by Nicole Casey
“Fair match,” Oliver said with a smile, holding out his fist for a bump, “but you won’t get me like that next time.”
I met his fist bump with my own. “Sorry. I had to pee.”
Oliver rolled his eyes and then we made our way over to our bags. I pulled out my phone and saw that I had a couple of missed calls from Cade. I looked over at Oliver and saw that he had his head cocked to the side in confusion as well.
“Hey,” I called over. “Missed calls from Cade?”
“Yeah,” Oliver replied. “That’s weird. He never calls.”
Cade was a religious texter. He did so much talking all day, every day at his job, so when he was off the clock, he preferred to save his voice and text.
“Get dressed and we’ll call him from the car,” Oliver said.
I changed out of my workout clothes, and met Oliver at his pristine, silver Lexus in front of our gym. I climbed into the passenger’s side of his car, and then Oliver got in and started his car.
He pressed the phone button and his car blinged to life. “Call Cade,” Oliver told it, and a second later Cade answered.
“Where the hell have you been?” Cade barked.
“Whoa,” Oliver replied. “Hey, Cade, it’s me and Lowe. We were at the gym, boxing. I kicked his ass, obviously.”
“If by ‘kicked his ass,’ you mean fell flat on yours, then I would say that’s an accurate depiction of what happened today,” I cut in.
“You cheated,” Oliver spat back.
I gasped. “What? No, I--”
“Hey guys, fun fact, I don’t give a shit who won your little means nothing boxing match. I had my fingers up Jordan’s pussy last night,” Cade said.
It looked like Oliver’s eyes were going to come flying off of his face. “What?!”
Cade laughed. “Don’t be mad that you weren’t first.”
I wasn’t as energetic as Oliver, but I was angry inside too. We all agreed that Ethan would explain things to Jordan first and then we would come in after that. How the fuck did Cade end up hooking up with her.
“You fucked her?” I asked.
“No, no,” Cade said. “I didn’t break the rules all the way, but she climbed onto my lap and was basically begging for it. I couldn’t say no.”
“Yeah you could have, it sounds like this ‘No,’” Oliver said.
I looked at Oliver. “So if Jordan climbed up in your lap and begged you to fuck her, you would have told her no?”
Oliver stared at me and I stared back at him and we just sat in silence for a while.
“Exactly,” Cade sliced the silence finally.
“Do Ethan and Harrison know?” I asked.
“What about Rogan?” Oliver asked. “I bet he’s pissed. He wanted to destroy her when she went to his office to get her paperwork processed.”
“I’ve told everyone a little bit of it, but because it seems like Jordan is going to be willing to sign on to the other half of our arrangement sooner than we were thinking, we have to have a meeting and discuss exactly what we’re going to do. Are you two done working out? Can you come to Ethan’s?” Cade asked.
“Yeah. Let us go home and change, and we’ll be over,” Oliver said.
“Okay. Don’t take too long,” Cade said. “Bye.”
“Bye,” Oliver and I both resounded and then the line went dead.
I started to climb out of Oliver’s car, but he grabbed his arm and stopped me. I looked over my shoulder and his face was stone serious. “What?” I asked.
“I just think, before we do this, I want you to know…” Oliver began and I’d never seen him look so serious before. “That last shot you got off.”
“Yeah?” I said.
“It only brought you up to 8, I still won with 10 points,” Oliver said, then he flashed a dumb smile.
I flipped him off, climbed out of the car, and slammed the door. Moron. I actually thought he had something serious to say. I probably should have known better. I made my way to my own car and expeditiously returned to my home. I took a quick shower, dressed myself in something comfortable, and then made my way over to Ethan’s house. Everyone had already gathered, and once drinks were poured, and everyone was comfortable in the den, Ethan checked his watch.
“Alright, we don’t have much time. Jordan is picking the kids up from school and bringing them here, so we gotta talk and talk fast,” he said.
“Tell us everything,” Oliver poked.
