Eric's Savior (Paranormal Nanny Services Book 2)

by Jadyn Chase

  My climax suddenly hits me without warning. It builds quickly in the center of my loins, deep within me, and as I come down on Eric’s dick it pulses through me in waves.

  When I’m done I bend and kiss Eric. It’s his turn now. For a moment, I think he’s content to let me ride him, but then his fingers at my hips are gripping me more tightly, and when I push upward, he pulls me off his dick. He moves me easily. He’s so strong. I lie down, and he shifts on the bed. I spread my legs for him, but his hand is on my thigh and pushing them back together. He guides me, flips me over, takes me by the hips once again when I’m lying on my stomach and pulls me up onto my hands and knees.

  He bends there, on his knees himself, and spreads my ass cheeks with his hands. His tongue is probing me now and it drives me wild. With his other hand he slides one, then two, and then three of his strong fingers inside of me. I’ve never climaxed back to back so quickly, but with him, I do.

  He keeps his fingers inside me, and soon I’m shaking as pleasure pulses through me again. I’m drenched in sweat now. My hair is plastered to my head, it hangs down in limp wet sheets over my eyes. After my second climax of the night subsides, Eric is finally ready for his turn. He keeps me on my hands and knees and positions himself behind me, using one hand to guide himself into me.

  He starts slow, making sure I can handle his massive member in this position, and when he sees I’m fine, he begins to really fuck me. I had rode him slowly, the way I like, working to get myself off, almost using him, in my way.

  Now, with me on my hands and knees, Eric is using me. I want him to, it makes me hot. I want my pussy to be the one that makes him come. I want to get him off.

  He’s pounding me, and each time he thrusts forward there’s a sexy audible slap of our skin meeting, his pelvis, and my round ass. Eric is on his knees, but he lifts one leg so it looks like he’s taking a knee during a basketball game to listen to his coach. It changes the angle he’s entering me just a bit, and it feels wonderful. It allows Eric to lean over me, and he’s pushing me down more, dominating me, and his hands slide up my back to the back of my neck and then beyond. He grabs himself a fist-full of my hair and lightly pulls it.

  I can tell he’s nearing the end, Eric’s breathing is getting heavy and halting, sharp ragged breaths, and he speeds up his motion as he fucks me. He lets go of my hair and goes back down to both knees, his hands on my hips, and every time he thrusts forward he’s pulling me back, slamming into me. I wonder if he’s going to come in me. I’m not on birth control, but I stay quiet. I don’t care. He can do what he wants. Right now, he can do whatever he wants.

  He does come in me. He groans and slams into me and holds me there, and I feel his hot cock jump inside me, and he absolutely fills me with his seed. When he’s done he pulls out and collapses next to me. He’s covered in sweat too. The moonlight sparkles on his body.

  We should shower, but we’re both exhausted. We don’t speak, we just try to catch our breath. I roll onto my back and lie there, looking at the big smile on Eric’s face.

  In the morning, Eric wakes me with a kiss. He’s still nude. I’m still nude. It’s Sunday. The light outside is orange, and I can tell it’s early.

  “The kids will be up soon,” Eric says. I wonder if he wants me to leave I wonder what the kids would think if they found out I had slept over. Eric kisses me again, and the thoughts of the kids vanish. He didn’t wake me to get me to leave. He woke me for something else. I feel his cock, already hard, pressing against my thigh.

  I’m impressed that he gets another erection. This man can certainly go. I reward him with a blowjob in the shower, the hot water running down the back of my head to my back and ass and thighs, and before long his hot semen pulses down my throat, and I’m sure this man that I’m beginning to fall for is finally satisfied.

  9

  Eric

  Eric

  It’s mid-afternoon on Saturday, and Angel is still here. I think she’s going to stay a while, the kids and I are delighted.

  Still, I can’t get Hugo off of my mind. Something has to be done. I should have done something the night before, but I was occupied with something else, to say the least. Angel is helping me clear up dishes from lunch in the kitchen when I turn to her.

  “Can you stay with the kids for an hour or so?” I ask her. She looks at me and nods.

