“Hello, sweet girl,” Hannah said, shifting her attention to his daughter. She laughed. “You seem like you enjoyed your snack, huh?”
And just like that, he no longer existed. All Hannah’s attention went to the baby, flapping her arms and legs as though she could fly out of his arms.
His daughter, cockblock extraordinaire.
“Yeah, don’t get too close, she’s gooey as hell. I was just getting the firehose to blast her clean.”
Hannah held out a finger to the sloppy Kayla, who immediately brought it to her mouth.
“Oh, shit, sorry. Kayla, no biting.” Christ, it sounded like he was scolding a nippy puppy.
With a laugh, Hannah waved him off. “She’s fine. Babies chew. No biggie. We need to get you some teething toys, don’t we?” As though she realized how strange it was for her to say we, Hannah took a step back. “Looks like you shared your snack with your daddy, too.”
“Yeah, she’s generous like that.” He ran a hand through his hair, wincing when he felt a crunchy clump. Yogurt, no doubt.
Sexy.
Not that he was trying to hit on the little hottie on his doorstep. He didn’t have time for women these days. Maybe not for the next eighteen years.
Oh, God…
He might as well face it. His days of hitting the bars and making his dick happy were behind him. Maybe he should have a funeral for the poor thing. Give it the proper send-off if it wasn’t ever going to experience the hot clasp of a wet pussy ever again.
He might cry.
“You okay?” Hannah asked.
He tore his eyes away from her glossy lips and forced his brain to keep from wondering what they’d look like wrapped around his—
Really, tears were coming.
With a shake of his head, he said. “I’m good.” Then he cleared his throat. “So, uh, were you looking for Ronnie? She ran out about fifteen minutes ago. Kayla and I are the only ones here right now.”
“Oh.” She frowned. “She texted, saying I left a necklace at Mickie’s last night and that she had it here. Said I could stop by anytime.”
With a snort, he gestured for her to come in. “That’s Ronnie for you. Responsible as the day is long.”
Not that he could talk. Responsibility gave him fucking hives.
Kayla squealed and squirmed in his arms.
Unfortunately for him, responsibility was his new middle name. Looked like he’d be mainlining Benadryl until the end of his days.
“You wouldn’t happen to know where she left it, would you?”
“She didn’t mention anything to me, but come on in.” He stepped aside to give her room. “You’re welcome to poke around the kitchen while I get this little rug rat cleaned up. Ronnie probably set it on the counter somewhere.”
“Thanks. And thank you, Miss Kayla, for being the cutest baby ever.” She stepped into the house and followed his hand, pointing toward the kitchen.
JP snorted. After shutting the door, he turned and caught sight of Hannah’s retreating form as she disappeared into the kitchen. Her shorts weren’t overly tight, but they molded to her ass just enough to tease him with a hint of how plump and bitable it was.
He groaned.
Kayla cooed and stared up at him with wide, curious eyes. Dark eyes, the same color as every one of his siblings. Benson eyes. Poor kiddo. “You know,” he said in a hushed tone as he made his way back to the bathroom, “If it wasn’t for you, I’d be working on getting that delicious treat on legs into my bed right now.”
She made another one of those charming sounds. He frowned down at her as a horrifying thought popped into his head.
One day she was gonna be old enough to date. To meet men. Men like him who wanted nothing more than a hookup and a few hours of fun.
Hell. No.
“Listen to me, baby cakes.” He set her back down in the warm bathtub. Instantly she went back to smacking the water with her little palms. “If a man ever calls you a delicious treat, run, don’t walk. Run away. Got it?”
All he got in return was a splatter of water across his face.
“Snarky already, huh? Guess you really are mine.”
A throat cleared behind him. He peeked over his shoulder to find Hannah hovering in the hallway.
“Found it,” she said, wearing a necklace she hadn’t had on when she arrived. Pink tinged her cheeks.
“Great.”
“Um, I was thinking that you might like to take a shower.”
What? Oh, hell yeah! Damn right, he’d like to take a shower. Slick his soaped-up hands across her skin. Over those perky breasts. Down her ass. Between her legs. His dick began to fill. A little morning shower play was exactly what he needed to get him back on track. It’d been way too long since he’d had that kind of fun.
“I would like that. How’d you know?” he asked in a flirty tone.