7+Us Makes Nine: A Nanny Single Dad Romance (Baby Makes Three) Page 7

  He hummed his approval into my body and it threw me over the edge. My toes curled and my body shook as my own breath was ripped from my lungs. My pussy fluttered as his tongue pressed into my clit, giving my body a pad to rake against as my hips ran away with me. I bucked. I jolted. I wiggled against his hands. My heels dug into his back and my fingernails curled into the mahogany wood of his bookcases until I was absolutely spent.

  Then he cleaned me up with his tongue as I collapsed on top of him.

  We sank to the floor of his library, my legs still quivering with exhaustion. His lips came down around mine and I could taste myself on him. Taste my arousal upon his skin. I helped relieve his body of his clothes, watching as his chiseled form came into view. The thick pads of his shoulders. The breadth of his broad chest. The rings of his abs that fed into lines beyond his hips that disappeared beneath his pants. I slid them down his legs with my feet. I felt his cock finally spring free. It dripped along my skin as my lips littered his body with kisses.

  Then I tumbled us over and straddled his hips.

  I nibbled on his neck as his cock slicked itself between my pussy folds. I kissed down his strong chest, tracing the outlines of his muscles with my fingertips. His hands cupped my ass, fisting the whole of it in his giant hands. I felt him bucking up into me. Crying out in silent desperation to be between my thighs. I planted my hands into his chest and rocked my hips, coating his thickness well before I settled my knees into the floor.

  I rose up just enough for my pussy to catch the tip of his cock, then I slid down his length and shivered with each inch I took.

  “Catherine. Holy hell.”

  I was tight. I could feel it. His cock pressed against my walls and I bit down onto my tongue to keep silent. Whimpers fell from my lips as my hands curled into his chest. My nails scraped along his skin as his hands dug into my hips. I inched my way down him, wondering when our hips were finally going to connect. My pussy swallowed him whole. Opened itself up in ways it had never been open before. He split me in two, his cock bulging against every part of me.

  My eyes rolled into the back of my head until our hips were finally seated together.

  I had to pause and catch my breath. The fire surging underneath my skin was enough to blind me. I could feel the energy in Jace’s body waiting to pour forth, but he was being kind enough to give me a chance to adjust. I wiggled my hips and pulled a groan from his throat. A muffled groan that came out almost like a growl. Shivers rushed down my spine as my eyes finally opened, and when I took in his beautiful brown stare, something inside of me popped.

  I crashed my lips against his and rolled my hips, sinking him deeper into my body.

  His hands guided my movements as he rose to meet my thrusts. Our tongues collided and I was tossed into an infinite world of darkness and primal urges. I felt my juices dripping down his balls. I felt my thighs coated in my arousal. Nothing but the sound of us panting and our hips connecting could be heard throughout his library, and the smell alone was intoxicating. I felt him move. I felt him twitch. I felt myself slowly beginning to rise up. I threaded my arms around his neck as his abs contracted, moving my weight along with his until I was sitting upright in his lap.

  He scooted us around until he was leaning against a bookcase, then his eyes connected with mine.

  And I lost myself in his kaleidoscope gaze.

  I rolled my hips. I swiveled them upon his cock. I felt him pulsing against my walls as his hands guided me in the way he wanted to be fucked. He reached down for my tits and took them between his lips, sucking at my nipples and coaxing them to painful peaks that made me moan out into the room. He massaged my ass. Gripped my hips. Parted my thighs so his thumb could find my clit. He circled it quickly, smiling against my breasts as my legs began to jump.

  “Jace, I… I-I-I don’t… I don’t know if-”

  “Let go, Catherine.”

  His voice was hot with want and I wasn’t sure if I could disobey his command.

  “Let it go,” he said.

  I dug my nails into his shoulders and threw my head back. My pussy clamped around his cock, massaging him as my toes curled. My thighs cramped and my back arched so deeply I thought it was going to snap into two pieces. Jace buried his face into my bosom, growling and groaning as his hips stilled against mine. I felt his legs shaking. I felt his muscles grow taut. He pulled his hand from between my thighs and wrapped his strong arms around me, pulling my hips closer to his.

