Sharing their nanny, p.7
Sharing Their Nanny, page 7
“I can feel you.”
“Good. I want you to feel me,” he said. “All of me.”
One of his hands stayed on her breasts, and the other slid down her body, going toward her pussy. He cupped her through the fabric of her pants, and she gasped. The way he touched her, it was right on her pussy, at the exact spot that made her ache for him.
He groaned. “You make it hard for a man to resist you.”
She had never been so wanted in her life.
After getting out of a long relationship, she was used to being ignored. She hadn’t been with her previous partner even before the breakup. She gasped as Dylan started to unbutton her shirt.
If they kept on tearing at her clothes like they had that afternoon, she wasn’t going to have many items to call her own.
Sinking her teeth into her lip, she tried to contain the moans. She didn’t want to make too much noise with Lake in the house.
Dylan stroked his tongue at her ear, biting down just a little and making her moan his name. He freed her shirt within seconds and then started to work at her bra. His hand touched her breast, and she arched up against him.
At the same time, he started to work on her pussy, freeing the button and the zip and releasing her jeans. Then his hand delved beneath, touching her.
“You’re so wet for me, baby.”
He pulled his hands from her body and knelt at her feet, helping her to wriggle out of her jeans.
She stepped out of them, and then he moved her toward the counter, lifting her.
Raine didn’t know where he had the strength to constantly lift her, but she didn’t care as his lips touched hers.
His kisses rained down on her lips as he sank his fingers into her hair, tugging on the strands.
“You drive me so fucking crazy.”
He and Max were the only men to ever accuse her of such a thing.
Dylan moved her to the edge of the counter, and she gasped as she felt his hard dick pressing between her thighs.
She didn’t fight him, wanting him so badly. It had never felt like this. She’d never been so needy, so wanton, but she couldn’t seem to bring herself to stop.
“Please, please,” she said.
He pressed his cock inside her, and the feel of his hard dick slowly sinking in was amazing. She didn’t want him to stop.
Dylan kissed her as he took her, driving in and deep.
Deep in her mind, she knew she should fight a little more and not give in, but Dylan and Max were not like any other man she’d been with. Not that she’d been with a lot of men. The few times she’d been with them was the most sex she’d experienced in years.
Her previous relationship had broken down long before it had actually ended. Her ex’s parting words to her were asking her what she expected. She was never good enough to give him what he wanted. She’d been a failure as a girlfriend and he’d been getting his needs met elsewhere the whole time.
Pushing those thoughts out of her mind, she focused on Dylan, on how amazing he felt. The way his hands only drove her higher toward release.
Max and Dylan took care of her needs as much as their own. There was no waiting around to achieve orgasm. They were the better men, and she was terrified of how easy it was for her to fall for them.
****
Dylan ran fingers through his hair as he looked at Max the following day.
“We need a costume,” he said.
Max looked up from his morning paper with a brow raised.
His best friend had come to the kitchen last night as he’d been taking Raine. Their night had quickly moved to the bedroom where he and Max took it in turns making love and fucking their woman.
Raine was so responsive.
“A costume?” Max asked, breaking into Dylan’s memories.
“Yes, a costume. Raine was talking about this morning for Halloween, handing out candy and stuff.”
“Lake’s going to be at a friend’s,” Max said.
“So?”
“Why are we giving out candy when Lake’s not going to be here? Isn’t there some kind of rule against it?”
Dylan couldn’t help but laugh. “Seriously, you think the only households to give out candy are those with kids?”
“Duh,” Max said.
This made Dylan smile. His friend was using the word duh. This was progress. “And how do young children figure out what house to go to? Did you only ever visit houses with kids you knew lived there?”
Max opened and closed this mouth.
“We’re on candy duty with Raine. She has asked for us to dress up for it to be more fun.”
“I don’t dress up,” Max said.
“Oh, come on. Lake showed me that damn photograph album. You’ve been holding out on me,” Dylan said.
“I haven’t dressed up since I was a kid.”
“And you think I have?” Dylan asked. “This is what Raine has asked us to do.”
“I don’t do everything Raine tells me to do.”
Dylan sighed. “You’re going to be a pain in my ass, aren’t you?”
“I’m not going to be a pain in anything. I’m not getting into a costume.”
They were saved from arguing some more by Max’s cell phone ringing. “I’ve got to take this.”
He didn’t linger at the table, and Dylan wasn’t one to mess around.
Going into the kitchen, he wrote a note for Raine, letting her know he was on costume duty before heading out to his waiting car.
He didn’t want to go it alone, but Raine had told him she was helping out at the school today. Lake had put her name down to help decorate the school, and considering what an amazing job she’d done on the house, he couldn’t blame Lake for putting her nanny forward.
Dylan stopped as he thought about that.
Raine was their nanny. They employed her. Max had told him Raine had signed her contract the other day when she stopped by the office and talked to him. Putting his foot to the gas, he pulled out of the driveway and joined the main traffic, heading toward the city.