  “Of course,” she says. “What’s up?”

  “Work stuff. Something I thought I could do on Monday, but really needs to get done now.”

  Angel laughs. “You know, I don’t even know what you do, really. I asked the kids once, but they don’t really know either.”

  That makes me laugh. “I guess I didn’t know what my dad did when I was a little kid.”

  Angel tilts her head while she thinks. It’s cute. “Yeah, me neither.”

  “Well, I’m afraid the answer is boring,” I tell her. “I own a construction company.”

  “Wow,” Angel says. “That explains this house.”

  We laugh. She leans over and kisses my cheek. “Go take care of whatever you need to take care of.”

  “Thank you,” I said, as I grab her by the hips and pull her in for a kiss.

  I drive towards the city but pull off of the highway an exit too soon. There’s a row of factories here, and I pull in the gravel lot of one and park behind the building. It’s right smack dab in the middle of the day, but it’s a bit rainy, and thick gray clouds spread out over the city, allowing me to stay out of view.

  I take off my clothes and let the dragon out. I take to the sky, rising straight up to disappear into the clouds. When I’m in my dragon form, my senses are heightened, and I have a great head for directions. I guess you have to, being able to fly. I head straight toward Hugo’s building.

  I’m not sure if he’s working today, and when I get to the building I head directly to the window looking into his office. I beat my leathery wings and glance in. The office is dark, and no one is there.

  So, he’s at home. Good, less of a chance for me to be spotted.

  I beat my powerful wings and rise straight up once more, vanishing into the clouds.

  Hugo’s house is massive, a sprawling mansion on manicured green lawns. I’ve never been there, but I know the general area, and when I duck down under the clouds it’s not hard to spot his place: it’s three times bigger than any other property in the neighborhood. Of course it is. Hugo never misses a chance to overreach.

  I come down into the backyard. I wonder if Hugo’s family is home. I wonder if his kids will see me. I decide that I don’t care. Hugo Greenfield has gone too far, and it’s time to end this, once and for all.

  I rush for the back door, shattering it. There’s an older woman with gray hair and a baker’s coat on in the kitchen that I find myself in. She turns and screams. I imagine I’m quite the sight, a nine foot tall dragon with pitch black skin and curls of smoke rising from my nose.

  “Get out!” I roar in my raspy dragon voice, and the old woman doesn’t need to be told twice. She ducks her head and runs off, still shrieking.

  I hear a commotion in the house. Pounding feet in a nearby hall. I turn to a doorway just as two large men in black suits come rushing through. Body guards. I grin a toothy dragon grin.

  I expect this to be a quick and easy fight. What are two humans going to do against a dragon? But then, quick as a flash, the two men are shifting, and I realize they have the same gift Hugo and I share.

  One of the men shreds his suit and becomes a red skinned dragon, only six feet tall but wide and muscular. His wings are small and held closely to his back, and I realize that it’s unlikely that he can even use them to fly.

  The other man has taken off his suit jacket first, and then rips through the rest of his clothes as he changes. He’s a sky-blue color, his scales shining like the sea in the afternoon light. He snarls at me and opens his elongated jaws wide, sending a stream of fire my way.

  I duck down, and my hind claws scramble for tr
action on the floor. I dig my claws into the hardwood and fling myself forward. I bend my long neck out of the way so my dragon shoulder slams into the blue beast’s stomach. He grunts as the jet of fire ends, and he goes flying back into the wall.

  The red dragon turns and brings his hand down on my back, driving me to the ground. I hear someone yelling, somewhere above me, elsewhere in the house, but I can’t focus on that.

  I sweep out with my long tail, knocking the red dragon to the ground. I turn to focus on the blue dragon again, right as his jaws snap down right in front of my face. I narrow my eyes and double my efforts, I need to end this fight quickly. The longer I take here, the more time Hugo can run. I know that’s exactly what he’s going to do. He’s going to run.

