“What is it?” he asks, sensing my hesitation.
I laugh, a shaky breath escaping me. “I just want you so bad… so much… I don’t want to overwhelm you.”
He groans, moving toward me, easing my panties past my hips. “Not possible, baby.”
“Oh,” I whimper, naked before him. “My body is on fire for you.”
“You sure you want this?”
I nod. “So badly.”
“Good, because so do I.” He kisses me again, guiding me to the couch. I run my hand over his still covered up shaft, the hard length making me wet with anticipation.
He tells me to sit on the couch as he gets to his knees. He eases my thighs apart and I don’t have time to be nervous because all I am right now is one hundred percent in heaven.
His tongue runs over my skin, up my thigh, and I lean back against the cushions of the couch as he blows warm air against me, my body opening for him as he begins to kiss my pussy, licking me up and down, his hands on my thighs, opening me up nice and good.
“Ohh Beckett,” I whimper, his tongue caressing my folds as I become jelly beneath him. “Please don’t stop.”
He looks up, his eyes finding mine. “Screw the chocolate chips, your cookie is the only one I want.”
Heat rises within me, and a smile spreads across my face at the delirious pleasure he is giving me.
“God, you really do taste good, girl,” he tells me, teasing my clit with his thumb, his finger pressing deeper inside me, hitting me in a place that has me gasping.
“Oh, oh, yes,” I moan as his tongue returns to my heat, licking me as I orgasm against his mouth.
“Damn,” he groans as he sucks me hard, my body on fire — full of want. His for the taking.
“I want to touch you, feel you…” I reach for him, wanting to run my tongue over his length the way he’s just pleasured my pussy.
“Fuck, baby, I want that too.”
His desire for me sends a shiver of pleasure up and down my spine. Never have I been so wanted… and never have I needed anyone so badly.
Beckett stands, makes sure Annie is still sleeping, and turns toward me.
“Let me see you,” I ask him. “Please.”
“You sure you want to keep going? There is no need to rush.”
But even as the sweet words leave his mouth, I know he is wrong. There is a rush of need running through me like a current. I’m hungry and desperate to take him in my mouth, to have him fill me up… I want this night to go on forever.
And as he moves to the couch, sitting next to me, he pulls thick cock from his briefs and I know he doesn’t want the night to end either.
“Fuck, I’m so hard for you,” he tells me, taking my hand and resting it on his thickness. My pussy drips with desire as I run my fingers over his velvety length. “You’re so big,” I whisper, taking his size in.
“It’s the kind of cock that will keep you happy for your whole damn life,” he tells me.
I laugh, not knowing if he’s serious, but then his eyes tell me he is complexity serious. About me. Us. This moment.
I lick my lips, leaning over his lap. I kiss his shaft, his manly scent enveloping me with desire. “I hope I can do this okay,” I say.
“Oh, sweetie, you’ll do great,” he says, running his hand over my back.
“How can you know?”
“Because it’s not about skill, it’s about connection,” he tells me, his hand cupping my cheek. “And Brittany, I feel a connection with you. The deepest one of my fucking life.”
My pulse quickens because that is how I feel too. One look at him and I knew I was smitten, but when we talk, laugh — it’s like I’ve known him forever.
Like I want to know him forever. I blink back my emotion.
“What is it?” he asks gently.
“I’m just really happy,” I manage to tell him. “Happy to be with you. In this moment…”
“Come here,” he says softly, pulling me into his lap. I kiss Beckett, lifting my ass, his cock slowly entering me.
Our foreheads touch, our noses brush, our bodies become one.
Chapter Nine
Beckett
As Brittany sinks against my cock, my entire world opens up before me. A life with her is all I see, all I want. She is so tight, so damn small, but my kiss eases her tension, helps her relax and ever so slowly I fill her up the way her pussy craves, the way my cock demands.
God, she feels good. Her arms wrap around me and I cup her cute cheek with my hand. “You’re perfect. When I said that yesterday, in the interview… I wasn’t exaggerating. You’re perfection, Brittany.”
She whimpers, closing her eyes as my cock fills her up. She’s gasping with pleasure, pressing herself tight around me. I hold onto her, vowing never to let go. “I’m here,” I tell her. “I got you.”
“I know you do,” she moans, her back arching in delight, her hips moving in a sweet little circle as she explores what my cock can do to her. Damn near everything. “Oh, Beck,” she cries. “Oh, oh, you’re… this…” She stops speaking, catching her breath as I make love to her, taking her to the places she’s always dreamed of.
I’m in heaven, I swear it, my cock is thick and hungry for her cookie, and she is hot, fresh from the oven, satisfying my every last craving.
“Give it to me, girl, come for me,” I tell her.
She smiles, her shoulders shaking in ecstasy as she moves faster. I have a hold on her hips, her cute ass on my lap and God, I’ve never been so fucking happy in my life.
“Don’t stop, Britt, this is exactly what you need,” I tell her, thrusting my thickness where it belongs, in her tight pussy.
“Oh, yes,” she cries, wrapping her arms tight around my neck as she gets off the way her virgin cunt needs. Hard. Fast. Deep. Good.
