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

Chapter 12

Nathan

The shop is as quiet as it usually is on a typical Sunday afternoon, the steady thrum of power tools and clanging machinery absent from the air as only Drew and Carlos man the shop with me. I'm hunched over the exposed engine block of a classic Mustang we're restoring, carefully fine-tuning the carburetor linkages.

It's engrossing work that usually allows me to slip into an effortless state of hyperfocus, shutting out all external distractions. Yet today, as I've been finding increasingly often lately, my mind keeps wandering no matter how diligently I try to rein it in.

Every time I close my eyes, flashes of memory bombard me—Nancy's kiss-swollen lips, her breathy whimpers muffled against Carlos's ravenous mouth, the scorching heat of her body as I imagined myself crowding in behind her.

My cock stirs insistently at the barrage of sensory recollections, straining against the denim of my jeans. Gritting my teeth, I adjust the front of my pants with an impatient tug, trying and failing to ignore the throbbing ache taking up residence there.

It's been like this ever since our charged exchange in the kitchen a couple of nights ago—a constant, nagging state of arousal that has me in its grip every waking hour.

Just when I think I've managed to regain some semblance of control and restraint, a single glimpse or stray thought of Nancy is all it takes to plunge me right back into the deep end.

It's become borderline maddening at this point. An all-consuming, ravenous lust unlike anything I've experienced before. My body feels like it's been inundated by the rush of potent pheromones spurred on by Nancy's presence alone, my hindbrain instincts taking over until all I can think about is conquering her soft, lush curves in the most primal way imaginable.

I'm at my wit's end trying to wrestle my turbulent need back into its box. The only solution seeming to present itself is to simply give in and slake this thirst once and for all, consequences be damned.

That, or…permanently remove myself from the source of the temptation. It’s a thought that fills me with a profound, hollow ache at its core.

The sudden rumble of an approaching engine cuts through my brooding musings. I glance up with a frown, watching as a sleek black SUV pulls into the lot and coasts towards the main garage entrance with a series of clicking turn signals.

As the vehicle draws closer, the trim, unmistakable figure visible through the windshield has me jolting upright with a shot of adrenaline, like I've been struck by lightning. I watch, utterly transfixed, as Nancy guides the SUV to a smooth stop and kills the engine in one fluid motion.

She emerges into the warm spring air a moment later, somehow managing to look effortlessly radiant even in simple denim pants and a tank top with an unbuttoned jacket to combat the slight chill in the air. Her wild chestnut curls whip around her face in the light breeze.

Beside Nancy, the rear passenger door opens and Bella tumbles out in a swirl of pink cotton and giggles, followed by Jason, an excited grin on his face.

"Well, what do we have here?" Carlos booms in amiable greeting, swaggering up to throw an arm around Nancy's shoulders with a roguish grin. "If it isn't our two favorite little bambinos and their even more favorite temporary guardian!"

Drew steps up alongside them as Carlos teases Bella, his stern features arranged in what I recognize as his "concerned dad" expression. I can't help the curl of fondness in my chest at the utterly endearing display before me.

"Everything okay?" I hear Drew ask Nancy in a low aside, his eyes raking over her and the kids. "Why’d you guys come? I hope nothing happened at home."

Nancy flashes him a reassuring smile, the kind that never fails to make my heart lurch stupidly in my chest. "It's nothing. The kids said they wanted to come, so I brought them.”

She turns her luminous green gaze towards me then, and my mouth goes instantly dry, a bolt of pure electric lust arrowing straight to my groin. Her eyes blaze with a decidedly heated look, scorching me from across the garage floor.

"And I was hoping to run a quick errand and get some supplies for the kids if that's all right? I asked if they’d rather go with me or if I should bring them here since I don’t want to leave them home alone," Nancy continues, her tone utterly casual and nonchalant around the kids even as that incendiary stare pins me in place.

The kids turn to Drew with expectant eyes.

“Oh,” Drew says. “That’s all right. You can leave the kids with us while you do that.”

Nancy tears her gaze from me at that, her eyes widening like she just realized something. "Actually, can I get Nathan or Carlos to help me?"

Drew’s expression shows he’s about to ask why but Carlos seems to get the hint of something and steps in.

“How about we both go with you? There’re also some parts for that engine Nathan’s working on that we have to get. We’ve been putting off driving out to get it. Perfect opportunity,” he says.

He gives me a look, and it takes me a disorienting moment to find my voice as I’m not sure what’s happening yet.

“Right,” I agree clumsily. “We need to get lunch anyway. We can stop by Billy’s food truck and grab tacos too.”

“Exactly,” Carlos agrees, grinning.

We’re off in a flurry before any questions can be asked.

I barely register Drew's skeptical side-eye as I move quickly toward the front where the car is.

