Damaged Goods: A Single Dad & Nanny Romance

by Rye Hart

  When my eyes started to get droopy, Logan flipped on the second movie, but I didn’t even make it to the second scene. I could feel Logan stand up and scoop me up in his arms, but I kept my eyes closed, content with just being close to him for a minute while he carried me up the stairs. He laid me gently on the bed and pulled the covers over me, kissing me on the forehead. He was the sexiest man I’d ever been with, but he was also so much more. I realized that for the first time in my life, I might actually allow myself to fall in love.

  CHAPTER TWELVE - LOGAN

  “Yes,” Kailey cheered, showing me her get out of jail free card. “If only it were that easy in life.”

  “Then we’d all be screwed,” I laughed.

  I watched Kailey laugh loudly and move her old boot across the Monopoly board. She had come in early and curled up in my bed, batting her beautiful eyelashes at me and complaining that she was really tired of watching movies. I laughed, pulling myself from the bed and chasing her playfully down to the kitchen, where we drank coffee and ate cereal together. The morning light was beautiful and the frost on the lawn sparkled in the rising sun. I caught Kailey staring out the window, lost in thought. I had to admit, after last night’s conversation, I couldn’t keep my thoughts straight either.

  What had started out as a routine safe house duty quickly turned into a torrid affair, but it seemed to go even further. I now not only thought of Kailey as incredibly sexy, but as an amazing woman with a big heart; one that she’d kept closely guarded most of her life.

  She lit up as she talked about her future plans—the places she wanted to go and the patients she cared for as an ER nurse. After breakfast I led her into the den, where I opened up a cabinet full of board games. She perused the games, tapping her finger on her chin for a few minutes before pulling Monopoly from the back and holding it over her head like the heavyweight champion of the world. I laughed and rolled my eyes, not remembering the last time I played a board game.

  “You’re pretty good at this,” I laughed, watching her count her money.

  “My dad always said, when it came to taking someone else’s money I was the champ,” she laughed. “In reality, I just really games that make you use your brain? Strategy games are my jam.”

  “Oh, if you like strategy games, you should try Catan,” I said, feeling my inner nerd shining through. “It’s this crazy game of strategy, and when you get bored with it, there are extensions for it. I used to play it with my buddies in college.”

  “That sounds fun,” she said excitedly. “But I don’t really have anyone at home to play games with.”

  “Well, maybe when this is all over you and—” Before I could finish my sentence, my phone rang, and I answered my sergeant's call.

  I hadn’t spoken to him since I took the assignment from the DA. I listened carefully to his instructions, shaking my head and giving my usual, “Yes, sir,” answer. After he had hung up, I sat there for a minute, just watching her laugh and shove tortilla chips and salsa in her mouth. I could only imagine what it would be like for her to go home and a part of me didn’t want her to.

  “Who was that?” she asked without looking at my face.

  “So, that was my boss,” I said with a deep breath as I mustered an excited tone of voice. “He says they caught the guy, booked him, and he was denied bail, so you are free to go home in the morning.”

  “That’s awesome!” she smiled. “I really miss my blow drier.”

  I laughed, shaking my head and taking the dice from her. I rolled them across the board and moved my piece, paying her an absurd amount of cash for landing on her property. We continued playing Monopoly until I had no money left and only owned like three spaces on the board.

  When I threw up the white flag, she pushed her arms in the air, standing from the table and doing a victory lap around the kitchen. She was so damn cute.

  We packed up the game neatly, and she picked a new game. This time, she chose the game of Life because she said she wanted to give me a chance to win something. I nodded sarcastically, laughing to myself. Of course, at about the halfway point she was already rolling in the dough and I was struggling uphill with a wife and four kids on a salesman’s salary.

  “I told you, you should have gone to college,” she said, shaking her head. “Now you're going to raise a generation of degenerates. It’s a sad state this world is in.”

  I looked up at her, raising an eyebrow and watching as she burst out laughing. “I sound like my grandfather,” she giggled.