  I raise a fist and bring it down on the blue beast’s face. I turn my head when I hear the red guy advancing and drive him back again with a spout of my own flames. I focus on the blue dragon again, driving my fists into his head over and over until he loses consciousness. Even as I leave him lay where he is, I see him begin to turn back into a man.

  I turn to face the red dragon. Even with the face of a beast, I can see the look of doubt. I just took out his buddy. The fight has gone from two versus one to one on one, and I can tell that he doesn’t think he can beat me.

  I press my advantage rushing forward to drive him back. He slams into the wall, and I put my weight on him. He’s snarling, snapping his teeth at me. I bend my head and take his throat into my jaws.

  “Wait!” he screams. His voice is low and rumbly, but I can hear the fear. “He doesn’t pay me enough for this shit!”

  I move back cautiously, expecting a trick, but the red dragon just shifts back to a man, wearing the tattered remains of his suit, and he slinks away.

  I hurry upstairs, I can hear a child crying somewhere and a woman screaming. I don’t care, I can smell Hugo, and I hurry forward.

  I break down a set of locked double doors and find myself in a home office. Hugo is there, in the middle of shifting. He’s standing by an open window, and as I throw myself forward with a roar, he leaps out into the open air and takes off.

  I’m hot on his heels, sliding easily through the window by tucking my wings down to my back, then unfurling them when I’m clear of the opening. I dash upward, after Hugo.

  As a dragon, he’s emerald green and his eyes are glowing yellow when he looks back to see how close I am. He’s scared, not even thinking of fighting me, only escape on his mind. I wonder what he thought would happen. That I would sit by and let him do this shit to me and my business?

  I race after him. Even as a dragon, Hugo is overweight. Not by a massive amount, just the same as when he’s a man. But he’s got a bit of a gut, and it slows him down. I catch up with him as we’re racing through the gray clouds.

  I wrap my hand around his ankle and pull him back to me. We’re entangled now as he finally realizes he has to fight. He lands some glancing blows, but I hold on to him as we rocket back towards the earth.

  We slam into the ground of a little league baseball park. There’s no one around. Hugo tries to roll out and get free, but I manage to hold him down.

  “Please!” He says. I can tell that he thinks I’m going to kill him, and I wonder the same thing.

  “I want you gone,” I say in a shocking snarl. “Out of here. Away from my city for good!”

  “I’ve built so much here!” Hugo gasps.

  “You’ve built nothing! You take, and you steal!”

  Hugo tries again to get free. I duck my dragon head down biting into his shoulder. He howls and expels a burst of fire from his jaws. I bite hard, going until I feel my teeth scrape along bone. Then, I bite a little harder, and his shoulder snaps.

  Hugo howls in pain as he tries to push me off, but with only one usable hand, he’s not going anywhere. I slap him across his dragon face, raking my claws along his skin and splitting it easily. Hot blood runs down to his neck. His blood spills out of my mouth as well, from the bite to his shoulder. I like the taste. The beast is within me. It wants to gobble Hugo up. I fight against it.

  “Leave,” I say. “Or die.”

  Hugo nods. He begins to shift back to a man. I stay as a dragon. When he’s done, he’s naked and crying, his arm ruined, his face slashed. I stand up, feeling a fury and energy flowing through me. I beat my wings and take into the sky.

  10

  Angel

  Angel

  It’s Thursday, and I’ve been staying with Eric and the kids all week. I like it. I’ve slept in the guest room most nights, but on Tuesday I went in to visit with Eric again. I don’t know what we are doing. We haven’t really talked about it. I don’t mind. The whole thing is exciting, and I know I’m falling for him.

  I pick up Samantha from school, and then we stop by the grocery store. I told Nancy I would pick up a few things that she needed for the dinner she was making tonight. She always makes dinner and puts it in the oven under low heat to keep it warm before she leaves for the evening. She knows I’m hooking up with Eric, but I won’t really tell her about it, and she’s getting frustrated.

  I hear someone say my name and turn. It’s Nathan. Meeting him at the grocery again? I ran into my ex’s best friend Nathan in the store a couple of months ago. Right before I got the job as Eric’s nanny.

  “Oh, hi,” I say. I really didn’t want to talk to him. He looks at the kids with a confused expression.

