Six Single Dads' Nanny: A Holiday Reverse Harem Romance (Love by Numbers Book 5)

by Nicole Casey

  I knelt down in front of Davin, noticing that David was watching me intently as well. “No, honey, I don’t know what happened to her, but I do know that she loved you very much, and your dad loves you even more.” I reached out and pulled them both into a tight hug, tickling their sides as I did. “And I love you the mostest!” My psychology degree kicked in and reminded me that, above anything else, children just want to be loved.

  All of the kids started laughing as I tickled the twins. They seemed to accept my explanation for the time being, but the entire time we were in line, Davin stayed focused on the mom in that family. I wondered if she bore a resemblance to the mother he remembered. When that family had finally seen Santa and left, his mood lightened significantly, and we were able to get through the rest of our shopping trip without many other hiccups.

  I took the kids back to my apartment for a hysterical, albeit messy, workshop on how to wrap presents and then it was time to take them back home. I switched around the order I decided to drop the kids off in so that I could chat with Ethan about what had happened with Davin.

  “He asked you about their mother?” he said in complete shock. “Neither of them has ever mentioned her to me, not even once.”

  “They’re probably afraid of what you’d say,” I told him. “Or that it would make you sad to remember.” I hugged him once I realized I’d bummed him out thinking he hadn’t done well for the boys. “You’re a wonderful dad, but you should talk to them about her, and make sure they know just how much you love them. I can only comfort them so much, the true assurance has to come from you.”

  Ethan hugged me back. “Thank you.” I winced a little as Ethan squeezed the part of my back he’d most caused pleasurable pain to the night before. He looked down at me with a raised eyebrow. “Are you sure I wasn’t too rough with you last night?”

  I shook my head. He hadn’t been. If anything, my back was sore because I kept him going like the energizer bunny. When it came to Ethan, I couldn’t get enough. “No, not at all, in fact…” I looked around to make sure the boys within eye or ear shot and then I leaned up to whisper into Ethan’s ear. “I’m going over to Lowe’s tonight. Ricky is going to Harrison’s for a sleepover with Trey. I’d love to have you there for a threesome.”

  Ethan smiled devilishly at me. “Just try and keep me away.”

  I gave him a kiss, trying not to get too feisty because we’d have all the time we’d need that night at Lowe’s, and I grabbed my things and prepared to leave. I was just barely out the door when I heard Ethan’s voice from the bedroom upstairs. “Boys, come here, I want to talk to you about something.” I quietly tiptoed my way upstairs and stood in the frame of Davin’s door, where Ethan had gathered both of the kids and was sitting on the bed with them on his lap. “Your mother was a wonderful woman. She was smart, and kind, and funny, and she looked a lot like both of you.”

  “She was a twin too?” David asked.

  Ethan smiled. “Kind of. You got your looks from her, which is why you’re both so cute.” He wiggled his fingers along their torsos, tickling them as he did so. “But sometimes, when two grownups stop loving each other, they start being really bad to one another. Your mommy and I, we weren’t getting along anymore, so she left because she loved you so much that she didn’t want you to have to deal with the hard stuff.” Davin started to cry, and I could even see a few tears welling up in Ethan’s eyes. David remained sober, but somber. It wasn’t a fun topic for any of them. “But the last thing she told me is that she wanted me to tell you both every single day that she loved you so much, and I haven’t done that because I was mad at her, so I’m sorry.”

  “It’s okay, daddy,” David said, grabbing Ethan’s face sweetly and giving him a calm peck on the cheek. “We have a great daddy, so we’re okay.”

  Even I couldn’t hold back my emotions. Being a single parent was hard; I had no idea how all of the guys did it, with or without a nanny.

  Davin sniffled in. “Do you think we’ll ever have a mommy again, daddy?”

  “It may take a little time…” Ethan looked up and his eyes locked in mine immediately. I wasn’t sure if he knew I was there the whole time, or if it was just something he sensed. My body fizzled as I took in the desperate, forlorn expression on Ethan’s face. We were crossing a bridge that neither of us had realized we’d gotten to. “…but I’m sure you will get another mommy again soon.”

