The Vampire King’s Nanny (The Vampire King Chronicles Book 7)

by T. S. Ryder

  Sloan arched a brow. “A woman’s scent is always all over me.”

  “This one, the reporter, she’s mine.”

  Sloan jumped up. “You’ve never had a problem sharing before.”

  Michael took several breaths in an attempt to dampen the rage mounting in him. “There’s something about Rachel. I’m not entirely sure what, but there is this magnetism between us. But you wouldn’t have known that. I’m sorry.”

  Sloan’s eyes widened and he sucked in a breath. Maybe his feelings about Rachel weren’t real. Perhaps he had tapped into Michael’s emotions. Their kind could pick up on each other’s feelings and they had been together for so long, their bond was strong even though they didn’t share the same blood line.

  Michael’s jaw clenched. “You didn’t-”

  “No. We kissed and that was all. She practically ran through the door,” Sloan murmured.

  Michael stared at him for a long while, an emotion that Sloan couldn’t identify flickering in his eyes. Then he abruptly wheeled around and headed back through the door, leaving Sloan feeling more perplexed than before.

  Chapter Four

  Rachel lounged on the sofa, flipping mindlessly through the channels. Her mind was still stuck on Sloan Ryder and the way he tasted. Like whiskey and sex. And then there was Michael, another disturbingly sexy athlete. She let out an aggravated sound. Get it together, Rachel. She had been fantasizing about the two men since she got home. She thought a cold shower would help to turn down her arousal, but here she was after a long cold shower, still thinking about sex with men she didn’t know.

  “I should take Oliver up on his offer,” she grumbled. Her friend was always inviting her out. It was his mission to find her a man so she could get laid and loosen up a bit. Those were his words. She let out a sigh and continued to channel surf.

  A loud knock on her door made her jump. Who could that be? She wasn’t expecting anyone. She got up, and wrapped her robe more tightly around her waist before walking to the door. “Who is it?”

  “Michael Pryce.” His smooth baritone carried through the wooden door.

  Rachel froze. What the hell was he doing at her apartment? It was nearly 10:00pm. She opened the door slightly to peer around it. “Hi. Um, what are you doing here?”

  His smoldering green eyes seemed to bore into her. “I came to see you.

  She let out a small laugh. “You’re kidding, right? Do you know what time it is?”

  “I do. I feel bad for not calling. I wasn’t expecting business to take so long.”

  “Mhmm. I see. Well, we can do the interview tomorrow.” She tried not to let her eyes roam over his body. Goodness, he looked amazing. His brows were creased, and he looked stressed. Rachel sighed and opened the door wider. “Is everything alright?”

  He stepped inside. “Of course. Like I said, I felt bad for not calling to let you know I wouldn’t make it home in time for our meeting.”

  “There is a nifty little invention called the phone.”

  Michael smiled. “I really wanted to see you.” His voice had dropped an octave.

  Rachel gaped at him. Oh, boy. His smile was way too charming, making her heart melt. Her cheeks flamed and she looked down at the floor like a timid child.

  “Oh,” was all she could manage to squeak. She was suddenly all too aware that she was only wearing a thin robe that stopped mid-thigh, and nothing else. Of course, she wasn’t expecting visitors, especially not a big, muscular man who seemed to take up all the space in her small living room. “Have a seat. I’ll grab my notepad.” She might as well get the interview over and done with since Michael was there, all six feet three inches of him.

  “I didn’t come here to answer your interview questions, Rachel.” He took a step toward her. He could still faintly smell Sloan’s scent on her, mixed with some flowery body wash. He struggled not to snarl his anger. “What happened between you and Sloan tonight?”

  Rachel gasped. So Sloan is the kiss and tell type, is he? Embarrassment flooded her, followed by anger. “Nothing happened.” Nothing much. “And even if it did, how does it concern you?”

  “I saw you first,” he ground out through clenched teeth.

  “Excuse me? Are you two having some sort of contest?” Hands on hips and eyes flashing anger, Rachel continued, “I’m not a play thing, Mr. Pryce. You should leave.”

  Michael didn’t move. He continued to stare down at her with a hint of amusement and lust. Her growing anger only aroused him.