  She spun the wheel again and watched it go around the board, her face showing that her mind was somewhere else. When the wheel stopped, I waited for her to move. She stared down at the wheel, lost in her own little world.

  “Hello?” I said, leaning down to catch her attention. “Earth to Kailey. What are you thinking about?”

  “Oh,” she replied, looking into my eyes. “I don’t know. I was just thinking about how I was going to miss having you around. You know, to fuck me whenever I want.”

  “I’m going to miss having you around to cook me breakfast in the nude,” I smiled, watching her roll her eyes. “But maybe we don’t have to stop.”

  With those words, her eyes immediately went dark and she stood up, walked over to me, and straddled me in the kitchen chair. She wrapped her legs around me and laced her arms around my neck as she leaned down to run her tongue over my lips. I could taste the chips on her tongue, and the wetness of her mouth made me instantly excited. I pressed my hands against her back, feeling her push down against my dick, which was already swollen in my pants. She could feel my hips move underneath her and she pressed her mouth harder against mine, opening her lips and letting my tongue explore.

  The heat of the moment was almost overwhelming, but at the same time, there was a passion in our kiss that hadn’t been there before. I could feel more than need and want on Kailey’s lips and I knew for a fact there was more on mine.

  We had spent the last two days acting like normal people, not just sex crazed teenagers, and we really got to know one another. The passion mixed with the lust was building faster and faster in my lap and I could barely keep my hands to myself. Her mouth tasted amazing and I reached up, grabbing the back of her neck and pressing deeper into her mouth. She played with my tongue like she played with my dick, hard and seductive.

  As I pushed my hips up, a small groan escaped her mouth and I could feel how hot she was through her shorts. This girl was driving me crazy and this time, I didn’t even care. It was our last night in this house, all alone, with no one to bother us. I wanted to make sure I tasted every single inch of Kailey before I let her go. If I had it my way, I’d be shuttling her straight to my apartment where I would fuck her in every single room and every single position. I was about due for a vacation anyway and I couldn’t think of any better way to spend it than locking the door and never coming up for air.

  As she ran her nails down my shoulders and bit down on my bottom lip, I could feel my erection grow stronger. She pulled back from the heavy kiss and ran her thumb over my lips, looking down at my mouth and biting at her own. She leaned forward again, brushing her soft mouth against me and letting the tip of her tongue caress my skin. Every time I went to take it in, she pulled back, teasing me and smiling coyly.

  That was it. This girl was going to get it.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN - KAILEY

  His mouth was hot and ready, and I couldn’t convince myself to pull away from him. I needed his passion like I needed his lust that first night. I could feel his hard shaft rubbing against my mound and it was incredibly arousing. I put my feet down on the floor and started to grind my hips against him, not able to stifle the moans escaping from my mouth. With every whimper and every sound, he pressed his mouth harder against mine, grabbing my hips and moving them just right. I could feel the wetness pooling in my panties and I could barely contain myself. I wanted this to last. I wanted to feel every part of him, every movement, hear every groan. It was our last night i
n this house and I wanted to make it count. Tomorrow, reality would set in and I would be forced to drudge through the days ahead, thinking about this man.

  I could feel Logan’s heart beating wildly in his chest as he grabbed my hips, thrusting upward in the chair. I could tell he wasn’t going to hold out much longer, and it felt so good. I could already feel an orgasm start to simmer deep inside me.

  As I ran my fingernails down his neck, feeling goose bumps rise all over him, he grabbed me by the waist and stood up, setting me down on the floor. I let go of his neck, not knowing what to expect. I really didn’t want to face rejection on our last night together. He looked down at me, his eyes dark and filled with lust, and his breath heavy. I watched as he pushed the board game from the table. As the pieces bounced across the floor, he reached down and pulled my shorts off before picking me up and setting me on the table.