  15

  Lowe

  I’d just barely gotten my front door parted from its frame and Jordan was through it, and attached to Ethan. They locked in a passionate kiss, and Ethan was already sliding Jordan’s dress up her legs.

  “Jeez, is it that bad?” I asked them. “You barely laid eyes on each other.”

  “Why wouldn’t it be when I finally get my hands on the woman that’s been driving me crazy day in and day out?” Ethan responded.

  “You act as if you didn’t just have her last night,” I growled back.

  Truth told, I was jealous. We agreed to share her, but Jordan had a way of making one want to possess her all to themselves. When she was around, we lost our cool. All sense of logic or reason went out the window; we are like dogs without leashes.

  “I’m insatiable,” Ethan replied, not breaking eye contact from Jordan. His hands were still wandering all over her body. “When it comes to Jordan, I can’t get enough.”

  I could relate to that feeling. Jordan was beautiful, intelligent, and unbelievably sexy. I had never had that level of excitement in a relationship before. I’d been with Ricky’s mother since high school and she had been the only woman I had been with. I wasn’t sure if I was just too dumb to see it, or if I didn’t want to see it, but she was a lesbian. Our relationship had never been that passionate, intimate, I-gotta-have-you-now, type of relationship. I thought that was normal. It wasn’t until I started to see how other people talked about their relationships that I realized we didn’t have the type of connection we should have. Before I could confront her about it, she told me that she was in love with her co-worker and would be leaving me to move to Iowa with her. It was shattering. In the end, I probably wasn’t in love with her, as much as I was in love with what we had, but realizing that we’d officially gotten to the end was hard.

  Jordan gave me an entirely different feeling. When I saw her, my heart raced and my skin fizzled and my dick tingled. Everything in me wanted everything in her, and when she laughed or I caught a glimpse of her with Ricky, all I could do was thank my lucky stars that she’d come to us.

  “Trust me, I get it,” I responded, “but let’s not rush it. Come in and I’ll pour us some wine.”

  Despite clearly not wanting to slow down, Ethan and Jordan did heed what I’d asked, and peeled themselves off of one another long enough to make it down to the den, where I poured us each a glass of my most expensive white wine. Ethan was operating from a one-track mind, though, and all he saw his wine was an opportunity to strip Jordan down and take body shots of the wine off of her. I would have been annoyed if she didn’t look so sexy stripped down and covered in the wine, and when Ethan started to drizzle the liquid over her breasts and pussy, I was all in for whatever game plan he’d come up with. We took turns dropping the wine over her breasts and pussy and licking it up. The more we played, the more drunk we got, and the more drunk we got, the more we played; it was the best vicious cycle.

  Eventually, the wine wasn’t even needed and I was just eating Jordan out without a care. Ethan positioned himself above her and was fucking her breasts with his cock, and in no time at all we were in the throes. As I licked the hole to her pussy, I decided to chase a shadow of our orgy from the other night, and I dipped down and licked her asshole. I waited to see if she rejected the thought, but the more I licked, the more she moaned. Ethan was dipping his cock into her mouth when he could, and I was giving her head, and pushing my fingers in her pussy. She was whining and begging us for more as our combined tactics had her coming twice back to back. I was hoping to pr
epare her ass for penetration, but she derailed my plans.

  “Fuck my pussy,” Jordan whined.

  I wanted something else, but I was pretty powerless to deny her of anything she asked for, and I moved my dick up to her pussy and slid in without resistance. Knowing that she had a kink for a little bit of pain, I flipped her over until she was on her hands and knees and poked my thumb into her ass while I fucked her. Her pussy was clenching me as I played with her ass, and I knew that I was going to go for another ‘first’ with Jordan.

  I pulled out of her pussy. “You want Ethan to fuck your pussy?”

  Jordan nodded. “I love when Ethan fucks my pussy.”

