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

Chapter 14

Drew

Nancy's lips crash against mine, matching the intensity of my own desperate need. Her fingers tangle in my hair, nails scraping lightly against my scalp in a way that sends tingles racing down my spine.

When we finally part for air, her chest heaving against mine, I'm struck by the fire blazing in her eyes.

The dim light from the lamp in the corner shines across Nancy's face as she looks up at me with those captivating green eyes. My heart pounds in my chest as I take in her soft curves outlined by the knitted sweater she's wearing.

She's always seemed self-conscious about her body, but to me, she's the most beautiful woman in the world. I reach out and gently push a stray lock of her brown hair behind her ear. She trembles slightly at my touch, her cheeks flushing.

"You're so gorgeous, Nancy. Every inch of you."

A faint smile plays across her lips as she holds my gaze. There's a longing there, a yearning I've noticed for months now whenever we're together. Tonight, I'm finally going to do something about it.

Leaning in, I capture her lips with mine. She tastes of cherry lip gloss and something intoxicatingly Nancy. Our mouths move together, tenderly at first, then with growing hunger. One of my hands slips around to the back of her neck while the other finds her waist, pulling her softer form against my harder one.

Nancy lets out a little whimper against my lips. Taking that as encouragement, I deepen the kiss, sweeping my tongue into her mouth. She eagerly meets me, our passion building until we're both starved for air. Reluctantly, I pull back, both of us panting.

"Drew..." she breathes, pupils blown wide with arousal. Her hands roam across the muscles of my shoulders and my chest, leaving tingles in their wake.

Something primal stirs within me at her touch, at the way she's looking at me like she wants to devour me. I capture her mouth again in another searing kiss, backing her up until she's pressed against the wall. One of her legs winds around my hip as our bodies grind shamelessly together.

I tear my lips from hers, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jawline and down her slender neck. Nancy arches against me with a gasp. My hands tug impatiently at the hem of her sweater, desperate to get to the soft skin beneath.

She seems to read my mind and quickly strips it off over her head. I drink in the sight of her clad in just a lace bra and shorts now. So much creamy skin exposed, just begging for my lips, my tongue, my teeth.

Groaning, I dip my head and blaze a path of kisses across her clavicle, down to the swell of her breasts straining against the flimsy fabric of her bra. Nancy's fingers tangle in my hair, keeping me anchored against her chest as she squirms and lets out these breathy little pants.

One of my hands skims up the outside of her thigh, my fingers drawing straight lines on her delicious skin. I'm aching to take her, to finally make her mine, but I hold myself back.

I want to savor this, to worship every curve and freckle until she's trembling and incoherent with want. Trailing lower, I drop hot opened-mouthed kisses along the underside of her breasts, feeling her rapid heartbeat against my lips. Nancy keens and arches her back, silently begging for more...

"God, Drew," she pants, "you make me so mad sometimes. But damn it, you're hot when you're all worked up like this."

A ragged chuckle escapes me at that. "Right back at you, love. You're gorgeous when you're handing me my ass."

She grins, a wicked curl of lips that has desire pooling molten in my core. Then she's kissing me again, harder this time, with an edge of teeth that speaks to her own simmering frustration. I growl low in my throat, hands roaming greedily over the fleshy curves of her body as I back her up against my desk.

In one fluid motion, I lift Nancy onto the polished wooden surface, wedging myself between her parted thighs. Her legs immediately lock around my waist, dragging me in closer as our kisses grow more heated, more frantic.

My hips grind against hers of their own volition, seeking that exquisite friction. She gasps into my mouth at the contact, arching into me. "Drew, please..."

The breathy entreaty is my undoing. With fumbling, eager hands I divest us both of just enough clothing to grant access to bare skin. Then I'm finally, finally sinking into her welcoming heat, and oh god, nothing has ever felt this right.

For several suspended heartbeats, we're both frozen, foreheads pressed together, shaky breaths mingling in the scant space between our parted lips. I'm overwhelmed by sensation, by the silken grip of her body around mine, the rapid thrumming of her pulse beneath my fingertips where they encircle her wrist.

