Bad Nanny (The Bad Nanny Trilogy #1)

by C. M. Stunich

  I almost gasp right there. I've—obviously—never had sex in that position and most of the girls I've met have said it's their favorite … I bet Zayden would let me try it out with him if I asked.

  “Will you be naked and waiting when I get home tonight?” I ask as he starts to move away. That gives him pause though and he stops while I study his knee-high Converse with all the black straps and the metal studs. The guy's got style. Weird style maybe, but definitely a look. I feel like I'm a different person everyday of the week sometimes.

  “You got it, babe,” he says and then disappears up the steps of the deck and into the house.

  I wait until I hear the sliding glass door closed before I let out a burst of wild laughter.

  Bella, Grace, and Kinzie are all obsessed with my getting ready process tonight, and it's kind of scaring me. They keep asking questions about where I'm going and what I'm doing. The absolute last thing I'm telling any of these kids is the truth.

  “I already told you: I'm going to work. What does it matter where?” I slick my hair back into a perfect ponytail. My hair is way too long when it's down to dance properly, at least for me. Some of the other girls there make pole dancing look like an art form.

  “You always ask about my day at school,” Bella says with a crossed arms pose that reminds me of myself. It's kind of cute. I notice Grace putting one of my bras on over her shirt in the reflection of the mirror.

  “Good point. But I'm an adult. Nothing we do is interesting.”

  “Why are you putting on so much makeup to go to work? My dad never wears makeup to work,” Kinzie states which is actually also a very valid point. I lean into the mirror to check my makeup, happy to be wearing my contacts again. If I'm going to come home and … well, do whatever with Zayden, then I'd rather not have to deal with my clunky glasses. Besides, if I break them, I am seriously SOL.

  “I'm going to … a fancy club. To serve tables.”

  “Serve tables?” Kinzie asks, taking her hair out of the pigtails Zay put them in and trying to imitate my ponytail. It'll be years before she gets here, but I smile anyway. “Like a waitress?”

  “Exactly.” I stick a tiny diamond stud in each lobe and then look at my face. After staring at Zayden all day, I feel plain. I touch the sides of my neck, wondering what it'd look like covered in tattoos. “I'll be waitressing.”

  I let my gaze stray away from my face to the girls and notice Grace digging through the dirty clothes pile in the corner. The last thing I want her to do is find any of my work clothes—particularly the outfit Zayden and I screwed in.

  “Okay.” I clap my hands and move into the room, grabbing my niece under the arms and lifting her up. “That's about enough of that, don't you think?”

  I've got my trench coat on again, and even though I feel stupid in it, it keeps everything hidden as I shuffle out of the room and into the hallway. Most of the girls at the club come dressed in jeans and t-shirts and change in the back, but I feel like I need to do it here, in this safe space first. I need to dress up and let my anxiety cool a little before I leave; it's the only way.

  “I bet that casserole is just about done,” I say as I heft Grace onto my hip and move down the stairs. Dodger does his utmost to intercept me at the halfway point and trip me, thereby killing both me and my niece when he knocks us down the stairs, but Zay's somehow just there, catching me as I start to pitch forward with a gray and white dog lodged between the toe and heel of my shoe. “Thanks,” I say as he takes Grace from me and carries her the rest of the way.

  “No problem. You sure you don't want a slice of delicious chicken-rice-soupy goodness?”

  “When you put it like that, how could any girl say no?” I smile when he winks at me, feeling good. Not great, but good. I'm just going to have to live in the moment, I guess. I can't think about how I'll probably be working this job for another year plus … or how my sister might flit in and out of her girls' lives like it's nothing. Hell, or maybe it's worse if she never comes back at all. I can't decide at this point. “I'll be back around two,” I say with a little wave, turning and reaching for the doorknob, almost wishing that Zay would call me into the backyard again for a kiss.

  He doesn't though, waving with an oven mitt from the kitchen as I smile and head outside, watching him for as long as I can before it closes with a soft snick.

  At least I have something to look forward to. In just a few hours, I'll be letting myself in this door to find him waiting for me.