“It happened really quickly,” Cade said. “I asked her to hang out while I tucked Nova in and when I came back she was making herself an ice cream and coffee liqueur bowl. I got one myself and once we were both a little tipsy, she asked me about our dating lives. I tried to keep it vague, but I think she could tell I was lying and pushed.”
“I’m sure she could tell you were lying. You’re a horrible liar,” Lowe said.
“Anyway,” Cade continued. “Once she pushed me enough, I told her the truth about us sharing a woman, usually the nanny. I thought she was gonna freak out, but she really just looked intrigued. We started talking about arrangements; twosomes, threesomes; and I think she got turned on. She climbed onto my lap, kissed me, and dared me to do something. I knew what we’d decided, so I didn’t want to fuck her just yet, even though she would have let me. So I fingered her.”
“That’s it?” Oliver said. “She wanted to fuck and you didn’t?”
Cade looked legitimately confused. “That’s not what we decided.”
I scoffed. “Leave it up to the baby. I would have fucked her twice without giving it a second thought. Fuck you guys.”
“You’re not alone,” Harrison broke in and all eyes shot to him. That was uncharacteristic for him. “Oh no,” he continued. “I meant, Oliver. He’s a barbarian that lacks compunction.”
Oliver threw his hand to his heart with an overly dramatic gasp. “I am wounded, Harrison. Wounded.”
Rogan ignored him. “So how do we--”
“Wounded!” Oliver screeched and everyone tossed different expletives at him. “Okay, I’m sorry, but seriously. How do we move forward? If it sounds like she’s in, how much longer do I have to wait?”
“We still need to take into consideration that this woman is caring for our children. More than that, they all seem to adore her. I know we’re all itching to try her out, but we need to continue to get to know her, and make sure that she truly is on board with these special circumstances,” Harrison said.
“Oh, I plan to continue to get to know her,” Oliver cut in. “Biblically.”
“Harrison is right,” Ethan interjected. “We will get to know her better first, and take things slow. If she is willing we’ll put our other arrangement in place, but we won’t force her to do anything she doesn’t want to.” There was a collective round of agreements to the statement. “Now then, it’s just down to deciding who will have the conversation with her. I clearly took too long for you all, so why doesn’t one of you do it?”
Cade raised his hand. “I’ll do it.”
Oliver raised his hand higher. “No! I’ll do it.”
“Okay, so clearly we can’t trust either of those two,” Rogan said. He looked over at me with a hiked eyebrow. “Harrison, you should do it?”
“Me?” He questioned.
I knew where Rogan was going with it. It made sense to have the most calm, cool, and collected of us to have the official conversation with Jordan. “Yeah, you should do it,” I added. “She respects you a lot, and you’re the most mature one of us. Just have the conversation,” I winked, “and then have a taste.”
Harrison sat there in silence for a moment, but then a coy smile curled across his face. “Okay. I’ll do it.”
9
Harrison
Each time I saw Jordan, the more I was attracted to her. My compatriots had less at stake than I did and had an easy time expressing their lewd desires for our new nanny, but it was a bit different for me. I didn’t color myself some overly sophisticated man, but I w
as the only one in the Single Dad Club that didn’t part from his ex due to differences or falling out of love. It didn’t help that Jordan looked just like her, and laying eyes on her took me back to a past I had tried very hard to forget.
I’d been designated by the other dads to be the one to explain to Jordan the circumstances of our arrangements and the agreements we’d come to, but I wasn’t even sure I could remain objective about her. I wasn’t as carnal as Lowe or Oliver, but I couldn’t stop myself from agreeing with them when they said they would have fucked her without concern for the consequences. I might have done the same. I wanted her more than I could fathom.
“Knock, knock!”
Jordan’s melodic voice pierced my thoughts. I glanced at the clock in my office and realized that I’d been sitting deep in thought for close to an hour. She was already home with Trey and it was time to have the conversation with her, and I hadn’t even considered what I was going to say.
“Harrison?” Jordan called out again.
“Coming!” I stood up and walked out of my office and met Jordan and Trey in the front hallway.
