Damaged Goods: A Single Dad & Nanny Romance

by Rye Hart

  “Two men and a woman were fighting in the alley by that nightclub Pistols. Guy gets pissed, pulls out a gun, and blasts the woman. The thing is, a girl from the club is out getting some air and witnesses the whole thing. Cops start chasing the perps, they catch one, but the other got away. The other guy got a real good look at this girl before running off, so we had to place her in protective custody until we catch him.” David reached down and flipped up the pages to a picture of the girl.

  Holy shit. I forced myself to remain professional, but she was gorgeous.

  “Her name is Kailey Powell,” David continued. “It was her twenty-eighth birthday party. She is pretty shaken up but more pissed that we wouldn’t let her get her own things from her house before taking her into custody. She’s waiting for transport at the Ninth Precinct.”

  “Are we taking her to the Hudson House?”

  “Yep,” David said with a deep breath. “I know this one isn’t too exciting, but it shouldn’t take long to catch this guy. His buddy rolled over on him, so we have full details. He is, however, armed and extremely dangerous. Apparently he is pretty heavily involved with the cartel, so we need to make sure this girl stays safe. Catching this guy might lead us to other arrests, and we will need her testimony.”

  “Got it,” I said. I stood and reached out to shake his hand. “I’ll go over there now and grab her.”

  “Thanks, buddy,” David said. “And, Logan, I’m glad that scum isn’t back on the streets.”

  “Me too, man. Me too,” I said, walking toward the door.

  After a parole hearing, I would typically find myself holed up in my house, looking at old pictures and drowning my memories with a bottle of scotch. I was glad duty called. I took my job seriously, which was why I never lost a witness. People tended to hate being locked up in the middle of nowhere, but it was for their own good. I grabbed my gun from the security check and hopped in my unmarked squad car. The Ninth was across town, so I stepped on it, not wanting to keep this girl out in the open any longer than I had to.

  When I got to the station, I checked in at the desk and walked back to the holding cells where they kept witnesses. The sergeant on duty walked me back with a grin on his face. He put the key in the door and started to turn the handle. He stopped and looked back at me.

  “Good luck with this one,” he chuckled. “She’s quite a handful.”

  As he opened the door, Kailey turned toward us, her hair a mess and her mascara staining her cheeks. Her eyes were puffy and it was evident she’d been crying. Now, however, she just looked pissed. Her hands were placed firmly on her hips. and her mouth was turned down in a scowl.

  “Finally,” she said with a sigh. “This place sucks. I really want to take a shower and relax. It’s been a really long night.”

  “She’s all yours,” the sergeant laughed.

  She was hotter in person than she was in her picture. Her long, dark wavy hair accented her piercing blue eyes. She was still wearing the dress from the club, and it was so short that a strong wind could show the world everything underneath.

  Her body was out of this world, and it was obvious that she took great care of herself. I looked at her smooth porcelain skin and big, pouty lips and cleared my throat. Immediately I knew I was in trouble. I shook my head, trying to force the inappropriate thoughts from my mind. She was a witness to a major crime and not some chick to pick up at a club. I walked over and picked up her bags that one of the female officers had gone to her house to collect. Though the safe house was fully stocked with food, the department didn’t provide clothing or toiletries unless absolutely necessary.

  The particular safe house we would be using had a special meaning to me. It was the first house I ever ran a protection detail on. The witness had escaped a serial killer’s attempts to skin her alive. She saw his face and knew his name. They caught the bastard just a few days later, but not in time to save the other girls he had already abducted. I could hear Kailey shuffling along behind me as we walked through the precinct. All the beat cops stared at her as we moved along. If they hadn’t known the situation, they might have thought she was just an incredibly hot prostitute. It didn’t seem to faze her, though. With her looks, she probably got a lot of attention. As we walked toward the side door, she stopped and looked at me, fear crossing her face.

  “We park out in the alley to get you out without being seen,” I explained.

  “Allies haven’t exactly brought me good luck lately,” she groaned.