  My heart thrums and palpates with excitement and I start to wonder if Zay's right, if I really do have a crush on him.

  Guess it doesn't matter much either way, does it?

  After my first Friday night at the club, I can see why the manager gave me Saturday off. I feel overwhelmed as hell by the whole scene. It's definitely not my thing, not at all. The first time I got up on stage, with My Darkest Days' song, “Porn Star Dancing” playing in the background, I froze up like a deer caught in the headlights. My heart started to pound and my pulse was flickering so quickly I thought I might pass out.

  I unlock the front door slowly, tentatively, and find Sadie asleep on her back in the crib. Zayden's not in the living room which might mean … he really is waiting for me upstairs. I squeeze inside and close the door as quietly as I can, tiptoeing up the steps and pushing into my bedroom with an anxious swirl twisting around in my tummy.

  Oh my. Fucking. God.

  Zayden's lying on his back, completely nude with nothing but a thin crumple of sheet covering his cock. He's leaning against the headboard with one arm tossed over his head and the other resting loosely on the rumpled surface of the bed.

  When he sees me standing there, he smiles slow and sultry, letting the expression build into a crescendo across his shadowed face.

  “Is this what you ordered, Smarty-Pants? Because I aim to please.”

  I stand there in my black trench, the lacy lingerie underneath itching to be seen by this man and this man alone.

  “A tattooed nanny?” I ask, my voice huskier than I'd meant it to be. “Why the hell would anyone want one of those?”

  “Ah, see, you've forgotten the best feature of all.” Zayden takes the crumpled white sheet in his inked fingers and slides it aside, revealing the pierced glory of his hardened shaft. “One hot and ready tattooed nanny. See, I try to offer my clients a full set of services: cooking, cleaning, childcare … and some hair pulling and a hot fuck from behind. What do you say, Brooke Overland? Are you in?”

  My breath rushes out in a whoosh and I reach down to untie the trench coat, letting it fall to the floor in a heap of black fabric. Underneath, I've got on a pink lacy bra, matching panties, and a garter belt to hold up my white thigh highs.

  Zayden's eyes are impossible to see in the darkness, but his smile is wicked sharp.

  I move across the room and climb onto the bed, letting him pull me into his lap.

  “You're the best nanny ever,” I groan as his lips find my throat and kiss their way down to my collarbone. I can feel his grin against my skin.

  “I know. I make the best PB&Js … and I fuck like a goddamn world champ.”

  Zayden grabs hold of my ass and yanks me closer, settling the hot warmth between my thighs right over the velvety length of his shaft. When I wiggle my hips a little, he groans and encourages me to move against him, teasing his erection with the lacy texture of my panties.

  “How did you know I wanted it from behind?” I whisper as he curls my hair around his fist and uses it to gently shift the position of my head. His grip is firm, but not cruel. I find myself melting into it with a soft sigh.

  “I had no idea,” he whispers against my ear before biting down gently. “It's just what I wanted.”

  I let out a little scream of surprise as he flips us over and drops his mouth to my belly, kissing his way across the top of the garter belt and then snagging the clasp with his teeth. A little tug and it comes undone. The sight of him down there, with his mouth all over that pin
k lace, piercings winking at me in the near perfect darkness of the room, makes my lower stomach clench tight with anticipation. I want him to stretch me open, fill me up from behind, keep that gentle pressure on my hair.

  It'll so suck when he goes back to Vegas.

  I banish that thought from my mind by concentrating on Zayden's mouth yanking the second clasp open. He then slides his hands underneath me and undoes the back two clasps with an expert level of skill.

  “No school tomorrow,” he says as he grabs hold of my panties and starts to yank them down my hips, revealing the clean, smooth expanse of my belly and my pussy, a gentle curve that leads to the delicate folds below. Zayden keeps his eyes on me as he untangles the panties from my legs and tosses them to the floor. “No work. I hope you're ready for a wild night on the town.”

  “I don't think it's possible to have a wild night on the town in Eureka.”

  Zayden's grin gets a little wider as he tosses my underwear aside.