"Okay…let’s all go then," Nancy says lightly, and climbs into the driver’s seat of the SUV.

The sugary sweet saccharine coating her tone is a thinly veiled cover for the molten sensuality lurking just beneath it.

Carlos lets out a raucous peal of laughter and tosses Nancy a wink, following behind her in his devil-be-damned swagger.

I clamber into the passenger seat beside Nancy—every stilted movement feeling weighted and clumsy with unfurling lust—while Carlos gets into the backseat.

The second we hit the main road, Nancy's knuckles go white where she grips the steering wheel, her jawline taut with tension.

“So…you want to tell us now why you really wanted one of us alone?” Carlos asks, leaning forward so he’s resting between our seats.

I glance at Nancy. Her mouth opens and closes a couple of times until she shakes her head and laughs nervously, deciding against what she was about to say.

“How could you tell?” she asks instead.

“I saw that moment when you realized you had an opportunity, right before you asked if one of us could help you,” Carlos says teasingly. “I wasn’t about to miss that.”

Nancy pulls over after that. We’ve driven far from the shop already, so we remain silent as Carlos and I stare at her.

She glances at Carlos through the rearview mirror, and although it is only for a fleeting second, the heat in her gaze is evident, clear as day.

“I- I um… gosh.” She grips the steering wheel and her eyes are focused with as much intensity as she had when she was driving earlier.

“Whatever you have to say, I assure you, you can be as open as you wish and we will not judge you,” Carlos says. The smile and excitement in his voice is evident, at least to me.

Nancy doesn’t seem to have heard it, judging from the worry that furrows her brows. Still, I notice the moment she hardens her resolve in the slight jutting of her chin and the defiance in her eyes.

She clears her throat softly and without looking at us, begins.

"You said you wanted me. You both made it damn clear how bad you want this with me." She pulls up to a red light and turns to pin me with a look of smoldering intensity, her lush lips slightly parted. "Well, I made up my mind. I want it too. I want you…all of you..."

I can only gape at her in stunned silence, paralyzed by the way those softly rasped words detonate like depth charges inside me, setting off a chain reaction of pure, undiluted lust.

I’m not the only one who is shocked at this turn of events. Carlos gapes at Nancy with open-mouthed bewilderment, his eyes jumping from her to me and then back again.

Nancy licks her lips, her hooded stare raking down the length of my body. Her eyes roll slowly toward Carlos in the backseat, and somehow, she manages to fix him with the same world-shattering stare. She has our attention now.

“Nancy, are you sure this is what you want?” I ask, although it pains me to do so.

“Y-yes,” her face burns a bright red, but she keeps her gaze level with us.

“I-I have thought about it, and I want you both. Carlos, Nate…I need you t- to fuck me. Both of you. If you still want this, then I want it too.”

The blush spreads, reaching her ears as well. She’s always been beautiful, but in that moment, she’s adorable as well. I doubt the image of her like this will ever leave my mind.

I exchange a look with Carlos, and he nods.

Her coarse words lance through me with the white-hot force of a lightning strike. A growl rumbles up from my chest, every fiber of my being going taut as a bowstring at her confession.

“We want this just as much as you do,” I say and grin. “Now, how about we show you just how much we want you?”

The last threads of my restraint and self-control disintegrate into smoldering ash as primal instinct takes over with the force of a tidal wave, fueled by days — no, weeks —of pent-up, raging desires. In a blur of motion, I lunge across the center console to seize her mouth in a blistering, punishing kiss.

Nancy whimpers against my lips, melting into me as I crush her pliant body against the door in my desperation to consume her. Our mouths fuse together in a filthy duel of teeth and questing tongues, all finesse abandoned in favor of pure, ravenous need.

She tastes even sweeter than I remember, like honey and sin and everything I've been torturously craving these last few maddening days.

With a guttural groan, I slant my mouth over hers at a new angle, licking deeper into her welcoming heat as one hand comes up to fist in her thick, chestnut curls.

My entire body feels like it's been engulfed in raging flames, nerves sizzling with building desperation to bury myself inside this woman's softness and never reemerge. Nancy writhes shamelessly against me, whimpering into my mouth as she scrabbles at my shoulders, my chest, like she's dying to map every inch of me with her greedy hands.

“Hey, save me a slice, damn it,” Carlos rasps. “I didn’t sign up for no VIP front-row tickets to watch you both eat each other whole.”

Carlos’ voice, as well as the need for oxygen, finally forces us apart. We're both gasping harshly against each other's mouths. Nancy's cheeks are flushed a ravishing shade of pink, her green eyes glazed and pupils blown wide with naked yearning.

Fuck, she's exquisite like this—utterly disheveled and yet somehow more radiant for it .