  With his eyes glued to mine, he knelt in front of me and slid my ass forward, spreading my legs wide and moving my panties to the side. He gave me a boyish grin before diving forward and swallowing my pussy with his mouth. He licked my wet mound with the same intensity he had my lips and I screamed out, feeling his tongue swish back and forth across my clit. I could feel his beard move over my skin, the whiskers tickling my thighs. As he continued to lick me, pushing his tongue inside of me and back up through my slit, I pulled my shirt off and grabbed on to my breasts, rubbing my thumbs over my nipples. God, his mouth felt so good.

  “Mmm,” he groaned, licking at my wet, pulsating pussy. “Give me more.”

  I screamed out as he slipped three fingers inside me and held me down, pushing in and out faster and faster before pulling them out and shoving them in my mouth. I ran my tongue over them with the same movements he was using on my clit, moaning with a mouthful. My mind was racing, going from the feeling of his lips against my pussy back to his rock-hard dick begging to get out. I couldn’t make up my mind which one I wanted more.

  I reached both hands down and gripped the edge of the table, lifting my ass and grinding hard against his face. I fell back to the table and reached one hand up, pressing it against his head and licking my lips as I concentrated on not coming yet.

  “I want you to feel me come,” I groaned. “Fuck me now.”

  I could feel his mouth curl up into a grin as he ignored my order. His take charge masculinity was so hot I could barely contain myself. He was going to give me exactly what he knew I needed, whether I wanted it or not. He let go of my ass and slowed the motion of his tongue, teasing me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel the gentle strokes of his tongue from my ass to my clit and the pleasure was overwhelming. My arms relaxed as he pressed his lips against my wetness and stood up. I watched as he unbuckled his belt and took off his clothes, grabbing his cock and looking me straight in the eyes.

  He walked forward shoving my legs to the side and grabbing my hips, sliding his cock deep inside me. As he reached halfway, he jerked hard, ramming it the rest of the way. I gasped and arched my back, feeling him completely fill me, the warmth of his body pressed against my dripping clit.

  He looked deep into my eyes and began to push forward and slowly pull back out, barely even leaving the tip in before thrusting back in to fill me up. He slowly bent forward, sliding deep inside of me and grabbing onto my breasts, licking each nipple and sending electric waves through my body. As he fondled my tits, he moved his hips in short bursts, filling me over and over again, rubbing his stomach against my nub like a wave.

  “I’m really going to miss fucking you,” I gasped, watching his stern expression curl into a smile.

  “Who,” he said, thrusting hard, “says,” he grunted, thrusting again, “this has to end?”

  I bit my lip and reached up, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling myself up to him. I leaned back on my hands and watched as he picked my ass up off the table, allowing me to grind deep against him. I moaned loudly, throwing my head back before laying back down on my back and looking up at his lustful stare. He grabbed my arms and pulled be back up, pulling me to my feet and bending me over the table with force. He spread my legs apart and put his fingers inside of me before grabbing his hard dick and sliding it through my sopping pussy. He mounted me, running his fingers down my back and grabbing my ass as he moved in and out of me. I scratched at the wooden table, looking for anything to hold onto before running my hand down between my legs and grabbing onto his balls. He groaned loudly and began to thrust harder.

  As I reached up and grabbed the edge of the table with both hands to brace myself, I could feel his fingers spread my cheeks apart and he ran his thumb over my asshole. The feeling it brought surged through my stomach and as he rubbed his thumb in circles over my tight hole, I could feel the orgasm growing stronger and stronger. His dick was harder than I’d ever felt before, and my screams let him know I was getting there really fast. He let my ass go and grabbed my hips, pounding against me as his balls swung forward, slapping against my clit. I let go of the table and pushed myself up, arching my back as he grabbed my shoulders and thrust upward. He wrapped his arms around me and grabbed my tits, squeezing hard as he kept his momentum. I leaned my head back next to his ear and whispered softly:

  “I want to feel every inch of your cock when I come.”

