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

Chapter 11

Nancy

I wake up the next morning feeling restless and unsettled, my body still humming with arousal from Carlos' heated kisses and Nathan's filthy proposition from the night before.

Sprawled on top of my rumpled sheets, I stare sightlessly up at the ceiling as memories of our charged encounter in the kitchen come flooding back in vivid detail.

The rough press of Carlos' muscular body pinning me against the wall. The scorching slide of his wicked tongue against mine. Nathan's low, gravelly voice asking if I'd want them both at once…

A tremor races through me, setting my nerve endings alight. The ache between my thighs is an insistent throb, demanding relief that my own fumbling fingers can't seem to fully satisfy.

I'd ended up touching myself into the early hours of the morning, masturbating with desperate urgency to the memories of their smoldering eyes and virile physiques. Even then, I hadn't been able to shake the persistent craving for more building inside me like an out-of-control blaze.

I'm in way over my head here. And I have no idea what I'm going to do about it.

Sighing shakily, I force myself up from the tangled sheets and into the bathroom for a much-needed cold shower. The icy spray does help clear my lust-fogged mind somewhat, reining me back in from the precipice of getting totally swept up in the overwhelming hunger simmering inside me.

While I'm showering, I make the impulsive decision to call Jamie. Maybe hearing my friend's reassuring, straight-talking voice will help me start sorting through the tangled mess of desire and confusion warring within me.

By the time I'm cleaned up and dressed in a cozy sweater and shorts, the phone is ringing through to Jamie's number. She picks up after the third ring with her usual bubbly greeting.

"Well, well, if it isn't the infamous Miss Nancy making a social call! To what do I owe the pleasure?"

I flop back on my freshly made bed with a weary huff, suddenly doubting my ability to adequately sum up everything that's going on. Jamie and I have been close since college and the two of us have been through a lot together since then, but this…this might just be too much, even for our sisterly bond.

"I, um...I've gotten myself into a bit of a situation," I start hesitantly. "More like a predicament, I guess. A really complicated, potentially disastrous predicament involving some…morally ambiguous choices."

I wince at my own word vomit, waiting for Jamie's snort of bewilderment. But to her credit, she just hums thoughtfully.

"Well, don't leave me hanging there, Nance. You've piqued my interest now. Spill it. What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?"

Taking a fortifying breath, I launch into a quick recap of everything that's happened since I first arrived at the Johnson household and explain my overwhelming, confusing attraction to Drew, Nathan, and Carlos.

My drunken confession to Nathan about wanting all three of them. Then last night's heated encounter in the kitchen where Nathan outright propositioned me for a threesome after walking in on Carlos and me making out.

Once I've laid it all out, there's a long, weighted pause. I chew my lip nervously, wishing I could see Jamie's facial expression through the phone as I wait for her reaction.

She finally lets out a low whistle that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. "Hot damn, girl. When you get yourself in a pickle, you sure don't fuck around."

I groan loudly, rolling over to bury my flaming face in the comforter. Jamie has never shied away from complete frankness.

"Jamieeee!" I whine. "It's not funny! I'm having like, a full-blown sexuality crisis over here! Which part of me has suddenly become such a depraved horn-dog hellbent on sleeping with three different men at once?"

My friend snorts indelicately. "The incredibly hot part of you, obviously. Nance—let's be real. When was the last time you got shamelessly railed by a dude who wasn't making those disappointing little porn noises and nutting in under a minute flat?"

Wincing, I pull my face out of the blankets to stare up at the ceiling again ruefully. "Touché."

"I'm just saying, I wouldn't be freaking out too hard if I were you," Jamie continues in a more reasonable tone. "You work insane hours at a job where you're constantly surrounded by snotty little goblins. It's totally understandable that you'd end up embracing your slutty side a little when confronted by not just one, but three certified beef missiles like Drew, Nathan, and Carlos.”

"Jamie!" I hiss, cheeks flaming even as laughter bubbles up in my chest against my will.

"What? You're the one who ended up with a reverse harem situation on your hands in real life," she snickers. "Girl, if I was in your silky little slippers, you best believe I'd already have mounted those fine specimens and ridden them into the sunset by now."

I can't help but dissolve into scandalized giggles at her typical over-the-top bawdiness. We've had this same conversation about guys roughly a zillion times since our college days, yet it never fails to have me crying with laughter.

"You're insane," I wheeze out, hugging my pillow as tears of mirth leak from the corners of my eyes.

"Sane is boring," Jamie shoots back easily. "Come on, Nancy. Those kids of Drew's are finally starting to act like actual human beings again, thanks to your Mary Poppins magic touch, right? So why not pay yourself back by burying your cute little face between those three hunks' muscley thighs for a while?"

