don’t ask how big they are normally. Don’t ask how big they are normally.
“Is that right?” My smile is almost as awkward as the question.
She laughs like she can hear my thoughts. “They’re normally big, just not this massive.” She points to Jett, who has yet to acknowledge my presence. But then again, he is a man of focus. I grind my jaw closed as I try not to stare at the way he nuzzles into her breast, gripping at her skin like he’s one second away from declaring war.
“I have to feed him before we go.” Her hand falls to the strap of her tank top. “I didn’t plan this well–I thought he’d eat before you got here, but of course, he didn’t want to do that.”
I hook a thumb over my shoulder. “Do you want me to wait outside?”
The face she makes is both horrendous and absolutely fucking adorable. She mocks me in the form of a drooping mouth, flared nostrils, rolled eyes, and an overall dumbfounded expression.
I can’t help but laugh.
“You are anactualidiot and a half, Beau.” She snaps her fingers at me and points, like I’m an animal. “Sit. It only takes a few minutes. He’s asucker.”
He’s a sucker… oh Jesus Christ.We’re talking about a child being fed by his mother here, Beau. Get it thefuckin check.
I take a seat on the couch, pushing aside some baby books and pottery catalogs. A moment passes and my eyes, which had shamefully fallen to the floor, raise to find her.
Dumbest idea yet.
My hard-on moves into weeping territory as she unclips the strap of her bra. She weaves her fingers through Jett’s golden hair as she cradles him to her body. It’s the purest thing I have ever seen.
And yet, I’mveryaroused.
I can’t stop thinking about puttingmymouth there. Being on my knees in front of her, my hands reaching up, kneading her breasts, tasting the milk that streams down her velvet skin.
Goddamn it.
I find a weird pattern in the wood panel of the floor between my boots and analyze it for dear fucking life.
Jett slaps her skin as he eats, and every few moments or so I can hear a gulp or a swallow. My skin pricks with bumps of excitement, and a kind of fucked up feeling too.
“He’s a loud eater,” she says, and I look up to find her eyes are soft yet focused, studying mine. “Are you uncomfortable?” She asks it so quietly that it seems easier to answer honestly.
“Kind of.”
“Why?” Her head tips to the side, and she pushes her hair back so that it doesn’t disturb Jett. She could be a fucking painting.
“It’s beautiful,” I say, my voice sounding hoarse. I think my body must be using all of its energy on not cumming in my pants right now. “But I can’t help that I also find you incredibly sexy as you do it.” I shrug, and as her face remains impassive, a rush of relief moves through me.
“I’m sorry. I’m the worst date ever. I’ve been a creep.”
Looking down at her son, she strokes his cheek, and there’s another little gulp.
“You’re actually the best date ever, so far, at least.” She’s still focused on Jett, and I don’t think for as long as I live, I’ll ever forget the way she looks at him.
Love only a parent can give.
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” My mouth suddenly feels so dry.
“Because Jett’s existence doesn’t annoy you.”
I can’t help but react to that, jerking back on the couch as my hands rush forward, gripping my knees. My fists curl in anger. How could a baby fucking bother someone?