Bad Nanny (The Bad Nanny Trilogy #1)(84)

This girl, she can't take those kids to Vegas, and God knows if there's anywhere for her to study down here. And me, I could never move back to this shit hole in the middle of nowhere. I'd kill myself.

I start to panic and slick my fingers back over my hair.

“You're not down for another go?” I joke as Brooke blushes a little and turns toward me, reaching out to brush some hair off my sweaty forehead. The way she looks at me … that's a little scary, too, like maybe I'm not the only person in this room with a crush.

I'd so totally ruin her life though; I know I would.

I look down at her, her pale green eyes somehow brilliant in the dim light, her chocolate braid thrown casually over one shoulder, her body pale and perfect and curvy.

That's the problem right there, I think, as I look her over. We just haven't fucked enough. I've been taking it slow and easy with this girl, but I need to do what I always do back home. I need to spend days in this bed with her, fucking her slow and fast and hard and easy. Just over and over and over again until this weird possession and contentment I'm feeling fades away into nothing.

“Please say yes,” I croon, leaning forward and putting our heads together. If Brooke notices that I'm having a silent panic attack inside this crazy head of mine, she doesn't let on.

My right hand drops to Brooke's hip and squeezes the flesh, drawing a tiny moan from her throat.

“Okay,” she whispers as I sit up and flip her over, drawing her ass up to my hips. I tear the condom package open with my teeth and slide the lubed latex over my shaft, surprised that I'm already this hard and needy.

I guide my dick to her opening and push inside the wet, swollen flesh, loving how tight she clamps around me, how she wiggles her ass back against me with each thrust. I let my head fall back and refuse to allow my thoughts to overwhelm me. Honestly, deep inside of her like this, they barely register. I let my body become a hot, messy twist of sex and need, taking Brooke hard and fast and … angry? Yeah, maybe I'm a little bit pissed, but it makes for good, hard sex, drawing this keening sound from her throat that drives me completely up the wall.

Two, three more rounds of this and I'll feel better.

Honestly, it takes like six before I can even dream of stopping.



Monday morning.

How fucking exciting.

It's like the most chaotic day I've had since I got here.

“Uncle Zay, Dodger's dogging the chihuahua again,” Kinzie says as I struggle to get Sadie to take her bottle. She just flat-out refuses to eat this morning, screaming and wailing no matter what I do. It's not a diaper change she needs, not her fucking Binky, not a bowl of applesauce.

I even—and this is so fucking gross—took the kid's temperature with one of those butt thermometer things you're supposed to use. Nothing. No temp. The kid is fine.

“Okay, okay, I give up,” I say, putting Sadie back in the crib so I can scramble around and get the rest of the pack ready for school. Brooke had some school thing and bailed early so it's just me, myself, and fucking cocksucking I. “Where's the dog?” I ask as I pause next to the mirror and find that my hair is sticking out every which way; I look like a crazy person right now. Fuck, I feel like a crazy person.

“In the front yard,” Bella says, standing next to the door as Grace giggles and rushes down the sidewalk towards the road.

Holy. Goddamn. Hell.

I sprint outside and snatch the little monster under the arms right as a car zooms by and honks at me, flipping us off out the window as they jam down a residential street at fifty miles an hour. Fucker.

“Who let you out?” I ask the kid as she laughs and I drag her back to the front door, pausing to notice the distinct lack of dogging dogs. As gross as it is to see a Chinese crested mounting an ancient toothless chihuahua, I feel a wave of dread when I can't find the horrid sight anywhere in the yard. “Where are the dogs?” I ask Kinzie and Bella. “And who opened the front door?”

“They had to go to the bathroom,” Bella explains as she tosses chocolate hair over her shoulder like her aunt. “So I let them out. Then they started dogging. I don't know where they are now.”

I groan and slap my hands to my face.

“Okay. Get in there and find some clothes for school. We're already running late, okay?”

I usher the demons back into their lair and shut the door, jogging down the sidewalk to look for the stupid rats. God, I hate little dogs. As I'm running, my phone starts to buzz in my pocket.

It's Rob.

“Uh, yeah? Kind of busy right now.”

“Well make some time. Are the kids in class?” I'm panting as I run, realizing as I catch the curious stares of neighbors that I'm not actually wearing a shirt. Oops. I took it off after one of the twins slapped a sucker onto my back and the damn thing wouldn't come off. Told ya: their spit is like glue.