  Ethan tilted his head at me, but made his way over. I maneuvered them so that Jordan was on top of Ethan, and she went to work riding him while he gripped onto her breasts and squeezed them. I knelt behind Jordan, wrapped an arm around her, and started to rub her clit with one hand, and used the other to hook some fingers into her mouth.

  “Do you really wanna feel good?” I asked. Jordan nodded her head. I took my hand from her mouth and poked her ass. “Do you remember when we fucked your ass?”

  “I loved getting my ass fucked,” Jordan responded.

  “Have you ever done both?” I asked. “Pussy and ass?” I rubbed her clit faster and faster until she started to shudder and came on Ethan’s cock. Ethan had a mischievous smile on his face as he heard me make the plan.

  “No,” Jordan said, “but I want to.”

  “Are you sure? It may hurt at first,” I told her.

  Jordan nodded. “I like pain.”

  Ethan smacked her ass hard, leaving a bright red imprint of his hand behind. “Yeah you do.”

  I was thrilled. I pulled out some lube and prepared her the same way Ethan had before, starting with one finger until her hole was easily giving way, and then I added a second finger. I even went the extra mile to work her asshole until I could add a third finger. I wanted to reduce the pain as much as possible. Once she was loose enough, I added a copious amount of lube to my dick, and then I slowly started to move inside.

  “Ah,” Jordan moaned, and I stopped but she pushed back against me. “No, keep going.”

  I kept pressing inside of her and I felt like I was going to pass out. I could feel everything. I could feel every muscle of her asshole, and I could feel Ethan’s cock filling up her pussy. The feeling was beyond good. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I started slowly, but Jordan was insatiable, and she increased our pace until Ethan and I were both fucking her at a rapid pace with her screaming out.

  “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my ass and my pussy!” Jordan screamed. “Come in my ass and my pussy.”

  “Fuck, you aren’t gonna have to tell me twice,” Ethan said.

  I shook my head. “Me either.”

  We were going to have to get her going again at a later date, because neither Ethan nor I had prepared for how good it was going to feel filling Jordan up entirely and watching her come multiple times on our rock hard cocks up both of her holes. Finally, we both pushed all the way in and Jordan’s eyes looked like they were going to come flying out of her head. Her entire lower body started to shake as she dominated us with an overwhelming orgasm, and snatched our souls from our bodies, pulling equally powerful orgasms out of each of us. I wasn’t even sure what happened after that moment, I just remembered the feeling of having Jordan at her tightest squeezed around my dick.

  When I woke up the next morning, neither Jordan nor Ethan was still in bed. I got up and went downstairs and found Jordan sitting on the couch.

  “Good morning,” I greeted.

  She smiled at me, tilting her head up. “Good morning.”

  I met her with a kiss and then sat on the couch next to her. “How are you feeling? We didn’t hurt you, did we?”

  “A little,” she replied honestly, “but I liked it.”

  I rubbed her leg. “Well that’s all that matters. I did too, if that helps.”

  She nodded. “It does.”

  “Where’s Ethan?” I asked.

  “He was gone when I woke up this morning. He said he had to go get the boys from his mom’s because Davin was sick,” she explained. “Is it weird that I wanted to go find them? Like it’s my kid or something.”

  “No, that’s not weird,” I replied. “You love them. You love all the kids. You mean so much more to them than you realize. You’re so good to them.”

  “I feel like it’s them who are good to me,” she responded. “The other day, Ricky told me that he thought I should be king of the world. Then when Nova told him girls were queens not kings, he said I should be queen and king of the world.” She giggled. “He’s so cute I can’t stand it.”

  It warmed my heart to see how much she cared about my son. It was enough to make any man crazy about a girl. “He really loves you.”

  “I really love him,” she replied, then she sighed. “And he’s not the only one.”

  “No, it’s clear you love all the kids,” he said.

  Jordan shook her head. “That’s not what I mean.” She turned and looked at me.

  My heart pounded. “Me?”

  She nodded. “All of you. I really feel like I’m falling in love with all of you. Is that possible for one person to love six guys? Can I love six men at one time?”

  I didn’t know how to respond to what she’d just confessed to me, so I just remained quiet. Was Jordan really falling in love with us? More than that? Was I falling in love with her?