"God, you feel so fucking good," I gasp throatily, dragging my mouth along the sleek line of her jaw. Nancy arches her neck in wordless invitation, and I readily acquiesce, trailing a blazing path of scorching kisses and sharp nips down to the juncture of her shoulder.

“Sorry,” she says, smiling at Carlos. “I guess we got a little carried away for a second there.”

Carlos grunts. “Yeah, right. As long as I get everything he’s getting, mamacita. ”

“There’s enough to go around, Carlos.” Nancy’s low, sultry voice is like gasoline to the flames, and I find myself clinging to every word that comes out of her sinful mouth. “You have nothing to worry about. I promise.”

One of her hands clutches at the nape of my neck as her nails scrape electrifying lines across my scalp. The other creeps boldly down to palm at the rigid length straining against the front of my jeans, squeezing me in a rough caress that has me moaning into the fragrant hollow of her throat.

"You weren't kidding," she pants roughly as she works me through the rough denim, stroking me with a delicious friction that stokes the blazing bonfire in my core. "You do want me just as bad as Carlos…don’t you?"

She glances at Carlos, her eyes roaming down to the bulge and wet patch on his jeans. He glances down self-consciously, then his lips part in a feral grin.

“Enough games, Nancy,” Carlos says. “What’s the plan?”

She smiles at him, then puts the car in gear, easing gently into traffic. I lock eyes with Carlos in the rearview mirror, and the look on his face says, what in all the bloody hell is going on here?

Nancy seems to know the city well, and she drives with the ease of someone comfortable and at home in her town. She pulls up across the street from a popular hotel.

The White Horse is known for being a love hotel…and if there were doubts in my mind as to what the fuck is about to happen, Nancy bringing me to the Horse is all the hint I need to have.

This shit is really about to happen. This is fucking happening!

Carlos and I follow quietly behind Nancy as she crosses the street, her ass swaying dangerously with every step she takes. It takes all my will to tear my eyes away from her derriere.

After just a few short words with the concierge, we’re on an elevator headed to the sixth floor. The elevator ride up to our floor is sheer torture.

Carlos—who so far has kept his hands to himself, literally—yanks Nancy flush against himself as soon as the doors slide shut, caging her pliant form against the wall as his mouth slants over hers in a branding kiss.

She whimpers into his questing tongue, fighting him for control as they duel in a filthy pirouette of lust and longing brought roaring to life.

By some miracle, the elevator doors open to our floor and I'm able to steer the stumbling pair toward the room, tearing Carlos away from Nancy with some effort. He growls at me, murder in his hungry, vicious eyes.

I fumble with the key card outside our room, proof of the nervous energy racing madly through my body. The second the door clicks open, I hoist Nancy up into my arms and carry her inside, her throaty giggles sounding like sin made audible.

I waste no time divesting her of her clothes and tossing them carelessly aside before depositing her nude form on the turned-down mattress with a breathless groan of relief.

She's even more glorious than I'd imagined sprawled out thus, all that flawless golden skin and womanly curves fully on display. And who else to share it with than my friend, Carlos.

He steps into the bedroom and slowly takes off his clothes, his eyes never leaving Nancy’s naked, glorious body. His cock is as solid as a bar of steel, extended in front of him, with pre-cum dripping from the tip.

Holy fuck!

Nancy glances at him and the look of amazement on her face makes me cough out in laughter. I get eagerly out of my clothes and join Nancy in the bed, with Carlos settling down on the couch, watching us intently while slowly stroking his cock.

"Christ, you're perfect," I rasp in awe. Nancy gazes up at me with those brilliant green eyes dark as sin, licking her lips as her hands roam over my chest and biceps almost reverentially.

"Then take me," she breathes, squeezing my forearms purposefully. "Take me hard, Nate… make me yours..."

I shake my head. “Not yet.” I kiss her softly on the lips setting her gently on her back. The feel of her skin makes me burn with desire, and I grab a handful of flesh to convince myself this is not just some vivid dream.

I part her legs and kiss her inner thighs, my hands covering every inch of her supple body in slow, circular motions. Her soft moans crest sweetly over me, and my cock bulges violently.

Sniffing deeply, I bury my nose in her watery sweetness. Her thighs twitch uncontrollably, and her sharp fingers score the flesh on my back. Slowly, I run my tongue through her wetness, applying pressure on her clit.

“Fuck, Nate,” she gasps. “ Fuck me .”

I chuckle. “Not yet.” I lap greedily, working my tongue in practiced rhythms. I move with her, keeping pace with little difficulty and keeping her from any sort of reprieve from the sexual stimulation.

Carlos eases out of the couch and saunters over to the edge of the bed. He kneels beside Nancy’s head, his hardness inches from her face.