  I held the door open for her as she passed through, my eyes naturally falling to her firm ass, barely covered by the thin spandex material of her dress. I took a deep breath and blinked, regaining my focus. Being around Kailey was going to be hard, but I had a job to do.

  CHAPTER THREE - KAILEY

  I looked up at the officer’s muscular arms as he tossed my bag into the back of the car and shut my door. At that point I was scared of everything, including my own shadow. I didn’t handle fear very well, and though I really just wanted to go home, I was glad they were putting me somewhere safe. My birthday had not gone as planned. I missed my party, and now I was possibly being hunted by some whack job who shot a woman in the head. It wasn’t exactly how I wanted to ring in twenty-eight.

  “My name is Officer Lane, but you can call me Logan. I know this is all a lot to take in, but I want you to know you’re in good hands. I’ll be staying at the house with you, and there will be several officers coming and going on their rounds.”

  As Logan talked, I couldn’t help but notice how attractive he was. His dark hair and blue eyes were striking. His body showed that he worked out on a regular basis, as his muscles were huge and alluring.

  “The house is about an hour outside of the city, and it’s important that you understand you cannot contact anyone while under our protection. Not only could you put your life in danger, but you could endanger the lives of anyone you tried to contact.”

  I hated the idea of not having my phone, but I nodded my understanding, looking down at Logan’s strong legs. His pants were tight around his thighs and crotch. It could have been worse. If I was going to be stuck in some strange place, it helped that someone as sexy as Logan would be there. I glanced at him as he stopped to turn on to the street. His eyes shifted toward me, running from my legs to my breasts. Heat ran through my body and settled in my cheeks, burning red on my face. I looked out the window so he wouldn’t realize I caught him checking me out, but a small smirk spread across my lips.

  As we drove, I glanced in the rearview mirror, watching as the car behind us followed slowly. I grasped the armrest and felt Logan look over at me. My nerves were on edge, and I couldn’t help but think that whoever was following us was trying to kill me. Logan looked up in his rearview mirror and patted my hand with a comforting smile.

  “It’s one of ours. They’ll be stationed at the end of the driveway,” he said calmly. “Relax, I’m going to take care of you.”

  I don’t know why, but the idea of this man taking care of me was arousing. I was the girl who usually ran the show, but after having a whiny and incompetent boyfriend, it was hot having a man take charge. His hand lingered on mine for a few moments before he put it back on the steering wheel. If he could have felt my heart beating, he would have thought I was about to have a nervous breakdown. In reality, the warm touch of his strong, rough hands was enough to get me going.

  We left the city and pulled on to the highway, going fast but not excessively so. The trees flew by as I stared out the window, trying to keep my mind off what I had seen in that alley. They tried to make me comfortable at the precinct, but every time I closed my eyes I could see that woman’s brains splattering all over the wall behind her. The killer’s face was so clear in my mind. I could tell you every wrinkle, blemish, and freckle he had. Though that was good for the cops, it was terrible for me. I had a feeling this was going to haunt my dreams for a long time.

  After about forty minutes on the highway, Logan took an exit tha
t said New Boston and turned left, driving down a long, winding two-lane road. Most of the area was wooded, with a peppering of small houses, all separated by several miles of trees. The area itself felt creepy, like something out of a psycho killer movie. I rubbed my arms as goose bumps erupted all over me. The sick feeling in my stomach came back with a vengeance. Logan looked over at me and reached for the air-conditioning dial.

  “I’m okay,” I said, stopping his hand. “I just want to get some comfortable clothes on and try to relax, that’s all.”

  “Well, you’re in luck. We’re here.”

  I looked out of the window as the car slowed and turned right on to a gravel driveway. The car behind us stopped at the end and parked, starting their watch. The driveway was about a half-mile long and surrounded by woods on either side.

  As we came to the clearing, the sun hit my eyes, and I looked up at a large white house with red doors and shutters. The windows were slightly tinted, but I could see the bars on the other side. Logan pulled up as close to the front door as he could and parked, getting out and coming around to my side.