  16

  Rogan

  I could barely believe what Lowe had told me. Had Jordan really told him that she was falling in love with us? I couldn’t tell if I was more frightened by that fact that she had verbalized it or by the fact that it didn’t terrify me the way I thought it should be.

  I’d spent my time with her, but I had no idea all of that was going through her mind. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t absolutely perfect, or like my child didn’t love her. Worse things had certainly happened to me. To have a woman like Jordan in love with me, that was the kind of thing guys dreamed about; the kind of thing I’d dreamed about ever since my ex first left.

  I peeked over at her. We were in my car headed north to Decatur where I had my own cabin. It was one of my favorite places to go, not just because it was away from the hustle and bustle of the city, but because it was right near a few perfect hunting trails. I knew it would be a perfect, romantic place to take Jordan where I could have her all to myself. She’d mentioned back when we first met that she was intrigued by my hunting hobby, and I figured there was no better way to introduce her to the craft, than to show her where I spent my time. Harrison agreed to watch Danielle for me, and I was going to enjoy a couple days of having Jordan’s attention totally on me.

  Arriving at my cabin was a pit stop at best. Jordan was clamoring to get outside, and even though I had no intentions of actually hunting (that wasn’t a very romantic activity), I knew it was the height of hunting seasons, so there would be tons of games to view, and it was just approaching sunset, and the scenery would be perfect. I got her out on the trails and she was blissed by the number of deer, pheasant, and rabbits we saw, and I explained to her the specifics of hunting deer versus small game. We even got lucky and I was able to show her my most favorite animal to hunt, the Javelina. It was rare to find them outside of Texas as far as the United States went, and even there, they were uncommon and damn difficult to hunt. We had a bit of fun attempting to track one, and Jordan thought it was hilarious how fast they were.

  As the sun began to set, I took her out to one of the hills that overlooked the Decatur fields. I pulled out the picnic I’d packed for us to eat dinner, and set out a blanket and she curled into me while we ate and watched the sunset.

  “How often do you come here?” she asked.

  “It was more before Danielle was born,” I told her. “Kids change everything.”

  “I know, I recently had seven of them,” she responded and I giggled.
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br />   “It was therapy for me to be able to come here while everything was happening with her mother. If I didn’t have this place to just come and sit and relax and get away from it for a little bit, I don’t know what I would have done,” I explained. “I would scream. I would cry. Anything to just get it out.”

  “Have you ever brought her here? Danielle, I mean,” Jordan asked.

  I shook my head. “No. I don’t know that I’m ready to expose her to the world of hunting, or just death in general. It was hard enough discussing with her what it meant that her mother was moving across the country and she’d get to see her once a year moving forward if she was lucky.”

  “I can relate to Danielle,” Jordan said in a softer, sadder tone, and I looked over at her. She was staring out over the horizon, watching the land, but her mind was somewhere else. “My family fell apart when I was her age.”

  “Seriously?” I asked. How serendipitous that we would get a nanny who could actually relate to our children. It didn’t make me happy that she’d been through any pain, but it was just something else that was there for us to love about her.

  “Yeah,” she said. “My dad left us, really abruptly. According to my mom they were great. He just up and left one day. It was so unexpected that she actually thought something bad had happened to him, but then a few weeks later she got divorce papers in the mail. I was an only child, so it was a bit easier for my mom to raise me on her own, but they had me young, so it was a struggle all the way around. She didn’t have a ton of money and my grandparents wanted her to abort me, so they weren’t very helpful or invested.”

  “Wow,” I responded. I couldn’t fathom what I would do if Danielle didn’t even have her grandparents. “I’m sorry.”

  Jordan shrugged. “I turned out okay. My mom taught me the most important thing in the world: How to survive. For a while, I wondered why my dad didn’t love me enough to stay, or even stay involved, but my mom told me every day that I was special and that he didn’t see it because he was stupid. I know now that she’s right.” She looked up at me. “The parents who stick around are the ones I respect above anything.”