  “Really? Then you've never been out with me.” Zay lifts up a finger and twirls it in an easy circle. “Turn over and put your ass in the air. I'll give you a little extra love after, but I can't wait. I've come three times waiting for you to come home.”

  I gulp in a deep breath and feel my pulse thundering. I want to protest that I'm not ready, that I need more foreplay, but … I don't care. I can't wait either. I need this.

  I sit up and turn over, getting onto my hands and knees and gasping as Zay leans over and tucks two pillows under my hips.

  “Trust me: you'll be grateful for those later.” He sits up, the heat of his body moving away as I pant and try not to feel exposed. But how can I not in this position? I'm so … open. I take a few, calming breaths as Zay rustles around for a moment before positioning himself between my knees and putting his hands on my hips. He grips tight and draws a desperate sound from my throat.

  “Relax, Brooke. It won't hurt if you relax.” I bite my lower lip and drop my head, closing my eyes as Zayden positions himself at my opening and pauses there for a moment, nudging into my folds with a slow, deliberate motion.

  When he bucks his hips into mine, filling me with his warmth, I almost scream. There's this uncomfortable tightness for a moment, and I tense up. But then I feel his hand on my lower back, rubbing and soothing, the hot heat of his palm comforting against my skin.

  “Relax your muscles, babe. You're way too goddamn tight.” I pant heavily, doing my best to relax, feeling a natural urge to tilt my hips up and back. As soon as I do, I feel myself relax, the pressure easing considerably. “There ya go. That's it, Smarty-Pants. Just like that.”

  Zayden slides out slowly as I curl my fingers into the sheets and brace for the impact of his pelvis against my ass. From this position, I can feel the ring in his balls against my pussy. Each time he slams into me, it teases my body, twists my fervor up another notch until I'm gasping, struggling for each breath. I lean forward, putting my elbows against the bed and letting the pillows prop up my hips.

  Oh.

  Zay really does know what he's doing.

  My cheek drops to the bed and I bite down on the edge of a pillow to hold back a scream. So many sensations are running through me that when Zayden grabs a hold of my ponytail and jerks my head back, I really do cry out. I know I could wake one of the kids, but I can't stop the sounds. I'm not in control of my body right now. I feel possessed, consumed by Zayden and the perfect rhythm of his cock inside of me.

  I push back against the bed for some resistance and he groans, pulling my hair harder as I arch my back and tilt my chin up, giving up and letting him do whatever he wants. It feels good to let someone else be in control for once. I have so much to deal with, I don't want to worry about this. I tell him with my body that he can do whatever he wants, fuck me however he wants. I don't care; I want it all.

  “Goddamn it, Brooke,” Zayden groans as he pumps into me. “God-fucking-damn it.”

  I feel his hand move to the clasp on my bra, loosing the hooks and letting my breasts free to swing with each movement of his body. When I adjust my hips, I feel the metal in the head of his cock through the condom. It's this hard pressure against the velvet thickness of his shaft, and it makes me crazy. My own body starts to move, pushing my hips back so we meet with the sweet sound of flesh on flesh.

  Our noises feel extra loud in the quiet dark of the room, but I like the erotic symphony we're creating, like a song written for just the two of us.

  “Zayden,” I whisper as he pushes against me, his body jewelry making my clit tingle and throb. I can feel that explosion of stars behind my eyes, that hot fire raging through me. He rides me all the way down into it, until I'm gripping the bed and biting my lip to keep from screaming.

  Zay releases his grip on my hair as I collapse forward, drawing away from him with a groan. I feel like I can barely move, but he's clearly not done with me, dragging the pillows out from under my body and tossing them to the floor.

  He turns me over with a steady grip on my hip.

  “I can't,” I whisper as Zayden slides his sweaty body over mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and press my face against the shaved side of his head as he kisses my throat. That smell of him is so comforting, I feel like I'll never be able to get it out of my head, the way it wraps around me and holds me tight like that. “I can't go anymore.”

  “Trust me: the second orgasm's always better than the first. Relax. I'll do all the work, baby.”

