by M. Robinson
In a nightie.
With the sheets off…
It was hot as balls out, and I slept with the windows open. My skin needed to breathe, and Dr. Pierce needed I don’t know what.
He was confusing as he was straightforward. The man was a paradox of contradictions, frustrating me and making me feel taken care of all at once.
I’d never had that before.
I hated it as much as I loved it. I’d been taking care of myself for a long time, and I didn’t like the idea of a man coming into my life and thinking he was making it better.
He was.
But why?
Skyler said it was just what men were supposed to do. Especially a man like Aiden. I was taking care of his kids like they were my own, and all the things he’d done for me was his way of showing appreciation for the role I played in their lives.
Including his?
Danté always agreed, stating, “Honey, that man can afford it, let him pay for whatever he wants. And you haven’t even made your ass clap on his dick yet. Miss Thang, your pussy’s magic!”
My and Aiden’s relationship was developing into something I’d never expected.
Friendly.
Comfortable.
Flirty…
Especially with the shit that would come out of his mouth. Again, the man knew no limits. His double innuendos and puns were always on point, only getting worse as time went on.
Making me want to laugh my ass off one minute and strangle him the next.
The kids and I continued going to the MC’s barbecues every Sunday, rain or shine, even though Skyler was now out of commission.
Her and Noah welcomed a baby girl into the world two weeks prior and were home soaking up as much time as possible with their precious bundle of joy. Or in the process of making another, knowing Noah. Baby girl Jameson was perfect at six pounds and three ounces with the cutest little button nose and the feistiest personality. Reminiscent of her cousin Harley.
Proving genes ran strong in those Jameson brothers.
Aiden never attended with us as a family. He always showed up hours later on his own. I assumed he was either mentally preparing himself or he was at the hospital doing his rounds first.
I’d often catch him openly gawking at me in my bikinis from across the patio. Finding an abundance of new bathing suits magically appearing in my dresser drawer one morning.
He’d eye me with a predatory regard, his fingers twitching to untie my bathing suit. Undressing me with his tantalizing stare.
To the point it made me wet.
For him.
And all he was doing was looking at me.
I also had the pleasure of witnessing some of the most endearing qualities about him. How I’d find his still frame sleeping in the rocking chair in Journey’s nursery. Wanting to be close to his baby girl the only way he physically could.
His back must have been killing him, passing out on that hard wood night after night. Sometimes I’d watch him on the monitor when I couldn’t sleep. He’d get up, holding his lower back. Trying to straighten up just to walk.
Without thinking, I found myself on Amazon. Two days later a very plush seat and back cushion showed up on our doorstop.
The next morning, a text woke me up bright and early instead of Journey. “How often is my body on your mind, Cami?”
I didn’t have to wonder who it was from, saving his contact under ‘Asshole’ in my cellphone. Usually, he’d call the house phone, so for him to be texting me felt like a bigger shift in our dynamic.
Although, he didn’t find his nickname saved in my phone nearly as amusing as I did. He’d called it one evening, helping me locate the damn thing in the couch cushions.
I laughed my ass off from the expression on his face. “Oh, come on… what’s my name under in your phone?”
He grinned. “Pain in my ass.”
I glared at him.
Now there I was a week later, sitting at the kitchen island while dinner was in the oven and I studied for my weekly exam in anatomy.
Jackson was at football practice and Jagger was tutoring a girl from school at the library. Journey was taking her afternoon nap, and the house was clean and quiet.
“Ugh,” I groaned, stretching my arms over my head to relieve my back tension.
Jackson, the little shit, hadn’t let up on his pranks. My butt cheeks and lower back were killing me. I think I might have pulled a muscle when I fell on my ass from his latest shenanigans.
To my surprise a fake, but very real looking tarantula was stuffed in his hamper in the laundry room the previous morning. Sending me to the tile floor, screaming bloody murder.
I hadn’t had my coffee yet, and I wasn’t prepared for his terrorist attacks. Catching me in a moment of weakness had become his go-to move to sabotage me.
I stretched my back further, looking over my notes.
“Parts of the body that are sexual are also called erogenous zones, such as, lips, ears, neck, collar bones—”
“And my personal favorite,” Aiden chimed in, walking into the kitchen. Showing up out of nowhere, he added, “The ass.”
I played it off like his comment didn’t affect me, clenching mine under the table.
“There’s only room for one ninja in this household and Jagger has already claimed that position. What are you doing here, by the way? You’re never home this early.”
Ignoring me, he questioned with a nod, “What’s up with your back?”
“Nothing.”
“Doesn’t look like nothing. It’s been bothering you since last night.”
My heart fluttered, realizing he noticed my pain.
“I’m fine.”
He set his things on the counter before sitting down in front of me. “Try again, Cami.”
I sighed, giving in. “Your pain-in-my-ass son.”
“What did he do to you this time?”