She grabs it firmly, the veins pulsating in her grip. Slowly, Carlos eases it into the back of her throat. Emptying my mind, I throw myself wholly into the moment.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Carlos grunts. “Suck the shit out of that dick. You know you want it.”

Nancy responds with a choked gag, and Carlos takes his massive cock out of her mouth. Before she can process, I stick my fingers into her sopping center, searching for her sweet spot.

Her moans are so loud, I’m worried the whole building can hear her. Surprisingly, I don’t care. Nancy’s back arches and she squeezes her eyes shut, her fingers clutching the sheets desperately.

“That’s it Nancy,” I whisper in encouragement. “Let it out.”

I’m expecting it, but the torrential flow as she orgasms still surprises me. Nancy twitches, her legs spasming uncontrollably. Carlos whips out an arm, and the next thing I know, Nancy’s bent over, with Carlos a hulking figure behind her.

He stoops down to kiss her on the side of her head, the only gentleness he has shown her the whole afternoon. He guides his shaft slowly into her, grumbling pleasantly at the sweetness between Nancy’s legs.

The sight of her round, fat ass thrust up in the air fills me with burning lust, and I settle on watching Carlos dish it out to her while I stroke myself to the sight and sounds.

Carlos, ever the brute, slams into Nancy so hard that the sound of his thrusts ricochets around the walls of the room. With every superhuman thrust, he utters a string of filthy obscenities, alternating between spanking and grabbing her ass.

Her cries wash sweetly over me, and I shut my eyes, moaning softly as I increase the pace of my strokes. A hand grabs my cock and my eyes shoot open in surprise.

It’s Nancy, thank goodness, and she’s bent over my cock. Without preface, she takes me into her warm, wet mouth. Stars explode in my vision, and time stops as she fastens her mouth around me.

Time stops, and everything around me falls away. Everything but Nancy, and her wonderful mouth doing beautiful things to my member.

With a possessive growl rumbling in my throat, I pull her forward and away from Carlos and then situate myself in the cradle of her hips. I pant like a ravenous wolf, my aching cock dragging through her slick, swollen folds.

Nancy cries out softly at the sensation, arching up into me wantonly as I grind against her. I can already feel our combined arousal starting to slicken the way, but I still pause to lave hot, open-mouthed kisses down the elegant column of her throat as I prepare her further, circling that swollen bundle of nerves at her center until her legs are scissoring restlessly at my sides.

Only once she's a panting, incoherent mess of overwrought need beneath me do I finally relent, latching my mouth over her pierced nipple as I sheathe myself to the hilt in one hard thrust. Nancy's back bows off the mattress as I impale her to the root, a harsh keen tearing from her throat that I instantly swallow with a searing kiss.

She's sublime like this—quivering and mindless with rapture, her lush body bowed and yielding so sweetly around my possession of her. I relish every gasp and whine as I set a ruthless pace, rocking into her welcoming depths over and over until we're both slick with sweat.

My name falls like a litany of prayer from her lips between breathless mewls and cries of bliss. The raw, visceral completeness of finally being joined with this woman in such a primal way after weeks of foreplay and simmering tension is nearly enough to undo me right then.

Somehow, I manage to stave off my release just long enough to hear the first tendrils of Nancy's orgasmic rapture rising up in a sweetly piercing crescendo. She bucks beneath me, locking her legs in a vise around my hips as she shatters apart with a series of throaty wails muffled against my mouth.

The wild contractions gripping me in scorching velvet friction prove to be my own undoing. I follow her over that blissful precipice with a guttural roar, emptying myself in long, pulsing spurts as ecstasy whites out my vision in bursts of pure sensation.

My vision swims momentarily and in the back of my mind, I hear Carlos explode into laughter and let out a string of curses in his native tongue.

I look up to find him deep inside Nancy again, hammering into her with frantic, scary thrusts that have her moaning and tears streaming down from her eyes.

“You…both had yours,” he huffs. “I got to get mine too. It’s only fair.”

Nancy rolls her head backward, her eyelids fluttering. Carlos grows tense and then cuts off his motion abruptly. He grabs Nancy flush against him, pushing forward, deeper into her as he shudders in blissful ecstasy.

In the hazy aftermath, the three of us lay quietly in the ruined bed, our labored breaths slowly evening out. I can still feel a throbbing in my groin, but I sigh contentedly. That was better than anything I could have envisioned.

As if echoing all our thoughts, Carlos leans upward and says, “So…is anybody going to talk about how fucking weird that was?”

I have no idea how to respond, so I remain silent, choosing instead to savor the sweetness of the moment.

Nancy, though, smacks Carlos on the arm. “I’m trying not to be embarrassed as it is! Shut up and let’s get dressed. We still have to go do the shopping we talked about before Drew has our heads.”