by Nicole Casey
I set the envelope down on one of the tables, and then picked Nova up. Her head dropped against my shoulder and I could hear her snoozing in my ear a moment later. I looked at Jordan with pleading eyes.
“I’m just gonna tuck her into bed. We’ll have to have a big breakfast in the morning to make up for a missed dinner. Would you mind waiting a few minutes?” I asked. I saw Jordan’s eyes quickly dart to the clock on the wall, her mouth pursing to protest, but I cut in before she could. “Please. I just want to hear more about what I’ve been missing the past week and a half.” Jordan nodded with a smile and I let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. I’ll be right back. Please, make yourself at home in the kitchen. There’s a pot of spaghetti. I’ll be quick.”
Jordan shook her head. “Take your time. I’ll be here.”
I smiled at Jordan. It was nice having a caring woman around the house again. “Thanks.”
I took Nova upstairs to her bedroom and tucked her into her princess bed. She had an affinity for flash and fanciness, a girl after my own heart, and her room was drenched in all the magic of a Disney princess. She was already passed out before we got to the top of the stairs, so tucking her in was quick and easy. I put on some music, because she hated sleeping in silence, and then made my way back downstairs.
When I got back downstairs, Jordan’s backpack was sitting in the hall and I could hear the clatter of dishes in the kitchen. I was impressed. Normally, when you tell someone to make themselves at home, they don’t, but Jordan clearly had. I walked into the kitchen, and right as I turned the corner, I saw her with a tub of Nova’s dairy-free ice cream out, and she’d found the coffee liqueur and was pouring it over.
She looked up at me and her face started to turn tomato red. “Oh, um, I’m sorry, I just--”
I held a hand up. “Why are you apologizing? I told you to make yourself at home, and I’m glad you did. It’s nice to see you are as buttoned-up and straight-laced as it seems like.”
“Oh, well then, excuse me,” she replied and continued to dress her boozy ice cream.
I laughed and made my way into the kitchen and pulled down a bowl for myself. I set it on the counter, and Jordan immediately set to making me an ice cream bowl as well. I couldn’t remember the last time a woman had made something for me. I took my bowl, and we each sat on a stool, and set in to our pre-dinner treat.
“So, how are things with my girl?” I asked.
“She’s so great,” Jordan responded. “I know you know that, but I just adore her. She’s taking ballet so seriously, and her ballet teacher says that she’s showing a lot of promise. She told me to make sure that she keeps dancing as she gets older.”
“I’ve heard that before too. I’m glad it’s going well, she really seems to love it,” I said. “And the recital is next week, right?”
Jordan lit up. “Yeah, and did she tell you she got a solo?”
My jaw dropped. “What? No!”
“Yeah!” Jordan yelped. “I mean, why wouldn’t she? She’s clearly the best.”
“Clearly,” I responded and we both laughed.
“School seems to be going well, and she’s getting along well with all of her friends. You got a good one on your hands there, dad,” Jordan said. My skin heated at her calling me by ‘dad.’ I wanted her to call me ‘daddy.’
“I knew that already, but thank you so much for the update, I appreciate it. Things are slowing down at work a little bit, so I’m hopeful I’ll be able to see it more in person,” I said. “So… Tell me about you.”
“What about?” Jordan asked.
“I don’t know, siblings, hobbies, boyfriends?” I wasn’t purposely trying to fish for how she might feel about the other part of the nanny position that all the dads were hoping for.
“Uh, I have none of those things,” Jordan said with an adorable chuckle.
“None?” I responded.
“Well, I have no siblings, my parents could barely take care of the one they had. I mean my mom was amazing, but my dad abandoned us when I was a kid and she had to do it all on her own. She didn’t really trust men after that, so she didn’t really date or re-marry, and then I guess I hung onto that a little bit,” she explained.
“I get that,” I responded. “That’s kind of what my ex, Kristin, did to Nova and I. I do eventually want there to be another woman around Nova though. She deserves that.” I was internally hoping that woman could be Jordan; Nova already loved her so much.