  Pushing his cock deeper into my pussy.

  “Jace. Jace. Fuck. I… it’s… you…”

  Nothing but broken sentences fell from my lips. White hot pleasure coursed through my veins as his cock finally spilled into me. His hands splayed against my back, pulling me into him as my head fell to his shoulder. I felt every pump. Took in every spurt. His cum dripped from between my thighs and onto the floor of his library as I laid against him, taking in the smell of his sweat and the spirit of the books that surrounded us.

  I collapsed into him, giving in to the sensuous strokes of his hands up and down my back.

  I heaved to catch my breath as my pussy finally settled down. Sweat dripped down my back and my stomach as I rested against Jace and his strong body. His dick stayed buried deep within me, until his body retracted itself of its own accord. I nuzzled my nose against his shoulder. I pressed my lips against his neck. He tightened his grip around me and held me closer than I’d ever been held before. So close I could feel his heartbeat.

  So close I could feel his pulse.

  “Catherine?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Are you all right?”

  I lifted my head, my eyes half-hooded with pleasure as a sloppy smile graced my lips.

  “Perfect,” I said.

  “So you didn’t feel…?”

  I furrowed my brow as I sat my body upright in his lap.

  “Didn’t feel what?” I asked.

  “Like you had to do that?”

  “Why would I have felt like that?”

  “Because I’m your boss. Because you’re my children’s nanny. Because you might have thought that you needed to do that for fear of being fired.”

  I brought my hand up to cup his cheek and ran my thumb along his lower lip. Such a sensitive and caring man. Always considering the feelings of others around him. My eyes danced between his, taking in the worry behind his beautiful stare.

  “I didn’t feel like I had to do that, Jace.”

  I watched relief quickly fall upon his gaze.

  “Good,” he said. “That’s good.”

  “Can I be honest, though?”

  “I always expect you to be,” he said.

  “Now that I know what you hide, I’m not sure if you’ll be able to keep hiding it from me,” I said with a grin.

  “Is that so?” he asked.

  His eyes darkened all over again as his hands fell to my ass.

  “I mean, that would just be a very teasing thing to do. Give me a small taste of all of that and then tuck it away. It’s like taking a child’s favorite toy away.”

  “A toy, huh?” he asked with a grin.

  In one swift movement, he was up on his feet. His hands gripped my ass, taking my body with him. I squealed as a smile crossed my cheeks. I wrapped my legs around his waist and clung to him as tightly as I could.

  “Yes,” I said with a giggle. “A toy. It’s not fair, you know. I figured you’d be a fair man, if nothing else.”

  “I always try to be a fair as I can be,” he said.

  I felt my back descend to the couch in the middle of the room as his strong body hovered over me. His eyes raked down my form while his licked his lips. It had been so long since I’d felt this wanted and lusted after by a man. It felt nice. It felt wonderful to feel like a woman again.

  “Well I can’t leave you going to bed with nothing but a taste,” Jace said. “That wouldn’t be very fair.”

  “No it wouldn’t be,” I said.

  “And I did tell
you I was a fair man. You know, when I can be. And I’m always a man of my word.”

  I felt his cock growing against my thigh as heat pooled in my gut. I stroked my fingers through his hair and guided his lips to mine. I moaned into his mouth. Caved to the heat of his tongue. I felt his body blanket me in comfort and security as he fell into my curves. Every part of me filled him. Every piece of excess I had seemed to fit within the dips of his body perfectly. He ground against me, his cock rubbing between my ass cheeks as juices started dripping from my pussy once again.

  “Jace,” I said with a whisper.

  “Tell me what you want, Catherine.”

  His voice puckered my skin, shooting goosebumps all along my limbs.

  “You,” I said as my eyes connected with his.

  I felt the tip of his cock slowly makes it way up towards my entrance.

  “I want you, Jace.”

  Then he slid into me without a second thought and filled me to the brim, giving into my commands and falling prey to my whims.