“Oh, you mean you weren’t watching on the nanny cam?”
“Must’ve missed it.”
See? Shameless. Doesn’t even try to hide it anymore.
“I was doing his laundry and he sabotaged me with a fake tarantula.”
“You hate spiders,” he acknowledged, knowing I’d only said that to Journey when I had to go to war with one on the patio with a broom recently.
“Yes, Mr. Creeper Man, I’m terrified of them. It scared the shit out of me, and I screamed my head off and fell on my ass.” I stretched my back. “I think I pulled something.”
“I see.” He casually stood. “Well, let me take a look.”
“No.” I jerked back.
“No?”
“Yes, no.”
“And why is that?”
“Because I’m not letting you look at my booty.”
“Sweetheart, I’m a doctor.”
“I don’t care if you’re a priest. You’re not getting all up in my ass.”
“Fine.” He shrugged. “Then go see your doctor.”
“I don’t have a doctor.”
“And why is that?” he repeated in an annoyed tone.
“What is this? Fifty questions?”
He arrogantly cocked his head to the side, waiting.
“I don’t have a doctor. I don’t have insurance.”
He didn’t entertain my answer, immediately coming toward me as I hastily stood, knocking my stool over.
“Ah, shit!” I shrieked in pain, holding onto my lower back.
“I’m checking you out.”
“What?”
“You know what I mean. Turn around and bend over for me.”
“Want me to cough for you too?” I backed away from him as he started walking toward me. “Do you talk to all your patients like this? Because it’s borderline sexual harassment.”
“It’s not sexual harassment when you like it.”
“I don’t like it. Hence, why I’m not showing you my ass!”
“Either you show me, or I’ll make you show me.”
“I’m no
t a child. You can’t make me do anything.”
“Not even if I give you something to suck on after?”
“Enough with the puns, buddy! You’re not seeing my ass!”
“I’ve seen your ass, sweetheart. Trust me, you shake it enough all over my house.”
“That’s different. I’m dancing.”
“Who are you shaking your ass for?”
“Journey.”
“Is that right?”
“Yes, that’s right.” My back hit the wall and my hands flew out in front of me like they were magically going to stop him or something.
He caged me in with arms, leaving me no choice but to stay grounded at his mercy.
Carajo. Fuck.
<>Aiden<>
I slid my leg in between hers, locking her in place. “Well now you have no choice. What kind of doctor would I be if I let you walk around here in pain?”
“One that minded his own business.” She threw my words back at me, baiting a reaction.
“You became my business the second you agreed to move into my home.”
“Agreed? More like kidnapped against my will.”
“Kidnapped, huh?”
“Whatever. You can’t keep this up.”
“Oh, sweetheart, I can keep it up.”
Her eyes dilated.
“When I became a doctor, I took an oath to apply all measures that are required to benefit the sick.”
Before she could argue, I turned her around, lifted her shirt, and dropped her black cotton pants to the floor.
“Aiden!”
“Relax, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” I gripped onto her narrow waist, applying pressure to her Iliac Crest. “Does it hurt here?”
She hissed, “Yes.”
“What about here?”
“Ah, yes!”
Moving down her Gluteus Medius. “And here?”
“Kind of.”
“If I apply pressure here?” I dug my thumb into her sciatic nerve. “Does it hurt there?”
“Ah, God yes!”
“Good girl.” I pulled her pants back up over her silk thong panties. “I touched,” I rasped into her ear, “but I didn’t look.” Lying through my fucking teeth.
My swelling cock ached with the need to touch her more. The smell of her arousal making it even harder to resist. It was taking superhuman strength not to rip her thong off and sink into her.
With my hand resisting the impulse to spank her ass, I let her go.
“So… now what?” she asked, not meeting my eyes.
I scoffed out a chuckle, walking over to the counter. Writing her a prescription for an anti-inflammatory and a muscle relaxer.
“Take this one twice a day and this one at bedtime only.”
She bit her lip, grabbing the prescription out of my hand, muttering under her breath, “Okay, thank you.”
I lifted her chin making her look at me. “Excuse me. What was that?”
“I said, ‘thank you.’”
“That’s what I thought, but I just wanted to make sure.”
She yanked her face away. “You don’t have to be all smug about it.”
“I came home early for you.”
Caught off guard by my confession, she narrowed her eyes at me. “What?” She looked at me with something that looked like hope and longing in her eyes.
Feeling our connection.
“You hurt your ass, not your hearing. You heard me.”
She hid back a smile. “Why?”
“I knew you were in pain since last night, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I wanted to make sure you were alright.”
“Oh…”
Those goddamn pursed lips were going to be the end of me. I was a deprived man, there was only so much willpower I had left. If this past month proved anything at all, it was how much I craved her.
Not only in my bed, but in my life.
I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to take care of her in any way, shape, or form.
It was instinctual.
She was my knee-jerk reaction.