She didn’t feel like an employee to him or Max.
His best friend was a giant pain in the ass when it came to life and experiencing things.
Running his fingers through his hair, he came to a stop outside a costume shop. The window showcased some of the horror movie characters he had no interest in ever seeing. He was not a horror lover at all. In fact, growing up, he’d never dressed up, not for any kind of Halloween, unlike Max.
He found one of the few available parking spaces and climbed out. Buttoning up his jacket, he entered the building. There were already several people inside, looking around. He wasn’t going as any kind of movie person.
At the suits, he merely shook his head. He wore suits pretty much every single day of his life.
Perusing the shelves, he knew he was having a hard time picking a costume. He grabbed his cell phone and dialed the house number. Raine picked up after multiple rings, sounding a little out of breath.
“Enjoying Max?” he asked.
“Dylan, hi. No, Max, isn’t here.”
He frowned. “He’s not?”
“Nope. He didn’t leave a note, but I got yours. You’re looking for a costume?”
“Yes, and I’m at the shop, but I hate to say this, I’m going to be such a disappointment. I don’t know what to pick.”
“Pick anything. The point is to have a whole bunch of fun. Don’t overthink it. It’s just Halloween,” she said.
“Easy for you to say. I’ve never dressed up.”
“Never?” she asked.
“Not once.”
“How come?”
He sighed. “Let’s just say my childhood didn’t exactly believe in fun.”
“Okay, totally understand. Well, think about what you used to love as a kid. You must have seen some costumes growing up. What were the ones that stood out to you?”
Dylan sighed and went toward the clown costumes. There was an abundance of them. “I’ve got it.”
“Okay. Take care.” Raine hung up, and Dylan stared at the costume.
In his home, clowns were feared.
They were terrifying, and Dylan recalled vaguely wanting to terrify someone in his own home. Wanting to find a way for them to back the fuck off, and to let him live.
He pulled the costume off the rail and went to the checkout. The young man behind the counter smiled. “Excellent choice. Clown costumes have been pretty popular. Do you remember that craze of a couple of years ago?”
Dylan smiled, pulled out his card, and handed it to the checkout.
He didn’t like how his old memories had surfaced. Ones he kept locked up tight as he didn’t like to remember them. Where Max didn’t like to feel or talk much about emotions, Dylan had gone the opposite way, and he was a talker. Living in a house where emotions had to be constantly locked up, for the longest time, he felt like he was a drowning man with no way to escape. The moment he’d been old enough, he’d left.
He pushed those feelings right back down. They had no room in his world as a grownup.
Chapter Eight
A couple of days later
Max went to drop Lake off at her friend’s house. He sat in the car as his niece didn’t move. Her suitcase was beside her.
Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, he glanced out the car. The neighborhood looked amazing. Each house was decorated, joining in on the creative fun. He could imagine Raine’s house looking equally as delightful.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked.
Raine and Dylan were back at the house, getting their cauldrons filled with sweets. Raine had done a quick mad dash to the store because he’d forgotten to get the extra candy she asked for.
He didn’t see them having too many kids visiting. Having thought that, he’d seen a lot of kids and grownups out in the street.
“What if they don’t like me?” Lake said.
Max glanced in the rearview mirror at his niece.
Raine had gotten her dressed up as a fairy princess. Glitter and sequins, and fake diamonds were on her face and outfit. They’d spent the last part of yesterday finishing the costume.
Running his fingers through his hair, he tried to think of what to say to Lake. This was where he wasn’t good with words, feelings, or dealing with emotions. Unbuckling his seatbelt, he climbed out of the car and rounded the vehicle toward her.
Opening the door, he saw she hadn’t even removed her seatbelt. Her hands were clasped together, and he saw them shaking a little bit.
“It doesn’t matter if they don’t like you, Lake, sweetheart.”
He didn’t like the way she kept gripping her hands, so tightly as if she was afraid. He covered her hands with his own. Crouching down so he was on eye level with her, he smiled. “Do you want to go to this party?” he asked.
She nodded.
“And you were invited.”
Another nod.
“Then I can only see one way of doing this. We’ve got to get you to that party.”
“But, Uncle Max, I’m afraid.” She squeezed his hand so tightly.
“What are you afraid of?”
She shrugged. “They’re going to laugh at me. I look dumb.” Her bottom lip came out.
Don’t be a dick. She’s five years old. Lost her mother, forced to live with you.
“You know, as a kid, I used to hate Halloween.”
“You did?”
“Yeah, I did. I never saw the fun in dressing up. I thought it was all a bunch of fakes, but your mother, my sister, she wouldn’t take no for an answer. She told me it’s a night where I can pretend to be whatever the hell I wanted to be, even if that meant I could be myself.”
“What did you do?” Lake asked.