My laughter trails off into shocked giggles as her vulgar phrasing sinks in, promptly igniting another wave of arousal inside me. Suddenly, the vision of finding myself in that exact scenario is the only thing on my mind.

Heat pools between my thighs as I imagine myself situated between Drew, Nathan, and Carlos' powerful, muscular frames, one hand pumping a thick, leaking cock as my mouth works hungrily over the other, swapping back and forth between servicing them with my lips and my tongue while they tangle possessive fingers in my hair and growl out orders.

Jamie doesn't realize the erotic fantasy she's inadvertently sparked in me until I fail to reply, the only sounds coming through the line being my harsh, ragged breaths.

"Whoa, Nance!" she exclaims, her tone brightening with prurient delight. "Are you actually getting all worked up right now picturing them tag-teaming that pretty little mouth of yours? You naughty girl!"

I give a muffled whimper, my thighs clenching together instinctively as the explicit images keep playing out in my mind's eye. There's real, tangible hunger blazing inside me now, churning and expanding into an inferno that's quickly becoming all-consuming.

"Jamie..." I pant out roughly, one of my hands creeping towards the waistband of my shorts without conscious permission. "I think…I think I want them. All three of them. I want —"

The sound of soft footsteps in the hallway reaches my ears and I pause, looking at the alarm clock. My eyes bulge as I see that it’s past seven already.

“Uh…Jamie, I have to go. The kids must be awake by now, and I need to make sure that they’re ready for school.”

“Oh, of course. Do what you have to do. We can finish our conversation later,” Jamie says, her voice filled with understanding.

“Thanks, girl. And thank you for listening to my scrambled thoughts so early in the morning,” I grin sheepishly, even though she isn’t there to see it.

Jamie chuckles from her end and I can picture her shaking her head.

“What are friends for if not to listen to conversations like this?”

It takes me a monumental effort to wrestle my spiraling lust back under control and fix a normal expression on my face, before opening my door to see Bella, with her hand poised to knock.

Her face registers shock at my sudden appearance, but then it’s gone a moment later.

“Morning Nancy. I wanted to tell you that Uncle Carlos is making breakfast already, so you don’t have to worry about it,” she states, standing with her hands behind her.

I wasn’t expecting to see her there either. My phone is still at my ear. I smile.

"O-oh, sure sweetie! Thanks for letting me know. I'll be down right away."

Bella beams before turning to head back down the stairs.

"Was that the cute little princess herself?" Jamie's teasing voice pipes up right as I’m about to step out of the room.

“Shouldn’t you be preparing for work?”

She snickers softly. “I was going to end the call, but then I heard the little princess’ voice and got curious.”

I roll my eyes at her saucy laugh, but a small, secretive smile tugs at my lips. “I’ve gotta get going, though. I should be the one making breakfast, but it seems Carlos already beat me to it.”

I can hear the smile in Jamie’s voice. “Wow, nothing sexier than a man who cooks.”.

I snort a laugh as I finally step out of my room. "I should send you pictures. I have a feeling you're going to take one look at them and instantly understand what's got me so worked up in the first place."

“If they’re managing to get you all worked up after months of me trying to convince you to let loose and failing, then I’m sure I don’t have to see them understand,” Jamie jokes.

Locking my door, I laugh freely at her easy acceptance, the knot of self-doubt and inner turmoil inside me loosening its grip somewhat. Talking things over with Jamie always helps put things in perspective.

Maybe I don't need to write myself off as some sort of degenerate deviant just for feeling an intense physical attraction to three incredibly sexy men, after all.

Especially if one of them has already directly propositioned me for group fun while the other cheerfully made out with me in the kitchen.

Perhaps it's time I start learning to embrace the long-suppressed lustful, indulgent side of myself—without constantly restraining that part of me under a tightly wound blanket of shame and propriety.

"Thanks for being your usual, un-filtered self, Jem," I tell her affectionately as I go down the stairs. "I really needed one of our classic heart-to-hearts to get my head on straight again."

"Anytime, babe," she replies warmly. "Just call me up again after you've gotten your freak on with those three hunks, ‘kay? I'll need every filthy, delicious detail."

I shake my head with a snort even as fresh heat licks across my skin at her words. Typical shameless Jamie.

"You're the worst. But I love you."

"Love you too, slut-drop!" she trills before we exchange goodbyes and hang up.

My heart feels considerably lighter as I reach the bottom of the stairs.

When I enter the kitchen, I find everyone there already, munching on an assortment of Carlos' pancakes. The big man himself is holding court from behind the stove, loudly recounting some story to the rapt faces of Bella and Jason.

Nathan sits off to the side, at the kitchen dining, chuckling quietly as he shakes his head at Carlos's antics. Drew is sitting opposite his brother, slouched back in his usual self-contained pose, yet his warm eyes track my approach right away like they're magnetically drawn to me.