  He growled and pushed hard inside me. He pulled out and twirled me around, pushing me onto my back. He lifted my legs up over his shoulders and grinned mischievously as he thrust forward, sliding deep inside. The table creaked loudly with every push, harmonizing with my screams of pleasure. As I reached back and grabbed the edge of the table, I could feel myself exploding. I arched my back and leaned my head backward, moaning long and hard, the orgasm taking over my entire body.

  At the same time, Logan reached down and rubbed my clit, causing my pleasure to crest. I closed my eyes and held my breath, letting the orgasm wash through me. As I shook and quivered beneath him, Logan leaned forward, pushing deep inside and pressing his lips against mine, groaning in ecstasy as he erupted. He grabbed onto my hands and pushed his mouth harder against mine as the waves of pleasure vibrated through his cock.

  For several moments, we laid there, locked in a kiss, whimpering with pleasure. As our muscles began to relax, I opened my eyes and stared deep into his. He lightened his kiss but didn’t retreat, kissing me deeply and emotionally as he grasped my hands above my head.

  At that moment, we were no longer two lonely strangers, we were one continuous lustful body, intertwined in emotion and pleasure.

  EPILOGUE

  EIGHT MONTHS LATER

  LOGAN

  Another successful protective custody on the books, I thought to myself as I climbed into my car and tossed my bag in the passenger seat. I looked up at the big white house and smiled as I thought about Kailey and the amazing nights we had had together here. It was hard to eat my cereal at that kitchen table without blushing, and I definitely thought about her every night when I laid down in that bed, imagining her warm curvy body writhing in ecstasy next to me. I shook my head, feeling my pants get tight and I laughed to myself. Still, just the thought of her got me excited.

  I pulled out of the drive and onto the road, watching the trees pass by as I made my way toward Detroit. It was nicer out here in the country with no loud cars, barely any crime, and actual foliage. Maybe one day I would buy a house over here. As I drove along, my stomach growled and I realized the day was so busy that I hadn’t had a chance to eat yet. I was pretty anxious to get home, so my stomach could wait.

  I drove through the city, passing my old apartment building and driving into the suburbs. I stared at the cookie-cutter houses all lined up in a row, each with their own little charm. It wasn’t the country, but it was definitely better than the city.

  As I pulled into the drive and parked, I smiled at the sight of the lights on in the house, giving me a warm welcome. I put my key in the lock and opened the door, pulling my boots off and setting them on the rug. I ran my fingers quickly through the pile of m
ail by the door before looking up, and taking in a deep breath. A strong scent told me something was cooking. Whatever was going on in that kitchen was magical and I needed some of it.

  I pushed open the swinging door and looked over Kailey, still dressed in her scrubs, stirring a pot of Beef Stroganoff. She looked at me and smiled, putting the spoon down and skipping across the kitchen to fall into my arms.

  “I missed you,” she whispered as I hugged her tightly. “Two weeks was too long. Tell the department to get off their butts.”

  “I’ll make sure I pass that message along,” I laughed. “You smell so good. I missed you like crazy. I swear, every time I get assigned to that house it’s like torture. Being there without you just seems weird.”

  “Well, as much as I loved that time with you, let’s hope I don’t end up back there anytime soon,” she said, smiling and kissing me hard on the lips.

  I watched as she walked back over to the stove and continued to stir the food. I took in a deep breath and stretched, glad to finally be back home. I had moved out of my apartment and into her home in the suburbs not long after we got back from the safe house. It didn’t take me long to feel like I was finally home.

  “I hope you like Beef Stroganoff,” Kailey said, looking down at the pot. “One of the girls at the office gave me the recipe and said you would like it. They let me off early so I could come home and have it ready for you when you got here. Honestly, I think they were just tired of hearing my countdown.”

  “My witness and I didn’t swap any recipes, but I think he could tell I was glad to get out of there,” I chuckled.

  “I’m sure you were,” she said, reaching for two bowls and putting them on the counter.

  “So, I wanted to ask you something,” I said, reaching into my pocket.

  “What’s that?”