My cock thrums deep inside her sweet hole, so damn close to filling her up with my cream. “I’m gonna come inside you baby, you want that?”
“So much,” she whimpers. “Come in me. I want to feel it all.”
I do as she asks, my come releasing in hot bursts, deep inside her, my release so strong, my hunger for her relentless.
“It feels so good,” she breathes in my ear. “You feel so good inside of me.”
“Fuck, you make me crazy,” I tell her. “I’ve never…”
“What?” she asks, our eyes locked.
“Never felt so good before. You make me feel good in ways I never… haven’t considered. Since Tara and Jack died, I thought… Fuck, I though life would never be good again.”
“It’s okay,” she whispers, her fingers curling around the hair on the back of my head.
“I know,” I say. “For the first time in a long ass time, I think we’re gonna be okay.”
Chapter Ten
Brittany
His tender words send a rush of love toward me — feelings I never considered having for a man I just met… yet I do.
Wanting to please him even more, I crawl out of his lap and get on my knees. “I want you in my mouth, too,” I tell him. I’ve gone from zero to one hundred in the span of one night, but there is no stopping this train right now. It’s rushing down the tracks, and I don’t know the destination, but God, I want to be on board.
I take hold of his cock, kneeling before this strong and resilient man, and I lick my lips. I take his length in my mouth, his cock growing harder by the second as I move my head up and down, exploring him as I take him deeper.
He tastes good, like me and also like him, and I can’t get enough of it. My pussy is hot as I suck him off, one hand moving between my thighs as I touch myself, my clit on fire as I pump his cock instinctively.
“That feels so good baby, so damn right.”
I pant as I suck him off, my pleasure so pure and relentless, my sexual prowess rising up as I finger my pussy while sucking him off.
His cock is so big and meaty, my pussy so tender from the ride in his lap, and the thought of that, of his hands on my tits, teasin
g my nipples, his tongue running over my skin, takes my climax to the next level. My juicy slit drips in orgasm while I suck Beckett off.
“Fuck, that’s so fucking hot, baby,” he groans as his come fills my mouth, as it slides down my throat. I suck him harder, wanting every last drop in my belly, and my hand aches from fingering myself, but he knows I’m not entirely done. He growls, his thick cock between his legs, and he rolls me onto my hands and knees, his hand slipping between my legs from behind as he fingers me harder.
“Oh,” I cry out, gasping as he finger fucks me to my core. He rolls me on top of him, straddling him as his mouth rides my pussy in a way that has my holding onto his legs tight. My mouth greedy for more of his salty seed to fill my belly.
When we finish, we’re both gasping, on our backs on the carpet, at a loss for words over the frenzied fuck we just shared.
My body is lit up from the inside out, and we turn, facing one another, the ecstasy rolling off us.
“That was—” Before Beckett can finish the sentence, Annie stirs from her portable crib in the corner. Beckett groans. “Oh man, I didn’t want this to end.”
“Me neither. But let’s just make sure she’s okay.” Knowing Annie is our priority, Beckett pulls on his sweats and then reaches for her.
I dress quickly, washing up, and then meet him in the living room.
“Is it just me or is she a little warm?” he asks, kissing her forehead.
“Do you have a thermometer?”
Together, with her in his arms, we go get it from the bathroom, quickly taking her temp. “It shouldn’t be 100,” I say, biting my bottom lip. One day on the job and I already offered my boss my virginity and the baby I’m supposed to look after has a fever. “She might just be teething,” I say, taking Annie in my arms and cradling her.
Beckett’s eyes gloss over with fear. “Is she going to be okay?”
“We need to give her some Tylenol, and let’s give her a bath again, try and cool her down.” Beckett nods, his brow knit with worry. “And in the meantime,” I say. “Give her pediatrician’s office a call. Leave a message so in the morning they will call and check in with us, and if the fever hasn’t gone down, we can make an appointment.”
“I’m so glad you’re here,” he says, wrapping both us girls in his arms. “God, Brittany, I’m so thankful for you.”
“She hasn’t been sick since you’ve… since you moved in?”
He shakes his head. “No… I don’t know how to do any of this,” he says, reaching for the baby Tylenol.
I look down at sweet Annie, running my finger over her gums. No trace of teeth. “Beckett, it’s going to be okay,” I tell him. But I see in his eyes he is pulling away, fear filling him.
And I know my promises mean nothing. I just pray that my words turn out to be true.
Chapter Eleven
Beckett
We wake to Annie fussing. She’s wrapped up in Brittany’s arms, both the girls facing me in my bed. We finally fell asleep with her last night, after feeding Annie, bathing her, and giving her a dose of medicine. We did it all again four hours later, while pacing the hallway as Annie’s cries turned to screams. The entire time Brittany remained calm, reassuring me that everything was going to be okay, that the fever wasn’t high enough to need to go to the emergency room, but that the moment it was, we’d take her in.
We finally fell asleep, exhausted. My body had been on high alert for hours, but we all eventually crashed.
Brittany stirs awake, her hand immediately on Annie’s forehead. “She’s so much cooler now,” she says, exhaling in relief.
“You sure?”
“Get the thermometer,” she says. “Let’s check.”
