Military Daddies’ Nanny (Lucky Women’s Daddies Reverse Harem #1)

Chapter 10

Carlos

The table's finally cleared and the Johnson clan has dispersed after another one of my home-cooked feasts. Drew's back in his den working, Nathan's holed up in the garage tinkering with some engine project, and the kids are off doing their own thing.

Which just leaves me and Nancy alone in the kitchen as I start tackling the mountain of dirty dishes and cookware left over from my carne asada efforts.

I don't mind doing this part solo, though. There's something soothing about the simple, methodical act of cleaning up after cooking a hearty meal for my makeshift familia .

With the Black Crowes album I threw on as background music, and the warm, sudsy water sloshing soothingly in the wide ceramic sink, I find myself getting into an easy rhythm - scrubbing, rinsing, drying, then stacking everything neatly on the counter to put away later.

I'm so zoned out in the tranquil ritual that the sound of footsteps approaching makes me nearly jump out of my skin.

"Need some help?" Nancy's soft voice pipes up from behind me.

I glance over my shoulder, my breath catching in my throat like it always does whenever this woman is around. Her green eyes are warm and inviting, her plump lips quirked in a friendly smile as she tucks a loose strand of chestnut hair behind her ear.

She's changed into an oversized sweater and a pair of ridiculously short cotton shorts that shouldn't be legal considering the way they frame every luscious curve of her thighs and ass. The girl has no clue how lethally sexy she is, I swear.

"Nah, it's all good, mamacita ," I reply, aiming for a casual tone as I return my focus to the dishes. "I got a whole system going on here. But you're welcome to join me if you'd like."

Nancy doesn't hesitate before rolling up the sleeves of her chunky sweater and stepping up beside me at the sink.

We work together in a comfortable silence, her slender arms brushing against mine whenever she reaches across me for another dish to dry. The closeness of her body sends tingles racing through me, heightening my already raging arousal for her.

We just met, and already this woman is all I can seem to think about. Everything about her fogs over my usually hyper-focused brain with a thick haze of raw lust and gotta-have-her hunger.

She keeps sneaking little sideways glances my way too, like she can sense the smoldering tension radiating between us right now. Those big, soulful eyes seem to bore right through me, leaving me feeling unsettled and needy as fuck in their wake.

I should say something, some kind of witty, charming remark to kick-start a friendly rapport between us. Drew and Nathan are the silent, brooding types in need of a buffer, but flirty small talk is usually my strong suit.

Yet even as I open my mouth in an attempt at casual conversation, I get completely derailed by the enticing view of Nancy bending over to load the dishwasher rack, her skimpy shorts riding up to frame her lush, round ass in the most indecent way imaginable.

My throat goes bone dry, my cock so hard it's fucking painful. Jesus, this woman is going to be the absolute death of me.

Finally, after what feels like an interminable stretch in which I just ogle her shamelessly, Nancy straightens up and turns to face me with a curious look.

"So, you live here with Drew and Nathan, huh?" she asks, giving me an easy conversational opening. "How did you guys all meet, anyway?"

I force my gaze up to her face, clearing my throat roughly. "Uh…sort of. I have my own apartment, about twenty minutes from here, but I use one of the spare rooms here a lot. Drew and Nathan are the family I never had, you know? We go way back, all the way to our army days."

I leave out the fact that my visits have become much more frequent because of her presence.

Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise and interest. "No kidding? You were all in the military together?"

I nod, finally starting to regain my conversational footing as I eagerly grasp the subject she's opened up between us. Keeping things casual is the only way I'll make it through this torture without ripping her clothes off.

"I never really had a family growing up, you know?" I explain, shoving my soapy hands back into the warm dishwater. “I grew up an orphan on the streets and picked up some Spanish messing around with gangs when I was younger. At the time, it didn’t look like I had a lot of options in life. Shit got messy on the streets, and at seventeen, I disappeared, running away from a life I could never claim was beautiful.”

Nancy's face falls into an empathetic frown and I wave it off reassuringly before she can react.

"Don't worry about it, mamacita , that was a lifetime ago. Not that I missed too much being an orphan. Turns out my dad was a raging alcoholic asshole, and my mom…well let’s just say she didn’t hang around after dad bailed on her.”