  Rachel took a step back. Michael had the same lascivious look in his eyes as Sloan had earlier, not that she wouldn’t love to have a roll in the sack with Michael. She wouldn’t mind discovering what he tasted like either. Her curiosity was about to be satisfied, because he pulled her to him and captured her mouth. His lips moved gently over hers, teasing them open. She couldn’t help but notice the difference between his and Sloan’s kiss. Realization hit. What am I doing with Michael when I almost had sex with his friend? Rachel pushed against his chest.

  Michael reluctantly lifted his head. “What’s wrong?”

  “I made out with your housemate earlier.” She nibbled her lower lip. “There’s no way I’m getting involved with the both of you.”

  Michael’s eyes darkened. “What if we don’t mind sharing?”

  Her eyes widened to the size of saucers. Was he implying that the three of them…? No, he couldn’t be. But, the thought made her stomach flutter with excitement. She had never done anything so risqué. Could she be with two men at once? Michael grinned, as if he could read her thoughts. Rachel averted her gaze.

  He grasped her chin. “There’s nothing for you to feel embarrassed about, Rachel. Sloan and I would both revel in giving you pleasure that would blow your mind.” A tinge of jealousy presented itself when he mentioned Sloan. That had never happened before. His jealousy was, however, quickly replaced by anticipation. He always enjoyed sharing with Sloan.

  Rachel gawked at him. “Oh, I-I’ve never-”

  “You can start with just me,” he whispered, running his thumbs across her lower lip. His green eyes dropped from her face to the tie of her robe. Rachel watched, unable to breathe as he reached down to loosen the robe. She didn’t stop him because she wanted him with a fierce need that she couldn’t quite comprehend. The garment fell open, revealing her naked body. Michael pushed the robe from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

  Self-conscious, Rachel’s hands involuntarily flew up to cover her nakedness. She had been over indulging in cheesecake lately and knew that it showed. Michael grasped her wrists and brought them down to her sides. “I want to look at you. You are like a goddess.” His eyes roamed over every dip and curve. “Perfect,” he whispered.

  Rachel could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her sexual desire flaring out control. As if sensing her urgent need, Michael spun her around to drop feather light kisses along the column of her neck while his hands groped and teased her breasts and then slipped down further to brush over her mound. He dipped a finger inside, testing her readiness. Rachel moaned and ground her hips against his hand, begging for more.

  “You are more than ready,” he whispered in her ear, making her shiver. Michael released her to remove his shirt and pants. Rachel turned around to take her fill of his perfection. Her eyes widened and her breath hitched at the sight of his jutting erection. Talk about well endowed, she mused. He grasped her hips, pulling her toward him for a hard searing kiss before lowering her to the couch. His hardened length hovered above her entrance and she stared into his green eyes, clouded with passion.

  Rachel lifted her hips in silent invitation. She could no longer wait to feel him inside of her. Satisfying her urge, Michael breached her entrance, pushing into her with agonizing slowness. Her breath left her lungs in a whoosh when he was buried deep inside of her, stretching her beyond her limit.

  “Michael,” she moaned his name, her fingernails digging into his muscular arms. He began to move slowly, allowing her t
o adjust to his invasion, and then his tempo increased. A guttural sound rumbled in Michael’s chest as Rachel’s muscles gripped him like a tight fitting glove. Her warmth engulfed him, giving him the feeling of being home. He pulled out of her, and she moaned her protest.

  “Relax, gorgeous. I’m not going anywhere,” he said. He sat up and pulled her onto him. With both of her legs thrown on either side of his thighs, she was able to take him deeper.

  “Oh, Michael,” she breathed. “You feel amazing.”

  “You feel like heaven,” he rasped in response. Rachel threw her head back, pleasure overwhelming her as she neared her peak. Michael increased the pace, flexing his hips upward. His jaw clenched as he tried to hold on to his control but Rachel’s soft moans and the way her tight sheath gripped him were sending him over the edge. He closed his eyes tightly so she wouldn’t see them transform to a darker green. She let out a cry and shattered in his arms. Michael followed close behind, groaning as he shuddered, spilling himself into her.