  Zayden cups my face in his hands and kisses me, his bodyweight heavy but just as comforting as his scent. On instinct, I spread my knees open and adjust myself so that we're cupped together at the hips. This time when he enters me, there's no pain, just the slick slide of his shaft into my swollen body. The sensations are so different this time, each stroke tender and deep.

  “I've got such a huge crush on you, Brooke,” he whispers into my ear. I reach back and curl my fingers into the pillow under my head. I can't listen to things like that, not while we're doing this. I've got no experience in this department and it's totally screwing with my brain. I'm feeling things for Zayden that no person in their right mind should feel, not this quickly. I know it's because of my inexperience, but God … telling me he has a crush on me doesn't help at all.

  “Fuck me harder,” I say because I want to flip the switch on this meeting, strip away any false sense of tenderness or caring, make it dirty and hot and crazy. “Do it hard and don't stop.”

  Zayden nuzzles the side of my head, buries his face in my hair and makes an mmm sound that has me bucking my hips up to meet his. When he lifts up and braces one hand next to my head, the other gripping my hip tight, I close my eyes against the sight of his face above me.

  With rough, angry thrusts, he gives me exactly what I was asking for, driving into me with a fierceness that leaves no room for thoughts, that obliterates any worries or fears or questions in my mind, yanking a second orgasm literally screaming from my throat.

  I'm so busy thrashing and trembling under him that I almost miss his orgasm, the last few wild bucks of his hips as he comes with a deep guttural male sound that I don't think I'll forget for the rest of my life, no matter how many lovers I have.

  When he collapses on top of me with a chuckle, I find that I'm still gasping and panting for breath. My chest is rising and falling with rapid inhales and frantic exhales.

  “Mmm,” Zayden says as he rolls off and removes the condom. I try not to look at him. The sight of all that naked, tattooed flesh just makes me feel hot and ready again. Dear God. “Gimme ten and we'll go for round two.”

  “Round two?” I echo as I roll away from him and curl my knees up. “How many times do you think we're going to do this?”

  “As many as we can,” he says, his voice strangely grave. I glance over my shoulder and find him ruffling up his dark brown hair. “We've got six days left, so … like at least thirty times, don't you think?”

  I laugh as I turn fully towards him and he smiles over his shoulder a
t me.

  “I can't leave you without a full roster of experiences to draw from, you know? Like, you totally haven't sucked my cock yet, and I haven't gone down on you, and then there's anal to worry about …”

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa.” I hold up a hand as Zayden grins and gives me one of his signature winks. “Anal? You're getting way ahead of yourself there, Nanny Roth.”

  “Nanny Roth?” he asks as he gets up and disposes of the condom in the bathroom trash. When Zay comes back, he lays behind me and pulls my body into a tight spoon. Oh. That feels nice. Really nice. Too nice, maybe. The urge to snuggle back into him is strong, but we don't have that kind of relationship, do we? “I like that. Call me nanny while I'm fucking you, okay?”

  “Absolutely not.” Zayden grins against my ear and leans his warm, sweaty body into mine, kissing my cheek with his stubbled face. I wrinkle my nose against the brush of his hair against my skin, but I actually do kind of like it. “So, you really do have a crush on me, huh? Even when I'm so bad at sex?”

  “I didn't say bad. I said amateurish. Totally different thing. But you know what? Tonight you really took it like a champ. I have to say, excellent hip movements. Good doggy style form. Total pro moves.”

  “Yeah, sure,” I say as he sighs against my skin and goose bumps break out all over. “Nice lines. Do those work on every girl?”

  “What do you think?” he whispers against me, reaching down to lift my chin up, tucking my head under his. “Is it working on you?”

  I smile and open my mouth to answer him when the doorknob jiggles and I hear Bella's voice outside the hollow core door.

  “Aunt Brooke, I heard somebody screaming, and I'm really scared. I can't sleep.”

  I look back at Zayden and he gives me a sad half-smile, standing up and grabbing a pair of black sweats from the floor. I watch his tight ass as he drags them over his hips and tosses me a baggy t-shirt and my kitty cat pajama pants.