  As I stood up and took my bag from him, smiling kindly, I noticed there were cameras all over the place. They were not only pointed at every single entrance point, but out into the yard and woods as well. Though it should have made me feel better, my heart began to race. I followed Logan up to the front door. He punched in a code and walked inside. The house was nice, with wood floors and comfortable-looking furniture. It almost reminded me of a country style bed and breakfast.

  Logan showed me to my room and pointed to the bathroom, leaving me alone to take care of myself. As I stood under the hot steaming water of the shower, I could feel the stress of the night before. I pressed my hands against the shower walls, letting the waves of heat wash over my body. When I was done, I changed into some yoga pants and a tank top before I went back to the living area. Logan was standing next to a counter, looking down at a computer. He looked up from his laptop and smiled, sending chills down my spine.

  “The house has everything you will need,” he pointed out. “There is a fully stocked kitchen and enough movies to last you a year.”

  “Hopefully I won’t be here for a year,” I replied.

  I wandered into the kitchen and looked through the cabinets. There was a ton of junk food, but nothing really healthy. I opened the fridge and smiled. It was full of vegetables and fruit. I pulled an apple from the drawer and grabbed a glass of water before walking back to the living room. I stepped in front of the movies, running my fingers down their spines. There were definitely a lot of them, but they all seemed to be from the early 2000s. There were some from all genres, and I decided to skip anything to do with murder or terror. I felt I had enough of that lately. I decided to go for something a bit happier.

  As I stood in front of the big screen television, I looked over at Logan still standing at the table, looking down at his laptop. He had changed his clothes and in place of the tightly fitting uniform, he was wearing a pair of sweatpants, a snug t-shirt, and a new pair of running shoes. His muscles tightened as he rolled his shoulders, showing a serious amount of tension. My mouth watered as I thought about how much I would like to ease that tension.

  “Do you want to watch a movie with me?”

  “Oh, uh, I really can’t. I have to make sure I’m alert at all times,” he responded.

  “You can be alert on the couch,” I said, plopping down and patting the seat next to me.

  “Thanks, but I’m good,” he reiterated.”

  “Fine, have it your way,” I sighed, throwing him a sexy smile. I could see his muscles tense and his jaw clench as I stretched my arms up high, revealing my tight stomach and belly button ring.

  It was going to be a long, lonely time in this house if he wasn’t willing to hang out with me. But at least I knew I could torture him a little. That’s where I would have my fun.

  CHAPTER FOUR - LOGAN

  I couldn’t help but stare at Kailey as she sat watching the movie. Her long dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders and her pants were so tight I could see every curve of her body. I watched as she leaned back on the arm of the couch, pulling her knees to her chest. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing any panties and I shifted my stance as I stared down at her, my dick twitching in my pants. I turned back to my laptop, trying to get my mind off her sexy body, but it was no use. I shut the computer and walked over to the couch, standing behind her to watch the chick-flick she had put in the DVD player.

  “I don’t normally watch movies like this,” she said, chewing on her apple. “But the thought of watching some scary thriller doesn’t seem too appealing right now.”

  I lowered myself onto the couch with a smile. She seemed a bit nervous, so I made sure to sit on the other side. The couple in the film decided, after years of friendship, that they would become fuck buddies, not possibly understanding the issues that a relationship like that could bring. From the corner of my eye, I could see Kailey glance over at me and bite her lip, placing her hands firmly on her lap. It was like she wanted to reach out and grab me, but she had restraint. I was thankful she was showing that restraint. I didn’t know how strong mine would be if she came onto me. Just sitting beside her was enough to make my dick twitch again.

  I relaxed my shoulders and leaned back as she changed positions, moving closer to me. Her hand brushed against mine and the touch of her soft, subtle skin sent heat waves through my chest. As we watched a PG version of a sex scene, I could feel the tension between us grow. I glanced back at Kailey. She was staring off into the distance, thinking hard about something. I thought she was just switching positions again, so I was caught off guard when her face came closer and her big pouty lips pressed hard against mine. Normally my first reaction would have been to pull away, but at that moment, it wasn’t an option. I grabbed her wrist and pushed back against her mouth, sliding my tongue inside to taste her.