“I was myself, and for one night of the year, no one complained. I could not give a crap about any of it. About fitting in. About caring. Tonight, everyone wears a mask, even you, Lake. You can be whatever the hell you want to be. So if you want to be a moody fairy, then you get to be a moody fairy. If you don’t want to go to this party and have lots of fun and get drunk on candy, you tell me, and I will take you home right now. You do not have to do anything you don’t want to do.” He was never given the choice growing up. He was forced every single day to play a role he didn’t want.
Lake nibbled on her lip and pouted.
He waited.
“I miss my mommy,” Lake said.
He pulled her in close and hugged her tightly to his chest. “I know you do, sweetheart.” He stroked her head.
Max should have known this would happen. His sister loved Halloween when she was alive. He had no doubt Lake would have some memories that would haunt her. “What did your mother do with you last year?” he asked.
Lake sniffled. “She took me trick or treating, and then we went home. She had lots of candy to give out. When it was late and no more kids were around, we watched television.”
“That sounds awesome.” It really didn’t. His idea of Halloween was working at one of the clubs he and Dylan owned to make sure nothing bad happened. “So, how about we go and knock on some doors? You’ve got your bag there. We gather candy, head home, help Dylan and Raine, and then watch a bunch of scary movies?”
“You’re not mad?”
“How can I be mad at you? You don’t want to go to the party, you don’t go.”
“But it might be fun.”
He chuckled. “But what do you want to do, Lake?”
She nibbled on her lip and smiled. “What you said.”
“That’s the spirit. Come on, let’s go and see what people have to offer.” Max unbuckled her seatbelt and helped her out of the car.
He noticed several parents were walking the streets. Some were dressed up, and others were like him, clearly taking their kid around.
Lake held his hand tightly.
This was … huge to him.
He’d promised himself when he was old enough, he’d never do this, and yet, with his niece, he was breaking all his own rules.
Lake needed him a lot more than he needed to stick with his own feelings about this night.
Standing behind her, he allowed her to ring doorbell after doorbell. People opened their doors, and candy was on offer.
It didn’t take them long before the bag was way too heavy for Lake to carry. He waited until she was ready to go home.
Helping her into the backseat, he gave her a piece of candy for the journey home. As he pulled out his cell phone, he saw he’d gotten a couple of missed calls from Dylan. Rather than answer, he drove home. He entered the grounds to see Raine dressed in a sexy witch’s outfit. The corset was done tight, squeezing her breasts right up. It cinched in at the waist, and the skirts flared out over the hips, showing an underskirt and some of her calf through the lace. She had on a hat and her face had some makeup as well, complete with a fake wort. To Max, she still looked sexy.
“What happened?” Raine asked, coming toward them after she handed out candy bars.
“Lake wanted to hang out with us tonight.”
“Are you mad?” Lake asked.
Raine groaned and held her arms open.
His niece rushed into her arms.
“I’m never, ever, going to be mad at you, pumpkin.”
****
Later that night, Raine removed her costume and placed it in the laundry basket. It was the first costume she had ever taken her time in making herself. She and Lake had made their costumes together. By together, Raine had done all the sewing on the machine while Lake helped to sew the jewels to the costume.
Turning on the shower, she placed her hand beneath the spray of the water and waited for it to heat up. She stepped beneath it as soon as it was at the right temperature. Tilting her head back, she closed her eyes and let the water run over her face and body, removing the makeup she’d put on.
She grabbed the soap and began to massage it onto her face, cleaning herself.
“Can I join you?” Max asked, startling her.
She put a hand to her chest because she’d been so lost in her thoughts about Lake, she hadn’t heard him enter. “You scared me.”
“I didn’t mean to.” He was already naked, and he didn’t wait for an invite before he stepped into the stall with her.
She moved back so that she touched the cold tile wall, and she gasped the moment her ass hit it. Staring from his head and moving down toward his hard length, she felt an answering spike inside her own body.
“Do you like what you see?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He handed her the soap. “Then why don’t you wash me?”
She took the soap and went to grab the loofah, but he stopped her. “No, just your hands.”
Licking her lips, she nodded. After lathering up her hands, she was careful as she put her hands on his chest. He was nowhere near the water, and she started to touch him, feeling the hard muscle ripple beneath her touch.
She worked her hands down his chest, going between his legs and not touching his length, but making sure to tease him.
Each moan seemed to echo through her own body, heightening her own arousal.
“Touch me, Raine,” he said.
She finally put her hands on his cock, feeling it pulse within her grip.
He cupped her cheek, sinking his fingers into her hair and tilting her head back so she had no choice but to look at him. Running her hand up and down his length, she stared into his eyes as he ran his thumb across her bottom lip.
She wanted him to kiss her.
There was so much she wanted from this man. She wanted to know what made him tick. What he was thinking. Everything.
When his lips crashed down on hers, she squeezed his length a little tighter, and he growled against her lips. Max pressed her up against the wall and his hands went to her hips, then down to her ass, lifting her up.
She gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck at the same time she circled his waist with her legs, holding on to him.
