Amy

As I buckle up and start the engine, I can't help but feel like a superhero on a mission to save the day. Instead of a cape, I have t-shirts, and instead of fighting crime, I'm fighting for the welfare of innocent animals. But hey, every hero needs a cause, right?

As I navigate the streets, I can't help but think about the adorable little furballs awaiting my arrival. They may be sick and weak now, but with some love and care, they'll bounce around in no time. And that's what keeps me going-the knowledge that I'm making a difference one animal at a time. So let's hit the road and show those kittens what real caring is all about.

As i set off toward the property, I can't help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with curiosity. Who wouldn't be intrigued by a home that's up for sale? I'ma secret home stalker. I love looking at homes online, especially if they have virtual tours. I wonder if it is a fixer-upper, a modern masterpiece, or a haunted mansion from a horror movie."

I parked at the property and grabbed my carrier. As I exit my car, I hear voices inside the barn. I look around, taking in the property with a huge farmhouse with barns and enough land for horses. However, the reality quickly shows such a luxurious setup would be untrainable for someone in my payscale. Given that a non-profit organization employs me at a meager wage, my income solely depends on donors' generosity.

"Hey Amy, I hate to bother you on the weekend, but these little ones need some help," Creed said, waving me over. I could see a teenage boy holding two kittens in his arms. I walked over to them, and Creed handed me the one he held. I looked it over, noticing the runny eyes and snotty nose.

"Probably an upper respiratory infection. A round of antibiotics and they should be right as rain." I said, diagnosing the kitten's illness.

This is my son, Jace," Creed said, gesturing to a younger version of himself.

"Nice to meet you, Jace," I replied with a smile.

"They will be okay with you, right?" Jace asked, concerned for the kittens' well-being.

"Yes, Jace, I will take them to the shelter, and the vet will check them. We will treat them and put them up for adoption," I reassured him.

"Cool, you have an awesome job," Jace said, handing me the kittens.

" I can get a trap out here and catch the mom. If that is allowed?" I asked the real estate agent, hoping to ensure that all the kittens and mothers get the care they deserve.

"That is up to the new owners." She says, gesturing to Creed and Jace.

"Yeah, I just signed the papers to buy this place for Jace and me," Creed says.

"Awesome, a bachelor pad," I laugh. "I would hate to be your housekeeper."

Jace laughs. " I like her. She gets it. Just two dudes, not doing dishes or taking the trash out."

Laughing, I reply, "Exactly, and dirty socks everywhere."

As I loaded the carrier with the kittens, Creed walked up behind me. "You can put that trap out here anytime," he said.

"I'll drop it by Monday on my way home from work," I replied.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" Creed asked.

I signed deeply, knowing what was coming next. "Creed, I said you had to complete your divorce for me to go out with you."

He smiled, his hand in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels. "yes, but as a friend, would you and Dakota like to come over and help two bachelors move into their house?"

I considered it for a moment. It would be good to leave the house and do something different. "Sure, why not? What time should we come over?"

"Two o'clock should be good. We'll have some sodas and pizza waiting for you."

"Sounds like a plan," I said, knowing that helping two bachelors move would probably be more work than anticipated.

As I drove to the shelter, my heart sank at the sight of the sick kittens in the carrier. They were curled together in a corner, their tiny frames heaving with every labored breath. I knew I had to act quickly to save them. Without wasting more time, I hastened my drive and headed straight to the shelter.

I quickly ran them to a local vet for an exam. As I suspected, they suffered from a severe respiratory infection that needed immediate attention. The vet started them on antibiotics, and we placed them in a cage with a vaporizer to open their little airways. The vet felt they had a good chance. I then took them to the shelter and set them up until Monday, giving the weekend staff all their care instructions.

The following day I did barn chores before Dakota, and I needed to leave to meet at Creeds. Dakota couldn't contain her excitement at the thought of seeing him again. Little did she know meeting Creed's mini-me would be an even bigger thrill for her. Once I managed to get Dakota safely seated, we were on the road to help our friends with their move. Although, let's face it, we all know how much help a three-year-old will be when it comes to moving.

As soon as we arrived, I assisted Dakota out of her seat, and she immediately hit the ground running, yelling for Creed. However, it was Jace who emerged from the door. Dakota halted in her tracks and put her hands on her hips, asking, "Who are you? Where's Creed?" Little miss attitude.