Flashing her a grin, I carry on with my tale. "Anyway, I bounced around for a few months before finally getting fed up with the struggle. That's when I decided to just bite the bullet and enlist."

I can't help the way my voice lowers fondly as I go on. "That's where I met Drew first — we got thrown together in the same platoon. Could not have been more different as people, but we meshed from day one. Had each other's backs through all the worst firefights and near-death fuckery you could imagine over the years."

Nancy shakes her head slowly, her brow furrowed as though trying to wrap her mind around it all. I know firsthand how hard it is for civilians to understand that shit, so I press on easily.

"About six months after we were first deployed, we got a new guy transferred into our unit—a scrawny little techie nerd named Nathan. Drew’s brother. He mostly kept to himself at first, focused solely on rigging our communications gear and the other gadgetry shit he was assigned to handle. But there was just something about the guy. He had the biggest heart of anyone I'd ever met, all hidden under that shy, quiet exterior. We wore him down eventually.”

I grin, remembering all the times Drew and I went out of our way to get a rise out of Nathan and include him in our shenanigans.

“Pretty soon, he became the little brother I never had."

I glance over to find Nancy watching me closely, a soft look in her eyes as she hangs on my words. And that's all the encouragement I need to keep going.

"Long story short, a few tours and about a decade later, we were finally all three out of the army, sharing beers at this shitty little biker bar back in Atlanta and trying to figure out what the fuck to do with our lives next. Drew had been saving up all his pay from his engineering gigs to start his own garage once we got stateside, but he needed investors and partners to get it off the ground.”

I pause to hand her some plates that need to be loaded into the dishwasher. I pretend that I’m not looking at her ass again, but I secretly watch her load them into the racks inside the machine with avid interest.

"So,” I go on, “Nathan and I did what any pair of dumbass adrenaline junkies would do — pooled our resources and used our life savings to help buy into Drew's vision, no questions asked. The rest is history. That rust bucket shop ended up being the fastest-growing speed tuning outfit in the Southeast before we knew it."

I shrug easily, a small smile tugging at the corner of my mouth as I recall all the sweat and hustle that went into getting Johnson Automotive off the ground over the years. We risked everything on that dream, and have the success to show for it now.

"Damn," Nancy breathes out, her expression almost reverent. "You guys really are like a family, aren't you? You've been through so much together."

Something softens in her gaze as she meets my eyes, the air between us seeming to thicken with unspoken intimacy. My heart thunders in my ears, and I swallow hard, searching Nancy's face for a hint of the same swirling desire I'm feeling right now.

She lets out a shaky breath, the tip of her tongue darting out to wet those plump, rosy lips.

Fuck, she's going to kill me…

"Last night, I uh..." A hint of a blush stains her cheeks, but her eyes stay locked on mine, bright and searing. "I told Nathan that I find you two…well, you and him and Drew, actually… really—"

My whole body feels like it's vibrating, every molecule attuned to her and only her. Goddamn it, she's so sexy when she's being all shy and uncertain but still taking risks to put herself out there.

Without another word I move in closer, caging her lithe body against the countertop with my hips pressing insistently into hers. Nancy goes utterly still, her breath catching in her throat as she looks up at me with wide, smoldering eyes.

"You don't have to say it out loud again, bonita ," I murmur, my mouth a scant few inches from hers. I can feel the scorching heat of her in waves, her eyes dilating as her chest rises and falls rapidly against mine. "I think we both know exactly how attracted you are to all three of us."

A tremor runs through her, and Nancy's lips part on a shaky exhalation. I can practically taste the longing radiating off her.

"Carlos..." she whispers, sounding conflicted yet utterly enthralled. "This is…we shouldn't..."

"Shh." I cut off her protest by leaning in until my mouth is a hair’s breadth from hers, our lips brushing with every rasped word. "Live a little, mamacita . No dejes que los jueces decidan lo que está bien ."

She whimpers softly, the sound going straight to my aching dick. I lean in those last few millimeters to capture her plump bottom lip between mine, biting down gently. This time it's a full-body shudder that wracks Nancy's frame as she melts against me with a moan.