  Rachel sagged against him, her heart racing and shards of pleasure still shooting through her core. As she returned from the stratosphere of bliss and was able to form a straight thought, she stiffened. She lifted her head off his shoulder to stare at him in horror. “We didn’t use any protection.”

  Instead of the panic she expected to see in his eyes, she saw a trace of satisfaction. “I was too caught up in my desire for you. The thought didn’t cross my mind.” When she frowned, he added, “I’m sorry.”

  She lifted herself off of him and did a quick calculation while reaching for her robe. She wrapped it around herself, suddenly overly conscious of her nakedness. “I suppose it should be fine.” She paused. “I have to say that was incredible. It’s been way too long for me.” She was sure he couldn’t say the same. He must have women falling at his feet and begging to go to bed with him.

  Michael studied her carefully. “Either you don’t go out, or the men in Denver are blind.”

  She averted her gaze, his compliment warming her. Plus, she was having a hard time focusing with him naked on her couch. He seemed at ease in his undressed state. Of course, with a body like his, why wouldn’t he be? “I don’t. Go out, that is.” She ran her fingers through her hair and let out a breath. “That shouldn’t have happened. We should have kept things between us professional.”

  “But we didn’t, and I certainly don’t mind.”

  Rachel cleared her throat lightly. “I don’t make a habit of sleeping with strangers.”

  Michael reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m no longer a stranger. Your hair is curlier than when I first saw you. I like it.”

  She bit her lower lip. “I, um, flat ironed it.” Okay, I’m making small talk with a naked sex god who is sitting on my couch. The entire evening, starting with Sloan and up to now, was just too surreal. “You should go.”

  Michael winced. “Ouch. I’ve never been kicked out of a woman’s house before.”

  “I bet,” she murmured.

  He stood up and quickly dressed. “Not a problem, gorgeous. We’ll be doing this again very soon. Next time, it will be double your pleasure.”

  Rachel’s heart stilled. He was talking about having sex with him and Sloan both. Her mouth opened and closed several times without any words emerging. He grinned and bent down to plant a kiss on her mouth. “Lock the door behind me.”

  Rachel watched him walk toward the door, paralyzed. Holy cow. I’m in so much trouble. But, for some reason, she felt a sliver of anticipation at the thought of Michael’s promise.

  Chapter Five

  Rachel looked over the article she had written with satisfaction. For someone who knew very little about the National Football League, she had done a great job. Sure, the interview with Michael at the stadium had been one of the most awkward times of her life, but she had gotten through it. She could still remember the way his piercing eyes had undressed her as he answered her questions. With each heated look he delivered, she remembered the night they had shared. To make matters worse, she had glimpsed Sloan on his way to the locker room. His gaze on her had been just as scorching as Michael’s.

  Now all she could think about was her in bed being pleasured by both men. She slapped her palm against her forehead. “Focus,” she hissed. It was just her luck to be attracted to two men, and her body couldn’t decide which she wanted the most. Neither could her brain, for that matter. Perhaps she wanted both of them.

  “There she is, my little sports journalist.” Oliver stuck his head around the door. “How’s it going, honey?”

  “Okay, I guess.”

  He stepped inside the office, hands on hips and gave her a look of disbelief. “Just okay? You’ve had the opportunity to watch hunky men in tights wrestle one another to the ground, and you’re just okay. I would say you are one lucky bitch.”

  Rachel giggled. “Yeah, I guess I am pretty lucky in the woman department, but not in the professional. I hope I don’t get saddled with the sports articles from now on. It’s not what I want to do.”

  Oliver shrugged. “At least it’s better than the advice column, which you abhor. Anyway, it’s Friday, and I’m hitting the town. Are you coming with?”

  “I wish I could, Olly. But, I have plans.”

  He gasped, clapping his hands. “A date? Finally.”

  “Uh, yeah.” She didn’t bother to explain that Michael had invited her to a game. He had also invited her to join him and Sloan at their house after the game. She was well aware what they had planned, and she had a few more hours to make up her mind.