A few minutes later, the reading proves Brittany correct and I kiss Annie’s head. “Oh thank God.”
I want to kiss Brittany too, but she’s pulling away, walking down the stairs with Annie. “I’m gonna change her and get her a bottle,” she tells me.
I follow her to the kitchen and begin making a pot of coffee. It feels like we’ve known one another for years, but in reality it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours.
“Are you okay?” I ask, seeing the worry etched in her eyes as she begins feeding Annie.
“I’m fine,” she says tightly.
“You don’t sound fine.” I grab the cream from the fridge. “Coffee?”
She nods, walking to the couch in the living room and sitting down. When I follow her with steaming hot mugs a few minutes later, I try to read her vibe. Yesterday we had been on the same page in every way, but now there is a distance. Shouldn’t we both feel relief that we got through that awful night together? More bound together instead of feeling less connected?
“She was just teething after all,” Brittany says, rubbing her finger along Annie’s gums. “I couldn’t feel this tooth last night, but it popped through.”
I set the mugs down. “Well, that’s a relief,” I say, watching as Brittany offers Annie the bottle. “So why don’t you seem happy?”
Brittany bites her bottom lip. “I am. I’m glad she’s back to normal. But um… about last night?” Her eyes lift, meeting mine.
I clench my jaw. Last night when we kissed, it was like the goddamn stars aligned. When we had sex, I saw a life with Brittany, a future. All of it. She made me happy, hopeful. But now there is dread filling my stomach as I look at her. “What about it?”
“We can’t do that again.” She shakes her head. “I lost control of myself and forgot the reason I was here. Am here.”
“Can’t it be both?”
She furrows her brow. “And then what? We break up and I’m attached to Annie and… it won’t end well, Beckett. And this is my job. Unless you don’t want me to work for you anymore?”
“I’m not saying that… but for the first time in months I’m seeing my life beyond the bubble of Annie and me. I’m seeing you. And—”
She shakes her head. Adamant. “This is a bad idea,” she says. “I can’t do this.”
“Do what?” I ask, stunned at her quick change of heart.
“Be Annie’s nanny. One night proved that. I’m already too attached to her. And… when I look at you… I see you as more than my boss.”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
She scoffs. “Yeah, Beckett, it is.”
“But I see you as more than the nanny. I see you as the person I want to be in a serious relation-chip with.”
Chapter Twelve
Brittany
Annie’s finished her bottle, and Beckett takes her from me, patting her back. “You’ve known me one day,” I say, but his words hit me in the gut. I can’t help but smile, despite myself. “And you’ve never even had my cookies yet.”
Beckett chuckles. “You’re wrong. I had plenty last night.”
I feel my cheeks turn red and I reach for the coffee. “Beckett… I’m trying to end things here.”
“Why?” he asks me.
“Because this is too easy. Walking into your house and twenty-four hours later having a move-in-ready life. Shouldn’t it be harder?”
“Wait, you’re faulting this because it’s too easy? Too perfect?”
I take a sip of the coffee, and the wheels work in my head as I try to think things through. What I really want.
But as I look at Beckett and Annie sitting beside me, all I want is them.
It doesn’t seem fair. “Why should we get easy when your sister and her husband… When they had it so hard? They’re gone, it doesn’t seem right to get their happily ever after.”
My words seem to stop Beckett in his tracks. He sets Annie down on the floor under her mobile and takes the coffee from my hands, setting it aside, looking at me intently. “Listen, Tara and Jack would want me to be happy, want Annie to be happy. Do you think they’d want us to suffer on their behalf? No way.”
“But Beckett, you just met me.”
“But I feel like I’ve known you my entire life.”
“What if I’
m not what you think? Not as good as you imagine.”
“Not possible. You’re the milk to my cookie, my—”
I press a hand to his mouth. “If you tell me I’m your dream crumb true I might scream.”
“But you are. I knew the moment I saw your face, Brittany. I knew you were the one for me.”
“What are you saying, Beckett?”
“I’m saying you’re fired after one day on the job. I don’t want you to be the nanny. I want you to be my wife.”
Epilogue 1
Beckett
Six months later…
The porch is covered in pink balloons, the kitchen island is covered in finger foods, and there is music on, blasting children’s nursery rhymes.
“This the wild and crazy life you were imagining when you agreed to marry me?” I ask Brittany, pulling my wife in for a kiss. Annie is running in circles with the new babysitter, Grace.
“This is exactly the kind of crazy I was hoping for, actually.” She gives me a kiss. “And you know, it’s just gonna get crazier.”
“Why is that?”
“Because our friends have just arrived.”
Soon enough the house begins to fill with our friends. Everyone has supported Brittany, Annie and me as we became a family. Our wedding was small, at town hall with Grady as our witness, but the reception had more fanfare — we rented Matt’s Italian restaurant, Angelina’s, and everyone was there in black tie.
This is a much less formal affair — and the only one in tulle and satin is Annie, the birthday girl.
I can’t believe she’s one. My heart aches for my sister and Jack, wishing they could be here, but so damn grateful for finding the love of my life when I did. Brittany has been the most unexpected blessing I could have ever imagined.
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