That's all the encouragement I need. Cupping her jaw in one calloused palm, I slant my mouth over hers in a scorching, devouring kiss.

Nancy mewls into my mouth, her arms coming up to clutch at the hard planes of my shoulders as she yields to my conquering tongue. I deepen the kiss ravenously, savoring the honey-sweet taste of her as I lick into her honeyed warmth.

Fuck me, but she's intoxicating . I could happily spend every waking moment with this woman's softness pressed against me, our bodies melded seamlessly together.

She fits me like a glove, her lush curves molding to every hard edge and plane of my own body as she arches and writhes against me wantonly.

One of my hands drifts down to cup the generous swell of her ass, squeezing and kneading that juicy flesh through the thin cotton of her shorts. Nancy rewards me by raking her nails down my back with a moan that makes my cock jerk.

We're both breathing raggedly by this point, exchanging a filthy clash of tongue and teeth as I walk us backward, pinning her up against the wall so I can grind my hardened length against the juncture of her thighs.

Nancy cries out at the sensation, her back arching like a bow drawn taut as I pepper hot, open-mouthed kisses along the slender column of her throat. She tastes like heaven and smells even better — the warm, musky scent of arousal clinging to her skin driving me absolutely rabid.

"You feel so fuckin' good, bonita ," I pant against her throat, sucking a stinging mark into that tender flesh as I roll my hips against hers in a dirty grind. "I knew from the first moment I laid eyes on that sweet body that you were made for me to—"

"Carlos? Nancy? You guys in—oh shit!"

The sound of Nathan's startled voice cuts through the roaring lust in my ears. I glance over my shoulder to find him frozen in the doorway to the kitchen, his wide hazel eyes trained on the compromising position Nancy and I are tangled in like he can't quite believe his eyes.

For one delirious, greedy moment I consider telling him to fuck off and mind his own business. I'm exactly where I want to be—buried between Nancy's soft thighs with her trembling and whimpering under my mouth's heated assault.

But then a wave of sanity rushes back over me, and I draw back from Nancy enough to give her space to catch her breath. Her face is flushed a ravishing shade of pink, those swollen lips shining with a combination of my saliva and her own arousal. The sight is almost enough to make me surge back in and claim that honeyed mouth in another savage kiss.

Only the self-conscious way she untangles herself from me and immediately crosses her arms as though cloaking her body reminds me that this situation has suddenly become significantly more complicated than just a flirtatious interlude between consenting adults.

Nathan hovers in the doorway, his face a mask of disbelieving lust and surprise as he takes in the scene in front of him.

His eyes are trained hungrily on Nancy, skating down the lithe lines of her body and back up to meet my own gaze. The intense heat in his stare has me hardening impossibly further, cock pulsing insistently as I imagine him joining us in whatever debauchery was about to unfold.

From the looks of it, he wants nothing more than to dive into this tangled web we've spun together, his need to possess Nancy's body clearly a match for my own.

"You told me last night that you like all three of us," Nathan's rough voice shatters the heavy silence at last, his gaze zeroing in on Nancy with laser focus. "Now I'm just wondering—does that invitation…include us both at once?"

The question hangs heavy between us, fraught with tension and possibility. Nancy gapes at him wordlessly, her hands fluttering helplessly at her sides like she's not even sure how to process what he's asking of her.

When her wide, panicked eyes finally find mine again, all I can do is shrug my shoulders in a silent message of openness. Whether she wants to walk away or take Nathan up on his scandalous proposition is her call now.

The air in the kitchen is swiftly becoming charged and electric, sparking with Nancy's inner turmoil and indecision while Nathan and I stand back, our dual gazes roving hotly over every inch of her flustered form.

I watch the rise and fall of her ample chest grow more ragged, her eyes darkening with unmasked longing like she's actually considering Nathan's filthy demand. Part of me wants to rip her clothes off and take her up against the wall right here before she can change her mind.

Then Nancy does something utterly unexpected—she spins on her heel and flees from the kitchen in a flurry of soft brown curls and dizzying floral perfume, leaving nothing but a startled hush in her wake, and two savage men with bulging erections.