“I have dated here and there, but never found anything I was really interested in, so I just focused on school more than guys. I suppose none of them were really my type,” Jordan said.
I tilted my head to the side. “So, what’s your type?” I really wasn’t trying to find answers, but since the opportunity had presented itself, why wouldn’t I take it?
Jordan shrugged. “I don’t know. Someone who has their life together. I hate trying to teach a man how to be a man. I just want someone mature. Someone like…” Jordan looked up and her eyes locked into mine. Her voice trailed off and in a split second I knew…
…I may end up breaking the rules.
7
Jordan
Maybe it was the liquor in me, but my whole body was hot all over, and it felt like I was going to melt. Cade was so sexy I didn’t know what to do with myself, or him. I thought he was beautiful when he was all done up in his suits for work, but seeing him dressed down, with a full view of his muscular arms and slender, fit form was something else. Even being more slim as opposed to muscular, I was certain he could manhandle me in a way that would drive me wild.
My head had been nothing but a haze for the past week working with a group of such gorgeous men, and it didn’t help that it seemed they found me attractive too. I’d caught little glimpses of the way the guys were watching me since I started working. Rogan had made no attempts to hide it at all when he tucked my hair behind my ear back in his office the weekend prior. I knew that if I’d let him, he would have taken me down to the floor and fucked me senseless, but he was the father of one of my new kids, and I needed to keep my dignity in tact.
That sentiment was failing me as I stared at Cade and imagined his hands all over me. Would he even do it if I asked him to? Apart from the few mentions each of the guys had made in their letters about their kids, none of them had mentioned their former wives and girlfriends at all. For that matter, none of them had even mentioned women. For as good looking, intelligent, and wealthy as they all were, I expected to see women coming and going all day every day. I was shocked that none of them had remarried or were even dating. I was curious to learn more about what their romantic lives were like, and it seemed like the current moment, with Cade and I each a little boozed up, was the perfect opportunity.
“Can I ask you something?” I began.
Cade’s dark eyes shot into mine. “Anything.” The way he said it sent a wave of chills washing over my skin.
“I feel like I know so much about the kids already, but I don’t know much about the dads. I haven’t heard you guys speak much about women or anything like that. Are any of you dating?” I prodded.
Cade shook his head. There was a flicker of something hidden in his eyes. “Nope. After our separations and divorces, we decided to dedicate our lives to our jobs and to our children.”
I tilted my head to the side. It wasn’t just that Cade didn’t appear to be a very good liar, and it was clear he was holding something back, but it was also that I simply couldn’t sign onto the idea that some of Texas’ finest weren’t seeing any women in any capacity. That just didn’t make sense.
“I don’t believe you,” I replied.
Cade chuckled. “What’s not to believe? You know our full schedules and have keys to our homes. Besides, you spend tons of time with our kids. Have you heard any of them talk about a woman?”
I hunched my brow. “No, but it doesn’t make sense.”
“What?” Cade asked with a sly smile.
I scoffed. “You’re going to mak
e me say it, aren’t you?”
Cade stuck the spoon he was eating his ice cream with into his mouth and slowly pulled it from his mouth, licking it as he went. My groin tingled thinking about what else he might be able to do with his tongue. “I don’t know what you mean.”
I rolled my eyes. “Come on, you’re clearly all very attractive men. I just can’t believe that none of you are seeing any women. I doubt you became celibate.”
Jordan poked at his ice cream. He was really bad at hiding his true nature. “I mean…” Then he shook his head. “Nothing.”
I scooted my stool towards him a little bit. “Tell me.”
“No, I don’t think so,” Cade responded.
I pushed against his knee. “Come on tell me,” I said. Cade’s eyes dropped to my hand and stared at it. I pulled my hand back instantly. “I’m sorry.”
Cade’s gaze smoothed up my form until he was staring into my eyes again. “No need to apologize,” he said. “But I really do think I should keep this to myself. I don’t want to scare you off.”