"You feel incredible," I rasp, voice low and gravelly with need. "So perfect, Nancy, FUCK ..."

She whimpers in response, hips canting up in wordless encouragement. Taking the cue, I begin to move within her—slow, deep strokes that have us both trembling.

It's better than I ever could have imagined, being joined with Nancy like this. The slick slide of skin on skin, her breathless cries of pleasure muffled against my neck, the way her nails dig crescents into my shoulders... I'm drunk on it. Intoxicated. I’m already addicted to the press of her soft curves molding against my harder planes.

I push my pants and briefs further down, creating more room for my legs. The whole time, I leave my cock buried deep inside Nancy, enjoying the soothing sound of her soft moans.

It’s almost impossible for me to really process what’s really going on. This is Nancy I’m fucking . The realization hits me dead like a bullet between my eyes.

I’ve spent so many nights thinking about what this moment will feel like. Wanting her, craving her. And now she’s mine. It’s a surreal feeling, almost like it’s too good to be true.

Her back arches as I slowly slide into her again, her fingers tracing the scar on my chest. I lean forward and kiss her, enjoying the sweet taste of her lush lips. And then I start to thrust faster, the table underneath us groaning in protest.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills me with a heady sensation and I lean into that sweet feeling, losing myself to the beautiful rhythm our bodies make with each powerful thrust of my hips.

I can hear Nancy’s voice as she mutters relentlessly but I’m too far gone in my search for pleasure to make out the words she’s uttering. All I know is that the sound, hot against my ears drives me ever forward to a crescendo.

So lost am I in the burning pleasure of our joining, that I don't register the sound of the door swinging open until it's too late. A startled yelp has my head snapping up just in time to see Carlos and Nathan frozen in the entryway, eyes wide as saucers.

"Holy shit," Carlos breathes, an odd note to his voice I can't quite place. Shock, yes, but something else too. "Well, this is a plot twist if I ever saw one."

Mortification floods through me in an icy wave. I hastily extricate myself from Nancy, fumbling to make us both decent again as heat creeps up my neck. "I…we were just…"

"Having sex on your desk?" Nathan interjects drily, one eyebrow quirked. "Yeah, we gathered that much, thanks."

To my immense surprise, there's no anger in his tone. No betrayal or hurt. If anything, he sounds...amused. I glance at Nancy and find her watching the exchange with her bottom lip caught between her teeth, an unreadable expression on her flushed face.

"Look, I can explain," I start, not even sure myself what I intend to say. But Carlos cuts me off with a bark of laughter.

"Explain what, hermano ? That you finally got your head out of your ass and made a move? Took you long enough."

I blink at him, uncomprehending. "You're...not mad?"

It's Nathan who answers, lips curved in a small smile as he meets my baffled stare. "Drew. We've been waiting for this to happen for weeks now. You think we didn't notice the way you two look at each other? The sexual tension was about ready to combust."

"You..." I trail off, gaze darting between my brother, my best friend, and the woman I've just made love to for the first time. "I don't understand. I thought…I mean, you and Nancy, you're..."

"Together?" Carlos supplies easily. "Yeah, we are. All of us."

And suddenly, like the final piece of a puzzle snapping into place, I get it. The meaning behind Nancy's earlier words— we'll figure it out. Together. All of us .

She hadn't just been referring to navigating whatever was developing between her and me alongside her existing relationship with Nathan and Carlos. No, she'd meant…

"You want us all together," I breathe, eyes finding Nancy's. "The four of us. As a...as a…"

She nods, a soft smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "If that's something you'd want. I want you, Drew. Just as much as I want them. I don't want to have to choose."

For a long moment, I'm rendered speechless by the weight of her declaration. She wants me . Nancy, this incredible woman who brought light back into my life, into my children's lives...she wants me. Wants us. All of us, together.

I look at Nathan and Carlos, searching their expressions for any hint of hesitation or discomfort. But I find only warmth there. Acceptance.

"We're already family, aren't we?" Nathan says quietly. "You, me, Carlos. And now Nancy. Why shouldn't we just...make the best of a beautiful situation?"