Creed appeared seconds later, laughing, and hoisted Dakota up, introducing her to his son Jace. Dakota grinned and bashfully nuzzled into Creed's neck, unable to pronounce Jace's name correctly. "Hi, Ace," She managed to say.

"Hi, princess," Jace greeted her warmly and playfully tickled her, causing Dakota to leap from Creed into Jace's arms. I scolded her gently, reminding her to be careful. Jace reassured me that everything was okay and walked away with my daughter.

"Remarkable how easily that girl makes acquaintances," I mutter as Creed chuckles.

Upon entering the house, I am taken aback by how well-organized everything is. I give Creed a quizzical look.

"The moving company handles the heavy lifting. I require some assistance with hanging photos, furnishing, and arranging the rest," he explains.

With a smile and a chuckle, I let him off the hood. "Just show me where you need me," I offer, eager to lend a hand.

"Whoa, hold up there," Creed says, wiggling his eyebrows. "That comment could stir up a whole lotta trouble."

"Huh?" I ask, my mind still trying to catch up with his words.

Suddenly, he steps closer. His body pressed up against mine. The scent of his cologne fills my senses, and a soft sigh escapes my lips. I can feel the heat radiating off him, and a wave of desire washes over me. His voice drops to a whisper as he grips my hips, sending shivers down my spine.

"You know where I want you? I'll take you to new heights of pleasure in my bed with every orgasm."

My heart races as I try to catch my breath. This man is dangerous, but I cannot resist his pull on me.

"I feel that if I reach into your shorts, I will find you drenched with desire." He adds with a mischievous grin.

Suddenly we hear the pitter-patter of Dakota's little feet and quickly shit away from each other.

"Mommy, Ace is taking me to the barn!" She exclaims, wrapping her arms around my legs. I nod and watch as she runs off with Jace, standing in the doorway with a smirk. Did he see us? Oh god, he probably thinks I'maftr his dads' money, and he has to think I'm horrible. Creed is not even divorced yet! I have to keep my distance from this man. He is panty-wetting dangerous.

"Alright, let's get this party started," I say, and Creed chuckles, gesturing for me to tag along. As I follow behind, I realize we've ended up in the bedroom.

"Creed," I groan.

"I'm struggling with the bathroom situation. The vanity's some weird towel shelf that Mom says you are supposed to display rolled towels on, but I'm lost." Creed explains.

"Hand over the towels," I say.

As the afternoon wore on, the kitchen took shape. I pointed to various cabinets and drawers, instructing Creed on where to put things and why. Someone had put a lot of thought into the kitchen layout. It had all the fancy things inside each cabinet to organize your pots, pans, cooking utensils, and a built-in spice rack next to the stove that pulls out.

Finally, as the kitchen started to resemble the vision in my mind, we sat down on the island to eat dinner. The meal was simple but satisfying, pizza and beer for the adults and juice and soda for the kids. We spent our time getting to know one another. Jace seemed to be invested in the conversation, which is shocking for a teenager.

Soon though, it was evident that Dakota was exhausted. She yawned frequently and struggled to keep her eyes open. I suggested it was time we headed home, and Creed reluctantly agreed.

Dakota was dead to the world within five minutes of us hitting the road. Meanwhile, my mind raced as I tried to understand why my body reacted to Creed. He wasn't wrong when he said I was drenched down there. It's not like I'm a virgin or anything-I. I and the angel asleep in the backseat are proof of my lack of hymen. But no man has elicited such intense arousal from me before. The moment Creed came near me, my nipple perked up, and my lady bits started getting all teary-eyed.

Okay, listen up. This is some straight-up Nichola Sparks-level romance novel, not your average Sunday. And let's be real. If it weren't for our trusty vibrators and fingers, we'd usually be SOL on the big O front. Most guys care mainly about their pleasure, clueless about whether we're even close to finishing. I doubt they lose sleep over it, to be honest.

As I drive, my mind races, thinking of Creed and his intentions. I couldn't help but wonder if I was just a means of temporary satisfaction for him. I have divorced myself, and some adult playtime with no strings could be just what the doctor ordered. But again, I had a non-negotiable rule only after his divorce. I had no desire to be in the middle of someone else's drama. I mean, ain't nobody got time for that!

But as I sit here, pondering my decision, a part of me can't help but feel excited at the prospect of a bit of fun. After all, I deserved it, right? And who knows, maybe there could be something more between us. Or maybe not. The question is, do I risk my heart to see where this leads?