  Twelve

  Jace

  “Miss Caffy?”

  “Yes, Michaela?”

  “Pancakes?”

  “Oh, yeah! Can we have pancakes?” Ivan asked.

  “With blueberry syrup?” Dmitri asked.

  “Oh, so you guys want pancakes,” I said. “What about the eggs I just made?”

  “I’ll take those,” Jace said as he came around the corner.

  I stole a glance at him and he winked at me before I had the kids’ attention again.

  “Pwease?” Michaela asked.

  “Dad said he’ll eat the eggs,” Ivan said.

  “Uh oh. Is something Dad’s fault now?” Jace asked.

  “Nope. But you do get to have six scrambled eggs for breakfast,” I said.

  “Sounds like a decent appetizer,” he said with a grin.

  The two of us danced around the kitchen while I made the kids pancakes. Every once in a while, I’d feel his hand grace my thigh. Or tap my ass. At one moment, his lips quickly brushed against my cheek. And for the past two weeks, it had been this way. Stealing touches and moments when we could before unleashing ourselves upon the other once the kids went to bed. We still felt it was pertinent to keep our romance from the children. After all, they were going through enough changes and transitions for the time being. Michaela had expressed an interest in preschool, so she had just finished her first full week. Dmitri was still asking about his mother from time-to-time. Ivan was constantly asking back doing sports or going to a summer camp, which meant research on both mine and Jace’s part to see what would fit into our quickly-busying schedules.

  We figured adding our affections into the mix wasn’t good for them at the moment.

  I fixed up the pancakes and poured blueberry syrup over them. Jace delivered the plates so I could make myself a cup of coffee, then I watched as all of them began to eat. I’d never been a big breakfast eater. My main meal was lunch. Massive salads loaded up with all sorts of vegetables before being slathered in my favorite homemade vinaigrette dressing. That was where it was at for me. I watched Jace talk and play around with his kids on their Saturday morning, and every once in a while he’d look up at me and grin.

  And that grin would tell me all I needed to know about my evening with him.

  “So what are your plans for your day off, Catherine?” he asked.

  “Actually, I figured I’d stick around here. If it’s okay with you guys,” I said.

  “You wanna come play with us?” Ivan asked.

  “Dad said we’re going and doing a surprise today,” Dmitri said.

  “Oh really. What kind of surprise?” I asked.

  “If I told you, then it wouldn’t be a surprise,” Jace said.

  “Supwise!” Michaela exclaimed. “Swimming?”

  “No, sweetheart. We aren’t going swimming. But, the surprise does have something to do with water,” Jace said.

  I furrowed my brow as he took a massive bite of his eggs. For the rest of the meal, the kids hounded him. Begged for clues and kept guessing the most insane things imaginable. Were they going to a hotel to swim? Were they going to the public pool to swim? Were they going to the ocean for the day even though it was supposed to storm all day? Were they going to play in the rain? Were they going to fill the house up with water and swim around in it?

  I threw my head back at that one and laughed.

  “Are we getting a pet alligator?” Dmitri asked.

  “Where in the world do you guys come up with these things?” Jace asked.

  “I’m telling you. Their imaginations are incredible,” I said.

  “Or maybe they simply have an incredible nanny that helps them expand their imaginations,” he said.

  My eyes locked with his and he tossed me another playful wink. One that made me blush. I finished off my coffee and slipped by them, running my fingertip along the breadth of his shoulders. The children had stopped their questions and started eating again, giving us a moment to steal for ourselves.

  Then I headed back into my room to get ready for the day.

  We all piled into the car and headed into town. But Jace wouldn’t even tell me what we were doing. We drove by buildings and the kids gawked at how tall they were, asking all sorts of questions like ‘what’s that one?’ and ‘is that where you work?’. I looked over at Jace and saw a permanent grin etched onto his features. A small grin that lit up his eyes every time I looked over at him.

  He glanced at me and licked his lips, reminding me of my future to come with him once the kids were sleeping for the night.