  “I’m a nanny,” I tell him.

  “Oh, cool,” he says, and then he looks to me again. “Wow, you look great.”

  I feel uncomfortable. The kids are quiet, standing next to me, looking up at Nathan.

  “Thank you. Sorry Nathan, we’re kind of in a rush,” I tell him.

  “Oh, right. Sure,” Nathan says. He seems like he wants to say more. I smile and say goodbye, as we start to walk away.

  “I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” Nathan says as we leave him, and I stop and turn.

  “What do you mean?” I ask him. He shrugs.

  “Just making sure everything was okay. Is it? Lately, I mean?”

  I narrow my eyes. It sounds like he’s trying to ask about my house being broken into, or at least that’s directly where my mind goes to. Nathan knows. How does he know?

  “Everything is fine,” I say quickly, as I turn and take the kids by the hand, leading them quickly out of the store, and abandoning our half-full cart.

  “Who was that guy?” Samantha asks me from the backseat. Both of the kids sit in the back, though only Brad has a car seat, of course.

  “A friend,” I say.

  “Are you scared of him?”

  I turn and look at Samantha. “No. Of course not,” I tell her. But I know that the real answer is that I am scared.

  Later that night, I’m lying in the comfortable bed of the guest room. It’s nearly midnight. Sneaking into Eric’s room is far from my mind as I stare up at the ceiling, awash in the inky blackness of night. I can’t stop thinking about Nathan. My phone buzzes on the nightstand next to me, pulling me out of my own head. I reach over and grab my phone. It’s a text from a number I don’t recognize. A number I don’t have listed in my address book, so I open it.

  I knew you were a bitch.

  My blood feels like ice inside my veins. It’s him. Nathan.

  I don’t answer the text. I feel my heart pounding in my chest. My phone buzzes in my hand, and I almost shriek when I drop it to the covers. I sit up in bed and grab the phone again.

  I thought you would love me. But then you went to him.

  I don’t answer. I can’t. I climb out of bed and walk quietly over to the window pushing the blinds open. I can see most of Eric’s street from my vantage point. Across from his house, there’s a silver pickup truck. I can see a shadowy figure behind the wheel. My phone buzzes, and I look at the screen. It’s Nathan again, of course.

  I see you.

  I turn and rush over to Eric’s room, shaking him awake.

  “Hey, I
was hoping you were coming in tonight,” he says to me, and then he must see the look on my face, even in the hazy darkness, and he bolted upright.

  “What is it?” he asks me. I hand him my phone. Eric reads the texts quickly, and then looks up to me.

  “Who is this?”

  “My ex-boyfriend’s best friend,” I tell him. “He broke into my house. I know he did. He was trying to scare me, and then he ran into me at the store, and I think he thought I’d open up to him and he could be my knight in shining armor.”

  Eric is out of his bed in an instant. He’s wearing boxer shorts.

  “What does this mean, I see you?” He asks.

  “I think he’s outside. In a truck. I saw him.”

  Eric moves out of his room in a flash. I can feel that heat radiating from his body, that sexual heat, now it feels like rage as I follow in his wake, and let the heat envelop me.

  “What are you going to do?” I ask.

  “Talk,” Eric practically snarls. I can see that talking is the furthest thing from his mind. I follow him right up to the front door, which he throws open and storms outside. I stay in the doorway. I can see the silver truck across the street. The lights come on as the engine roars to life. I see Nathan through the window, even at this distance. His eyes are wide with fear. The truck pulls away from the curb and speeds down the street.

  I watch as Eric takes a few bounding steps after the car, and then he seems to realize that he can’t keep up to the truck. He stops and turns back to look at me. I see something there, in his face, bathed in the orange glow of a streetlamp. It seems like he’s considering something. I see something else there too, something scary. I see a rage, I see that fire that always seems to be burning within him.

  He comes back to me, and I wrap my arms around him, and he holds me as I cry. The whole situation feels as though I was watching it happen from somewhere outside of my own body, but now, after it’s over, I come back to reality.