That took me back. Scare me off? What on earth could he have to say that he was concerned would scare me off? “Tell me,” I said with deep resonance in my voice.
“I really shouldn’t” Cade responded, his eyebrows raised.
“Maybe not.” I whipped my hair over my shoulder and used my assets to my advantage. “Tell me anyway.”
Cade took a deep breath. “Okay, but you can’t quit.”
“I won’t quit,” I promised. “Tell me.”
“Being such busy men, between our kids and our jobs, we often have found ourselves without the time we need to please and entertain individual women,” Cade began. “But if there is only one woman, and we work together to make sure she is happy, that works much better.”
Whoa. They all share one woman? Most guys are too jealous and possessive to be in a monogamous relationship with a woman who is entirely dedicated to them. “So, just one woman, across the six of you.”
“That’s right,” Cade said, and his voice went up at the end like he was leaving something out.
“What?” I asked. “There’s more?”
Cade nodded. “There’s more.” He took another deep breath. “I suppose you could say when we’re looking for a nanny, we’re also looking for a woman.”
My heart screeched to a halt. “Wait, what?”
“Traditionally, the one woman we have shared, has been our nanny, and because you’re our nanny, that woman would be you,” Cade said, his eyes glimmering with hope.
No wonder all the dads had been lusting after me like a piece of meat. There was a whole hidden side to the arrangement where they were expecting to have sex with me at some point. Perhaps another woman would be offended or scared, but it was as if I was a wind-up car someone put new batteries in. I was electrified and excited.
“So how does it work?” I asked, curious to my core. “Twosomes, threesomes? Or does each guy just get one-offs here and there?”
Cade smiled. “A little of column A, a little of column B.” His head cocked to the side and his eyes started dancing over my body. “Sometimes it’s just a couple, other times there are menages, three or four, and on occasion, a true roman orgy. All six guys at once.”
My pussy was getting wet at the thought. All six of those beautiful men on me at once. That may just kill me. I thought about all the dads and being able to take all of them and the fact that that’s what they wanted and I could barely stand the intensity of it anymore. Cade was in front of me, and I could tell he wanted me. Why wouldn’t I take advantage of that?
I pulled off of my stool and slid over onto Cade’s lap. At first he pulled back for me, keeping his hands off of me as I straddled him, but I wrapped my arms behind his head and pulled him to me. I dipped my head to his and set my lips to his in a kiss. I was expecting him to devour me immediately once I opened the floodgates, but after returning my kiss, he pulled back and looked up into my eyes with a smile.
“I want to, I really, really do, but I won’t do anything to you without the other guys knowing,” he said.
That disappointed me, almost to the point of being annoying. After everything he’d just told me, I literally give myself to him and now he’s telling me he isn’t going to do it?
“Are you sure?” I grinded myself down onto his lap, feeling that, in spite of his words, his cock was already rock hard. “Someone down here doesn’t agree with that decision.”
Cade’s hands settled on my ass and squeezed. “If I let him make all of my decisions I wouldn’t be anywhere.”
“Well then if you deny him so much…” I leaned down until my lips were at the lobe of his ear. I nibbled on it gently and then continued, “…maybe you should let him win for once.”
“You are a fucking siren,” Cade hissed. One of his hands moved from my backside, over my thigh, and to the button of my jeans. “Why don’t I give you something temporary to tide you over?”
He unbuttoned my pants and dove his hand into them. He maneuvered his way under the fabric of my underwear and started to slide his finger along my clit. I moaned, pulling tight against his shoulders as I could feel my legs starting to tingle. He was slow and methodical, dropping his head to place a kiss low on my chest while his fingers plucked at me below. I started to wave my hips, wanting to increase the friction between us, but he kept his hands set just perfectly against the lips to my pussy.
“Fuck,” I hissed. “Come on.”
“Not very patient?” Cade asked. “Sorry beautiful, but we’ll go at my pace.”
