Page 8 of Rolling with the Single Daddies

Five

Diego

I can’t help but grin as I watch the moving company haul Avery’s belongings into our house. It’s been a whirlwind few days since we officially hired her as Evie’s nanny.

As I direct a man carrying a box labeled “Baby Stuff” into the guest room— now Avery’s room, I say, “This better not be a secret box of your camgirl stuff.”

I catch her eye. She’s standing in the doorway, looking a bit overwhelmed.

“You okay, Sweetheart? That was just a joke.” I take her hand. Our one and only date so far began and ended at the restaurant, but she lets me add this small level of intimacy.

Avery nods, despite the hesitation in her eyes. “Yeah, it’s just… I can’t believe I’m going to live here.”

Pulling her into my arms, I’m unable to resist the urge to comfort her. “We’re happy to have you here. And your little one, of course.”

She smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. I’ve noticed she does that a lot—puts on a brave face when she’s feeling uncertain. How many walls will I have to help her break down before she’s comfortable being herself?

“Thanks, Diego. I appreciate that.” She glances at the bed. “And thanks for understanding about the sleeping arrangements.”

I shrug, trying to keep things light. “I’ve got a spot for you in my bed anytime. Even if you just want a cuddle.”

But inside, I’m itching to close the distance between us. To hell with separate bedrooms—I want to wake up next to her every morning.

As the movers finish up, an idea strikes me. “Hey, how about we get out of here for a bit? I know the perfect way to unwind.”

Avery raises an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?”

“How do you feel about motorcycles?”

Her eyes widen, and for a second, I think I’ve made a mistake. But then she laughs, a genuine sound that makes my heart skip a beat.

“I’ve never ridden one.”

“Want to change that? I’ve got an extra helmet.”

“Do moms— never mind that was silly. Look at my entire roller derby team. Let me check in with my brothers and make sure they’re fine.”

After she confirms that we have a couple more hours cleared on her schedule, I help her onto the back of the bike, showing her where to put her feet and hands. Then once I’m on, I help wrap her arms around my waist.

I have to take a deep breath to convince my boner to relax.

As I hit the throttle, Avery’s grip tightens. I’m hyperaware of every point where our bodies touch, and that her legs are spread around me. I want to slide her around my body and let her pussy be open over my cock.

Am I too much for this sweet thing? She’s so young and innocent.

It’s only a fifteen-minute ride to my favorite overlook. The view of Peach Bottom Valley sprawled out below us is the perfect spot to spread the blanket I have in the saddlebag and help Avery relax.

“Let me rub those money-makers.”

“You’re not going to let me live that down, are you?” She laughs, but allows me to slip her shoe and sock off. I take full advantage of her willingness and do the same to her other foot.

Focusing on one foot first, I grip it with both hands and rub my thumbs into her arches.

She leans back on her elbows and her head drops back. “That feels so good.”

“This is the right way for a man to be fascinatedwith your feet.”

Reclining fully and extending her arms over her head, she says, “I’m not going to disagree.

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