This push and pull between us added to my longing of wanting her.
Needing her.
Feeling her inside me.
In my mind.
In my heart.
In the core of my body.
The way she was with my kids was probably the biggest turn on for me. And the fact she was my nanny meant I was fucked.
“Is there anything else I can do for you?”
She shook her head no.
“Well, you know where to find me if you change your mind.”
I backed away, fighting the urge to claim what already felt like…
Mine.
Chapter 15
<>Camila<>
For the last month, Aiden started coming home earlier in the afternoons on the days the boys had something going on.
Jackson had football practice, Jagger was tutoring again after school at the library, and Journey was down for her three-hour mid-day nap.
The boys carpool didn’t drop them off at home till almost dinner, so it gave us a little over an hour to be somewhat alone under the same roof. Sometimes he’d help me with my class work, other times he’d help me prepare dinner for the night.
However, my preferred times were when we’d just hang out. Laughing our asses off. A lot.
Each time we did, I couldn’t help but feel like it was the first time he was allowing it to happen. Letting himself enjoy life again.
Today marked my fifth month at the Pierce residence and two months since I moved in with them. He surprised me with a cheesecake, a favorite of mine that I had no idea how he figured out.
We were sitting in the living room facing each other on the couch with the television on in the background, celebrating my workiversary.
“I need to make sure to save Curtis a piece. If he finds out I ate cheesecake and didn’t leave him a slice, he’ll get upset.”
“I understand. A man needs to know his girl thinks of him when he’s not around.”
I laughed.
Curtis had been spending a lot of his time at the Pierces’ on the weekends. Aiden hated that he rode the bus to get to his house, but Curtis was determined to show him he wasn’t a kid and could handle his own.
Aiden respected that, but it didn’t stop him from purchasing Curtis an unlimited bus pass. Telling Curtis to use it anywhere he needed to go, especially if it was to his house in the middle of the night.
The man took care of everyone, literally.
I’m almost positive Journey was infatuated with Curtis. She was always extra sassy and adorable when he was around. The boys took him in pretty quickly as well and so did the MC family.
“You didn’t have to do this,” I addressed, changing the subject.
“I’m fully aware, Cami.”
“Not that I don’t appreciate... you know… the things you’ve done for me… because I do. A lot. I’m just saying… you didn’t have to,” I stressed, stuffing another piece of deliciousness into my mouth.
“Why is it so hard for you to just say thank you?”
“It’s not.”
Scooping up part of the filling, he brought it up to his lips, nodding, “Try again.”
I hated how I was so transparent to him.
No, I didn’t.
I shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do.”
“Can’t you ever just let one slide?”
He arched a brow with that familiar gleam in his eyes that always answered for him.
“I’m just not used to someone taking care of me in that way.”
“And your parents?”
This was Aiden to a T. He didn’t beat around the bush. He said what he meant and meant what he said, in everything. The man had no shame in asking me personal things, as if he had a right to know them. And my spellbound ass always gave in so easily. It was natural, our banter flew smoothly.
It was the strangest pull anyone ever h
ad over me.
If I thought about it anymore, my head was going to explode.
“They’re amazing.” I smiled.
Just thinking about my mom and dad made me happy. I still hadn’t seen them since I started working for the Pierces, but I’d spoken with them at least once a week in the last two months. Trying to be present in their lives as much as I could.
They knew I’d become a live-in nanny for my employer, not all the emotional bullshit that came along with it though. I didn’t want them to worry about me. They had enough on their plate and were getting up there in age. I was always the daughter they didn’t have to worry about, and I prided myself in that.
They knew about Sean, kind of... the less they knew about him, the better.
I kept those two parts of my life separate, pretty much like I was doing now.
However, I still spoke the truth to Aiden, “They had enough kids to take care of when I was growing up. They gave me what they could, which was love and affection, and in my opinion equally as important.”
“Agreed.”
“And your parents?”
“What about Sean?”
You’d think I’d be used to him ignoring my questions, but nope. He had no problem blowing them off. I was glutton for punishment, asking them in hopes he’d answer anyway.
You see, just because I was inclined to respond to him, it didn’t mean it was a two-way street. It was the exact opposite for him actually. He never answered anything.
“Sean was… Sean.”
“Meaning?”
“He didn’t know how to take care of anyone besides himself.”
“I see.”
“I mean, he hated that I wanted to go to nursing school. It’s why it took me so long to follow through with it. I wanted his support on my dreams, but it never came. In his mind, he was already giving me everything I ever wanted. When, in reality, he was giving me what he wanted.”
“He didn’t want to lose you, and I can see why.”
I smirked, taking another bite. “He did try to pay off my student loans when I started working for you, but I threw him out of my apartment with his money. God knows where he came up with the cash, and I couldn’t live with myself knowing it was probably blood money.”
“Does he have a record?”
“No. Sean’s too smart for that.”