"Nancy!" Bella pipes up, waving me over with a bright grin. "We saved you a plate! Carlos was just telling us about this one time he tried to cook for the soldiers on their army base and ended up nearly burning down the whole place."

Carlos scoffs in mock outrage, laughter crinkling the corners of his eyes. "Hey now, I seem to remember cooking up those bratwurst just fine from where I was sitting, princesa . Your tío Nathan over there is the real arson risk, what with all the freaky tech-head gadgets he was always monkeying with."

I can't help my own amused laugh as I go to stand beside Carlos, his solid, heated presence sending tingles of awareness along my side as I grab my reserved plate. When I glance up, I find Nathan watching me with an indecipherable look in those intense hazel eyes.

My smile falters for half a second before I manage to recover it, heat prickling along the nape of my neck. Our charged moment from last night comes rushing back, along with the heavy-lidded expression he wore as he taunted me with the idea of us sharing my body together with Carlos.

I shift my weight nervously from foot to foot, pressing my thighs together in a fruitless effort to ease the insistent throbbing between my legs.

To my left, Carlos huffs out a low, dark chuckle—whether he notices my silent struggle or not, I can't tell. But the husky resonance of that laugh still manages to shoot molten tingles of arousal through my core.

I look up to find Drew openly watching me as well, his eyes a swirling mix of hunger and confusion like he's not quite sure what sort of effect the three of us are having on him.

Swallowing hard, I tear my gaze away to refocus my attention on Bella and Jason's animated retelling of Carlos' kitchen horror story.

Being confronted with the collective, overwhelming force of all three men's magnetism feels like a sensory overload, stoking the banked flames of need inside me into a raging inferno.

Inhaling a shuddering breath, I let Jamie's words echo soothingly through my mind. There's no shame in embracing my desires, especially when it seems that all three men share them to some degree.

As long as I go about things thoughtfully and don't allow myself to lose control, maybe it's okay to simply go with the lusty flow and see where things lead…

"Wait, hold up a sec," Jason interjects quietly, nose scrunched adorably as he frowns in confusion. "If Uncle Carlos was doing the cooking, and Uncle Nathan was in charge of tech stuff…then what did my dad do while you guys were in the army?"

The innocent question quickly sucks all the heated tension out of the room. I can't quite stifle the sharp indrawn breath or the way my eyes instinctively cut toward Drew, curiosity piqued.

The man in question clears his throat roughly, his expression closing off somewhat. "I, uh… well, let's just say I saw a lot more action on the field than these two knuckleheads did, most of the time."

"Your dad was the biggest badass this side of the Mississippi, enano ," Carlos says fondly, throwing a wink at Jason. "I did a lot more than cooking, but I’ve never seen a guy take out so many enemy combatants all while keeping the rest of us meatheads alive out there in the middle of things."

At his words, an image flashes through my mind of Drew looking ruggedly handsome yet deeply intense, dressed in full military gear as he takes point to shield his men from some unseen threat. His chiseled features are set in a mask of fierce determination, bulging biceps flexing powerfully under the weight of his raised rifle.

My inner walls clench with a sudden, desperate ache to have this commanding, take-charge version of Drew set his sights on conquering me in the most carnal of ways.

I want to feel that brute strength pressing me into the mattress as he claims me with rough, animalistic thrusts, every bit the ferocious battle-hardened soldier leaving nothing but possession and rapture in his wake.

I have to bite back a helpless whimper at the visceral potency of the fantasy, my body tensing as a fresh gush of arousal dampens the cotton crotch of my panties.

Suddenly, the room feels far too small and stuffy to contain my blazing lust and turbulent emotions. All the men's combined presence, their imposing sizes, and dominating magnetism, press in on me like a thick, suffocating fog.

My gaze skates from Drew's quietly shuttered expression of discomfort with being the center of attention, to Carlos' smug grin and heated onyx stare flickering with knowing amusement, finally landing on Nathan's own intensely focused look burning into me.

There's a silent conversation being had between the three of them, one I'm painfully aware of even if I can't decipher the nuances. A silent communication of shared history and desires and unspoken understanding that simultaneously fills me with longing to be a part of it and sheer terror that any misstep on my part might tear the whole night apart.

I need some space, some air to clear my lust-addled head before I do or say something truly stupid and out of character. Without any preamble, I stuff my face with the pancakes and hurry to make my escape.

"I, um...I just remembered I have some laundry that needs getting done," I stammer out lamely. All eyes in the room turn towards me, stunned at my outburst. "I'll be back in a bit, okay?"

I barely wait for an acknowledgment before I flee from the room, overcome by the sudden urge to put as much physical and mental distance between myself and those three tempting men as possible.

Even as I make my escape, I know that my decision is made.

Jamie’s right. I need to live a little.