“Bo!”
From behind the front door scoots Jett, drool glazing his chin, a wide grin on his lips. To say my heart grew bigger, thudded harder, and ached to belong to this boy would be an understatement.
I dip to my knees after making quick work of the five steps between us. With my hands beneath his arms, I scoop him up to my chest, and he fucking loves it.
With one hand on my face and the other twisting the front of my shirt, his excited babble of my name makes my knees weak.
“Bo! Bo, bo, bo!” His head spins to face Beck, who closes the door and leans against it. I really look at her then. When she answered the door, I knew she looked beautiful, but I’d been so overwhelmed and surprised by how they made me feel that I didn’t really tear down her body like I usually do.
In jeans cropped at the ankle, fraying a little, cut some–exposing fleshy bits of her legs, she wears a white tank top and has bare feet. I’ve seen her hair in a bun, a braid, and down. But tonight… it is a little damp like she’d just been in the shower.
And I’m not quite sure the sight of a Beck who has been naked literally minutes before now is something I can take. I swallow hard, trying not to get…hard. The way the outfit wraps her curves makes my fucking mouth water. And jesus, those fucking tits.
Talk about mouth-watering. If I let myself look at them for more than a few seconds, I will undoubtedly have a massive fucking hard-on. So full and supple; by the looks of them, they’re more than a handful.
But I manage to stop sexually assaulting her with my eyes because Jett is in my arms. I fish my finger into his palm, gently prying him from my nose where he’s currently clutching.
“Hi Jett, it’s me, Beau.” He giggles. “Can Jett say ‘hi Bo’?” I ask him.
“Hi Bo.”
My eyes go wide and tear to Beck, whose blue gaze is wild on me.
“You got him to say hi. I’ve been trying to get him to say hi for months!”
I tip my forehead down to Jett’s, and tell him good job. Beck can hear me, but I say it quietly because it feels like a small moment for us.
A second later, Beck is reaching for her son, pulling him away from me. She smiles at me as she sits him on her hip. “I’m going to change him.”
“I’ll go with you,” I offer because I don’t think I could stay away if I wanted to.
“After that, I have to feed him and then he’ll go down, and… it’ll be just us.”
Between us is one foot of unbridled sexual energy. Our eyes idle on one another. Her tongue slides the length of her bottom lip. My chest fills with my lazy inhale.
“Still wanna come?”
Fuck yes. “Is it okay? I’m only there if you’re comfortable.”
She blinks slowly, and I watch her eyes travel the length of my lips before coming back to my eyes. “It’s fine. I wouldn’t say it was if it wasn’t.”
“Bo!”
“Hi, bud.” I boop his nose before I look back to Beck and smile. “Okay then.”
I follow her down the hall, nerves zipping around inside me like a pinball on crack. She motions to a chair in the corner, across the room from a small recliner.
“You can sit there, the ugly recliner is for us.” She smiles, laying Jett down on the pad. While she changes him, I look around the room, enjoying the light blue color.
“You were painting his room when your AC broke,” I comment, my eyes sweeping over the natural wood crib in the corner, a painting of a wild sea hanging on the ceiling above.
Facing away from me, putting the new diaper on Jett, Beck says, “yeah, I was. And I had to go to the hardware store because I didn’t have quite enough paint, I’d just had a tiff with Dustin, my rider rated me a 1 because the air just went out.” I hear snaps and know he’s done. A moment later his blue eyes peer at me from over her shoulder. He bites into Beck’s bare arm while simultaneously trying to yell, “Bo!” and I fucking love this kid.
It’s official.
With a relaxing sigh, she sits in the recliner and drapes a quickly tiring Jett in her lap.
Our eyes lock as the timed lights switch; the overhead light goes off as the night light flickers on in the corner, illuminating us in the most faint, erotic orange glow I’ve ever seen. My mouth goes dry.