Carlos nods his agreement, dark eyes twinkling. "Plus, now maybe you'll stop being such a grouch all the time if you're getting laid on the regular."

A sputtering laugh bursts out of me at that, some of the lingering tension dissipating. Leave it to Carlos to diffuse an emotionally charged moment with crass humor. And yet…

I let my gaze roam over the three of them—Nathan, my baby brother who's always had my back. Carlos, who's been more than just a friend for years now, but a brother in every way that matters.

And Nancy...my God, Nancy. She’s the missing piece I never knew we needed until she walked into our lives and made herself at home.

With a jolt, I realize I've already made my decision. Truth be told, I think some part of me made it weeks ago, the moment Nancy first smiled at me over my living room coffee table.

"Okay," I say softly, a grin tugging at my lips. "I mean I have no idea how this…madness is going to work, and I don’t know if it’s ever going to stop feeling weird, but fuck it, I’m in."

Carlos saunters forward and grabs Nancy by her arm. “Here. Let me show you how.” He spins the still-naked woman and, in one motion, bends her roughly over the desk.

He spares me a glance, grinning knowingly at me before ripping his T-shirt off over his head. His jeans are next to go, joining the discarded shirt in a heap beside his foot. Moving quietly, Nathan locks the door to the den, and then proceeds to step out of his clothes too.

The whole time, Nancy remains glued to the desk as if under a spell. Watching all three of them, I realize just how natural this is for them. How long had this been going on for? And how do I really feel about the idea of all us loving and fucking the same woman?

Carlos slams into her with a sure thrust, burying his cock all the way up to the hilt. Nancy’s short gasps and whimpers, as well as the slapping of Carlos’ thighs against her massive buttocks fill the room, the only other sound coming from Nathan as he jerks off while watching.

The scene fills me with a lust so powerful, it feels as if I’ve been bludgeoned up the side of the head with a baseball bat. I feel like an outsider, watching the scene playing out before my eyes as if through a screen.

Nathan steps forward and nudging Carlos gently aside, he turns Nancy toward him and plants a deep, provocative kiss on her lips. He settles her on her back, lifting one of her legs slightly.

There’s a wicked gleam in her eyes as she watches Nathan ease into her, and the sight of her head rolling backward when he’s inside her sends blood racing down to my cock.

Carlos bends down to toy with her nipples, while rubbing two fingers just above her pussy. Her cries are so loud I’m worried about Jason and Bella walking up to the door to figure out what the hell is going on.

As if hearing my thoughts, Nathan slaps a hand over her mouth, increasing the speed of his thrusts just as Carlos speeds up the motion of his hand.

It’s pure carnage. With a guttural moan and sightless eyes, Nancy squirts hot liquid all over both men, the force of the ejection sending drops of her fluids all the way to where I’m standing, watching quietly with my breath held, almost as if I’m in a trance.

I can feel my hardness thrumming in pure elation at the sight before me.

The assault doesn’t end. Obviously. I almost laugh out in surprise when Carlos replaces Nathan. He’s as relentless as his predecessor and in five quick minutes, he has Nancy cresting over the hill of another orgasm.

And then another. And another.

They take turns fucking the shit out of her, and to my pure delight and amazement, she keeps up with them for pace and enthusiasm, trading punch after punch with considerable mettle.

At some point, through the foggy haze of relentless orgasms, Nancy’s eyes finally meet mine. Her eyes are wild and hungry, and the wicked grin on her lips makes her almost feral.

It’s an invitation. You’re in this now, Drew. What are you going to do? Are you going to step up, or are you going to walk away? You can’t be in the middle anymore .

What do I want? I have no fucking clue. What I do know is that I’d be ten fools combined if I walked out of this room filled to bursting with carnal sin. With a deep breath that slams my conscience behind a massive steel door, I give in to my base desires and step forward.

“Say, Nate, Carlos,” I say, the sound of my voice snapping both men out of their sex-filled stupor. Nancy just watches me quietly, her lips parted. “Got room for one more?”

Grinning, both men exchange knowing looks, then as if sharing a mind, step back from Nancy, her juicy, throbbing sweetness wide open, waiting for me to devour it.