“Hi daddy,” Trey greeted. “Can I watch Pit Stop?” Pit Stop was Trey’s recent cartoon of choice; he was obsessed with it. “I’m hungry.”
“Do I look like a walking need-fulfiller to you?” I asked him, and he stared back at me blankly. “I’ll take that as a yes. Come on.” I looked up at Jordan. “Do you have a moment? I’ll just get him set up with dinner and his show, then I wanted to talk to you about something.”
Jordan nodded with a bright smile. “Of course.”
“Come on in. Make yourself comfortable,” I responded, and then I followed as Trey was already headed towards the living room.
I followed him in and chuckled as he went about setting up his typical, nightly routine. He was a child of habit, and I just stood while he dragged over his child-sized armchair, placing it square in front of the T.V., pushing it back until it was far enough away that he knew he wouldn’t get barked at by his father, and then he went and grabbed his little table. He then sat down in the chair and looked back over his shoulder at me, absently wondering why I wasn’t already doing my job. I prepared him a quick meal of nuggets and fries, his favorite, and delivered them to him with a juice box and carrot sticks. He didn’t even say thank you, he just settled in and immediately started eating. I clicked on his favorite episode of Pit Stop from our recorded stash, and then as I passed by him, he did offer me a chicken nugget of gratitude.
“You’re welcome, bud,” I said to him. “You eat it for me.”
He didn’t even look up; he just popped it into his mouth.
I walked back out of the living room and found Jordan sitting in the den, and had started the fire place. She was standing in front of it, looking at the pictures I had on the mantle. I couldn’t keep many pictures out; any that gave way to my old life were too risky to show anyone but myself, but there were a few of Trey and I that I kept up there, along with Trey’s kindergarten school photo.
“He’s pretty cute isn’t he?” I asked and Jordan turned around and smiled at me.
“He’s very cute,” she responded. “He doesn’t look much like you. Does he take after his mother?”
That was a question I wasn’t prepared to answer. “Are you saying I’m not cute?” I diverted.
Jordan’s cheeks turned red. “N-no! You’re very cute. Uh, I mean…” She started chuckling. “Well played.”
“I wanted to talk to you about what the guys and I decided,” I said, moving on without answering any questions about Eva. I approached her slowly, and she stayed in place with the hue on her face not fading. “Cade told us what happened and that he told you about the second arrangement we have with our nannies.”
“He did,” Jordan confirmed.
“And that you would be willing,” I said.
Jordan nodded. “I would be. I obviously find you all very attractive.”
I stopped walking when I was close enough to Jordan to smell the sweet, lilac of her perfume. “And we all feel similarly, but we want you to know that, we feel differently about you. This isn’t just sex. We appreciate what you do for our children and we want to treat you with all the respect you deserve. We aren’t going to ask you to do anything you aren’t ready for. We’re moving at your pace.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever had a boyfriend who’s done that, so you’re already a leg up,” Jordan responded.
“And you’re absolutely sure you want to do this?” I asked. “It usually takes a bit more convincing,” I admitted to her.
“I’ve always been a bit more forward thinking,” Jordan said. “I have a friend Sadie who has five men of her own, and her sister has four. In fact, several people in my circle find polyamory a perfectly normal and healthy way to love.”
“That’s because it is,” I agreed with her. “So that means you’re totally in?”
Jordan took a step towards me, her eyes fluttering with lust. “I am. I’ve come to know and take such good care of all of your kids. Why shouldn’t I take care of the dads too?”
She was truly perfect. I felt protective over her. I saw so much of Eva in her and I wanted to make sure I was a better lover to Jordan than I ever was to Eva. That said, my dick was already hardening at the thought of being able to fuck her. The way she was looking at me let me know, in no uncertain terms, that she wanted it too, and I couldn’t wait to give it to her.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and pushed her up against the wall next to the fireplace. Her arms linked behind my neck and pulled me close, and I didn’t resist the urge to kiss her any longer. My lips smashed against hers like a wave on the shore, and my whole body ached with a desire to have her. I squeezed her hips as we made out, pushing my knee forward to press her pussy through her pants. At first she gave in, grinding herself down on my leg, and letting out short, pleasured breaths into my mouth, but then she stopped and pulled herself away.