His voice was deep and sexy. He continued to rub my clit, at a pace that was pleasurable, but made me feel impatient. I wanted to just grab his fingers and force them inside of me, but something about the way he handled me had me feeling lightheaded and like I wanted him to maintain the control. I continued to rock my hips, trying to force the friction Cade was just barely denying me. It had been some time since I had been with someone, and I didn’t realize how much my body wanted it. I wanted to come, I needed to, and I communicated it to Cade by thrusting my pelvis forward, and grinding down on Cade’s fingers. Cade berated my impatience with a few shallows “tsks,” but did start to increase his speed. My whole body burned, and as Cade started to give me what I wanted and move faster and faster, I started to tingle. I massaged my clit against his pussy, causing the chair we were sitting on to screech in response to my movements, and Cade pushed harder against the spot, sending crackles of pleasure across my body. I tipped my head back to rest against his shoulder and then all at once, I came.
“Yes,” I whined. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
He didn’t slow his movements. I was already weak from an orgasm, but Cade showed no sign of stopping. I started to feel overwhelmed by the feeling of him continuing to burn against my clit while I was still trying to recover. I pushed against his hand, but he flexed and stayed in place, continuing to pleasure me. My head was fuzzy and my eyes were starting to water, and my thighs and stomach seared as another orgasm collided into me.
I let out a loud scream, never having experienced overlapping orgasms before, and Cade laughed. “Shh, you’re being too loud.”
“Whose fault is it?” I said, just trying to catch my breath.
Cade slid his fingers even further downwards, poking a finger at my hole. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I whimpered.
Cade moved his hand into the hole sending shockwaves through me. He got deeper and deeper until he was moving around inside me, and then crooked a finger up and hit my sweet spot. I threw my head back and let out a moan of pleasure. We were totally clothed, and he was only finger fucking me, but I was putty in his hands. I couldn’t even fathom what would happen if he actually fucked me.
“I’m gonna come again,” I warned.
“Three times?” Cade said, as if he wasn’t the one doing it. “You must be hungry.”
I started to lift and lower my hips, fucking myself on Cade’s finge
r. As he started to loosen me up, he dipped another finger inside and before long, I could feel that powerful feeling washing over me for the third time. He kissed me again, as he finally pulled his hand from my pants.
He sighed. “Well, that’s all the rule-breaking we can do for now, but don’t worry.” He ran a hand along my face. “We’ll do much more soon enough.”
8
Lowe
My muscles burned in a good way as I I swung out towards Oliver, hoping to make contact with one of my heavy, red boxing gloves. I didn’t have many releases for my pent-up frustrations, so whenever I got the opportunity, I liked to engage in my favorite past time, boxing. I was thrilled to learn that at least one of the other dads liked boxing as well, so Oliver and I made it a point to get together to box once a week. I flattered myself as a better boxer than him, but I knew that, in reality, he could kick my ass.
My punch swung wide and Oliver ducked out of the way, swinging his own fist down into my gut for a low blow. “Fuck,” I grunted.
“Come on,” Oliver hugged between breaths. “I know you can do better than that.”
I stood upright and backed away from Oliver. I sniffed in, recovering from the blow, and then went back in. I was determined to land at least one solid hit against Oliver before we ended our match for the day. He always got the best of me and I wanted the upper hand for once.
I swung out, but Oliver threw up his forearm and blocked it with expertise. I threw my other fist, but he parried and stepped out to the side.
“Fuck. You move quick for a guy with a stick so far up his ass,” I growled.
Oliver relaxed his body, and dropped his fists. “What the fu--” I threw a punch and made hard contact with Oliver’s face. He stumbled back and dropped to his butt. He tilted his head back and then started laughing. “Well played.”
Oliver had one overarching weakness: his ego. I didn’t like to exploit things like that unless I needed to, but I was getting tired and I wanted to take Oliver down. Mission accomplished. I used my teeth to peel off the velcro of my right glove and then reached out a hand and pulled Oliver to his feet. We each pulled off our gloves and then climbed out of the ring.