  The second we pulled into our final destination, the kids went wild. Hot tubs and in-ground swimming pools were displayed everywhere, and they were out of their seatbelts before SUV came to a stopping point. They hopped out of the car and went racing for the entrance, and I quickly ran after them. I gathered the brood and waited for Jace to park the car and get to us, and I saw a broad smile trickle across his face.

  “Surprise,” he said.

  “You could’ve warned me, you know.”

  “If you checked your phone every once in a while, you would’ve known what was happening.”

  “And since you know I don’t depend on technology, the joke’s technically on you,” I said.

  “Daddy, took at this one!”

  “I like this one. It’s green.”

  “This one sits a hundred people!”

  “Can we get this one? It’s awesome.”

  “Pink! Pink! It’s pink, Daddy!”

  The kids ran up and down the warehouse as one of the workers guided us through everything. He talked about the specs of their most popular pools and hot tubs, then led us to the top-of-the-line ones. In-ground personal pools that could go as far as eight feet deep. Heated pools that could be kept up year-round. Pool pumps and piping systems and all sorts of things that boggled my mind to think about.

  “Daddy?”

  “Yes, princess?”

  “Is it mine?” Michaela asked.

  “This will be all of ours,” Jace said.

  “So I share?” she asked.

  I giggled and bent down to scoop the little girl into my arms.

  “How about this? When everything gets installed, you and I will go on a night swim,” I said.

  “Night swim?” Michaela asked.

  “Yep. I’ll put the boys to bed, then you and me will sneak out and swim by ourselves,” I said with a whisper.

  Michaela’s mouth dropped open as her eyes crept over to her father.

  “No Daddy?” she asked with a whisper.

  “Nope,” I said as I shook my head.

  The smile on her face set my heart ablaze. It was so big it closed her eyes. She wiggled down from my arms and went running off towards her brothers, her dark curls bounding around her shoulders. I looked over at Jace and he shook his head, trying to bury the grin he wanted so desperately to don.

  “Already conniving against me. I knew you’d fit in,”
Jace said.

  “It’s what girls do. Get used to it,” I said.

  By the time we were done, Jace had negotiated a very meaty contract. He was going to have an entirely separate building outfitting in his backyard. The pool and the hot tub would be entirely indoors, and there would be hookups for him to install a dry sauna in there for himself in the future. He pounded out the details with the pool company and the construction company they kept on stand-by while I wrangled the kids. The entire project would take around two months. A timeframe I knew wouldn't be acceptable to the kids. They’d be too excited to accept anything that didn’t happen immediately, so I had another plan in mind to keep them occupied for the day.

  I told Jace to pull into a small store and I quickly ran inside. There, I found a massive tarp, an intricate sprinkler that could be adhesed to the ground, and a nozzle to screw on the end that would help me fill up water balloons. I grabbed three packages of balloons and carried everything out to the SUV as Jace gave me a confused look.

  “All right, kids. You ready to go home and get this party started?” I asked.

  “Yeah!”

  “What are you getting me into?” Jace asked.

  “Nothing you have to participate in if you don’t want to. But trust me. You will.”

  An hour later, the sprinkler was going and the kids were already running through it. I had the tarp spread out with coolers sitting on the corners of it to hold it down, and I filled each of them with water balloons. I put dish soap on the tarp and filled it with water, making it as slippery as I could get it.

  Then, I dealt the first blow by chucking a balloon at Dmitri.

  His jaw gaped open at me before he raced for one of the coolers. Then, the war was on. We ran around the backyard, getting soaked by the sprinklers and busting our asses on the soapy tarp. Balloons busted everywhere and Michaela chased down her brothers with handfuls of the things. Jace wrapped his arms around me and picked me up, twirling me around before he slipped and fell in the soapy suds.

  I collapsed on top of him, and for a split second nothing else mattered.

  Water dripped from my hair as it cascaded down the sides of my face. It fell to the tarp, the ends of it getting soapy as Jace and I were transported to our own little world. The children were yelling and laughing in the background as they pummeled each other with water balloons. And me?