“Why?” I asked.
She chuckled. “Trey.”
She pecked me one more time on the lips and then pushed me away and walked around me. I followed her as she walked down the hall and into the living room, where we saw Trey passed out with his head leaning back over his chair. She tiptoed into the room, moved his table, and picked him up. A ghost image of Eva caring for Trey drifted through my mind, but the image of Jordan doing it pushed it out. She was already helping me recover from what I’d once lost. She was so motherly to Trey already, and I could sense that she was already moving into the hole we’d both had inside of us for a really long time.
She carried Trey into his bedroom, tucked him in, and gave him a gentle kiss. He settled into his covers, way quicker than was typical for him, and a few seconds later he was snoozing quietly.
She was barely out of the room before I was on her, with my hands snaked into her hair, and my lips sucking against hers. We were a tornado as we made our way down the hallway, just trying to make it to my bed, or really any surface that could hold us up. I dropped her down onto my bed, and settled over her, keeping my lips locked to hers, only parting long enough to allow her to pull my shirt up and over my head.
I pulled at her lips with my teeth, reveling in the way she moaned quietly and arched her back just enough to press her breasts against me, and rub against my sheathed cock with her leg. My heart was pounding as I slid my hands up her torso and pushed her shirt up her body. When her stomach was revealed, I moved my mouth down to her stomach and kissed and licked her skin, loving the sweetness it left on my taste buds. I was parched and Jordan was my drink of choice.
She pulled her top off her head, and I slid my hands around her back to the clasp of her bra. I undid it, and pulled her bra aside, letting it drop to the floor. Her pert, full breasts were perfect, and I ducked in to lick them. I teased one with my tongue while flicking the nipple of the other with my fingers and Jordan cried out with pleasure. She threaded her fingers into my hair and rubbed my head gently while I sucke
d on her breasts, taking the time to give them adequate attention. I continued to kiss and lick them, leaving dark marks of my presence behind, while I laced a hand between us and undid the button to her jeans. She wiggled her hips, tempting me, as I dipped my hand inside and started to rub her pussy through the fabric of her panties.
“Harrison,” she moaned at me, and I could feel my own pants constricting where I hadn’t yet released my dick, but it was going to have to wait.
Her underwear were already wet, and I slid my middle finger along her engorged clit. I kept the article between us for the moment, to tease her and grow the tension while I continued sucking her boobs in earnest. I took my time, pleasuring her in all of her sweet spots, staying just out of range of the goal. I knew what she wanted, the way she bucked her hips against my hand was a clear indicator of it, but I’d waited a while to have Jordan and I had no intentions of rushing the process. I kissed my way down her stomach, over her belly button, and landed at her waistline. I pulled her jeans free of her body, and placed a litany of kisses along her hip bones, even taking a few nibbles, all of which made her cry out. She had sensitive hips, and that was incredibly exciting to me.
I slid my way back up her body, and once her hands could reach my pants, she started to push them aside. I obliged her wishes, and allowed her to send them away, aiding her only when they got too low for her to push any further. I kicked the pants off, and Jordan started to rub my dick under the cloth of my boxers.
I let out a huff and she smiled. “You’re big.”
“Do you want it?” I asked her.
She nodded. “I want it.”
I tucked my hands into my boxers and dropped them away from my body, letting my leaking, aching member spring free. Jordan’s eyes widened and it was an incredible boost to my confidence. She licked her lips and I laughed. There would be a time for her to taste me, but not just yet. I wanted it to be all about her. I tapped her hip to roll her onto her stomach, and she did as told, giving me the view I desired of her beautiful ass. It had a lovely peach shape to it, and I let my cock sit in the line of her ass cheeks, loving the feeling of her soft, supple skin.