  The way she moved her tongue, swirling it around in circles and pulling back as she sucked hard on my bottom lip, was intoxicating and I found myself wanting more. The sounds of moaning in the background set a mood predestined for disaster as I felt my cock grow harder. She moved to her knees and flopped her hair to the side, coming back for more. The taste of her mouth made me curious and I immediately wondered just how good her pussy tasted. She slid her hand slowly down my chest and into my lap, rubbing up and down over my hard cock. I groaned slightly before realizing what I was doing and pulled my mouth away from hers. She smiled slightly and sat back, taking a deep breath.

  “This is…I mean, you are so…” I said, fumbling with my words. My stomach clenched as she smiled coyly and bit her bottom lip. “Look, my job is to protect you. I can’t do this. I’m going to go take a shower and go to bed. If you need anything, as in you are in danger, yell out, okay? I’m a light sleeper.”

  With that, I stood and almost ran from the room, tucking the head of my dick back into the band of my pants. I glanced down at her as I walked up the stairs. It was so hard to tear myself away from her sexy body. I wanted to fuck the hell out of her right there on that couch, but I needed to stay in my lane. I was supposed to be protecting this girl, and not from myself.

  I started the shower and grabbed some clothes from my room, not wanting to be caught in nothing but a towel. The thought made me question how hot it would be if Kailey did catch me naked. I jumped in the shower and let the hot water wash over me, considering turning it cold. I pushed my hands against the walls of the shower and let the water rush over my head.

  When I closed my eyes, all I could see were visions of Kailey rubbing up against me, her perky tits skimming over my arm and chest. Visions of her icy blue eyes stared back at me through the steam and I grasped onto my rock-hard shaft. Slowly, as I imagined her stepping into the shower, the water flowing over her breasts, down her stomach, and between the creases of her pussy, I began to stroke my cock. I could almost feel her lips pressed against my neck as my hand slid up and do
wn my erection, bringing me closer to orgasm.

  In my mind, I imagined grabbing her around the waist and pulling her close to me before spinning her around and bending her over. Her long hair would be dripping wet, flowing over her shoulders, as I inserted two fingers into her pussy and rotated them round and round, listening to her deep moans of ecstasy. I grabbed the conditioner from the shelf and squirted a huge amount into my hand, lowering it down to run my cock through the soft white goo. As I tightened my hand and pulled it down the shaft, I imagined that I was sliding my dick deep inside of her, listening to her gasp as I filled her. Just the thought of my cock inside Kailey made me want to pound my dick hard, but I took my time, feeling my hands rub down my shaft, thinking about how Kailey would feel.

  From the living room, I could hear another sex scene on the television and my mind shifted, wondering if she was doing the same thing right now. Lying back on the couch, her tight pants pulled around her ankles and her fingers sliding over her clit. I could imagine her rolling her eyes back in her head, stifling a moan so as not to get caught. I saw the image clearly in my head and I was desperate to make it a reality. I wouldn’t even think twice. I would walk over and ram my cock inside her, giving her exactly what she was begging for.

  The dirty things I would do to her could barely play out in my head before another image popped up and I found my hand moving faster and faster. Part of me wanted to stop, run downstairs, and fuck the shit out of this girl, but I knew this moment was all I could have. I bit my bottom lip as I imagined pushing her shirt over her head and wrapping it around her arms, leaving her completely defenseless in my hands. Her groans and moans would echo through the house and out into the yard as I pushed her closer and closer to climax.

  I looked down at my bulging cock as it ran quickly through my hands, the sound of the lube imitated what I imagined her wet pussy sounded like as she grasped on to my back and let the orgasm overwhelm her. I braced my hand against the wall as I imagined the way her pussy would vibrate and constrict around my hard shaft, sending heat straight to my stomach. I squeezed my hand tighter and moved faster as my orgasm teetered on the edge. As her screams rang out in my mind, her juices dripping down my cock like the warm water rushing over me, I groaned quietly and released. I pumped my hands several more times, feeling my orgasm rush through all my extremities before I let go. My legs were weak as I sat down in the shower, letting the water soothe me.