  “You had better tell me all about it on Monday morning, you little hussy. I was on my way to see our miserable boss. I’ll catch you later.”

  “Later.”

  Rachel continued to stare at the computer screen. Did she have the guts to take Michael and Sloan up on their offer? She’d only known them for a matter of days. She let out a breath. I guess I will see what happens after the game.

  ***

  “Do you think she will give herself to both of us?” Sloan asked, eyeing Michael. He was leaned casually against his car in the parking lot of the stadium.

  “She wants to. I saw it in her eyes when I made the offer.”

  Sloan was quiet for a few seconds. “Will she be another woman passing, though?”

  Michael glanced at him, knowing precisely what he meant. “She’s different.”

  Sloan nodded. He still hadn’t shared with Michael the strange feelings he had for her. Staying away from her for the past few days had been difficult. The night Michael had stormed out, Sloan knew he had gone to see Rachel. When he returned home, he had been bathed in her scent. Sloan had shoved down his jealousy, for the sake of his friend. “Yes, she is,” he finally agreed.

  ***

  He smelled her before she came into sight. Sloan glanced up and there she stood, staring at them. She looked delectable in tight jeans that stretched across the flare of her hips and a tight fitted t-shirt that ended above the waistband of her jeans, revealing a sliver of skin. He straightened and swallowed as she approached. He could hear Michael’s heart rate increase. Sloan glanced at him, noting the look of wonder and lust on his face. It seemed Rachel had the same effect on both of them. He frowned slightly. How could that be?

  “Hi,” Rachel said shyly, her eyes flitting between both men. “Great game. Congratulations on the win.”

  Sloan grinned. “You didn’t know what the hell was going on, did you?”

  Rachel swallowed a smile. “Okay, you got me. But I did understand the winning part.”

  Sloan smiled and fell silent, leaving Michael to ask the question that he too was anticipating the answer for. “Are you coming home with us, Rachel?”

  Rachel gulped and nodded slowly. “Yes,” she whispered. How did she explain to them that she wanted them both without sounding greedy? Yes, she did crave to have them both touching her, inside of her. Michael smiled and ducked into the driver’s seat without another word
.

  Sloan held out a hand and waited for her to accept. She placed her hand in his and he helped her into the back seat, sliding in beside her. Her heart pounded in her chest as Michael drove out of the parking lot. There was no turning back now.

  She turned to find Sloan assessing her with interest. “W-what?” She asked softly.

  His gaze roamed over her face. “I’m trying to figure out what it is about you.” He looked forward, his eyes clashing with Michael’s in the rearview mirror. There was a look of curiosity on Michael’s face. He was no doubt wondering if Sloan also felt the hopeless attraction to Rachel. Sloan quickly shifted his gaze back to Rachel, who was staring at him with confusion. Not wanting to have to elaborate on what he meant, he dipped his head to graze her lips with his.

  Rachel gasped and pulled back, looking toward Michael. Surely he could see everything through the mirror. “Relax, Rachel,” Sloan murmured. “He doesn’t mind.” He pulled her closer to devour her mouth. She relaxed, letting him slip his hand beneath her top to brush against her breasts. “I’m going to get you warmed up, sweetheart.”

  Rachel sucked in a breath. Warmed up? She was already on fire from just his slightest touch. Sloan feathered kisses on the side of her neck while his hand slid inside her bra to pinch and tease her nipples. She turned her head so their lips could meet once again. His tongue delved between her lips. The thought of Michael watching them through the mirror excited Rachel more than she thought it would. Her tension and unease slowly began to seep away, leaving sheer lust. She squirmed as Sloan’s hands inched downward to unbutton her jeans. Her thighs widened to allow his hand to slip inside. His fingers brushed her clitoris, eliciting a gasp from her lips. Skillful fingers strummed her like an instrument until her orgasm neared. Rachel panted, her eyes lifting to meet Michael’s as she exploded. Sloan’s lips turned up in satisfaction.

  Michael gripped the starting wheel, thankful that he was turning into the driveway. He could feel his erection straining against his pants. He stopped the car and jumped out, eager to get Rachel inside. He opened the back door, taking her hand to assist her out of the car.