Brock's Leading Lady (The Nanny Tales 1)

“Come on, sweeties. Let’s go shower and get dry and then we can get ready for dinner,” she says as she corrals the kids out of the pool. It isn’t until she mentions dinner that I remember the BBQ.

“Crap. I am so sorry. I came home and totally forgot to let you know. I decided to invite my brother and his son Connor over for a BBQ at four. I figured we could have hotdogs, hamburgers, and steak. I have mac and cheese in the cabinet, but not much else. I should probably run to the store.”

“Oh, I can do it. Please. I have been dying to get out of the house.” River is bouncing up and down on her feet. I cover my mouth to hide the chuckle. This is the first time I have seen her act her age and I find it makes my protectiveness grow. This is the first time it has hit me full on that she is also now my responsibility. My new little sister and I take that seriously.

“I’ll tell you what...” I start. “If your sister says it is ok, then I will send you and the kids to the store, but…” I stop as she starts saying yay and then she realizes there is a but. “But I am not letting you drive by yourself. I will send you and the kids but only with Armando driving you. Deal?” crossing her arms and hiding a smirk of her own she responds.

“Fine. Deal.” She turns to go and change.

“Wait. I can go. I mean you did hire me to take care of your kids and home. It’s not fair to send them with River. Just let me throw on something and I…” I am about to interject when River beats me to it.

“I don’t mind. I love hanging out with them.” she flees up the stairs with the kids, leaving her sister and I downstairs. I find my hand twitching, and my fingers flexing, itching to touch her again. It’s been too many hours and I am losing control. She looks over at me and bites her lip.

“I’m going to go and…”

“Stay.” I say a bit harsher than I mean to, but fuck if I can help it. I am seconds away from telling her to turn around and bend over so I can take what has been calling me since she walked into my life.

“But…” she looks unsure and as much as I don’t want her to be afraid of me, I need her to not move more.

“Do not move, baby. I am barely containing myself. Understand?” she nods not saying anything. Pulling my phone off the counter, I text Armando letting him know what is happening. He responds that he will be here in 15 mins. I walk over to the sink, walking around her as I go, waking in the way her body is shimmering, with the light bouncing off of her. Her hair, wavy and thick, enticing my hands to reach into it and pull it back as her back arches and my cock pummels her over and over. Fuck. This is why I need her to not move. The moment she moves all I will want to do her become prevalent and nothing will stop me then. Not even my kids walking into the kitchen.

Feels like forever, but finally the kids and River come down. “You guys all set?” I look at Jasper making sure he is ok. He hasn’t been saying much and I remind myself to take him aside before the day is over and make sure he is ok.

“Yeah. We are good dad.” He answers. Once again, I note that his eyes don’t stray far or long from River and I realize that my boy has his first real crush. Oh boy. I won’t embarrass him and mention it now.

“Very well. River, here is the credit card. Armando is outside waiting. You can get whatever the kids and you want to go with the rest.” She nods, takes the credit card and the three of them walk out the door, finally leaving me what I need. HER. I just hope she is ready for ME.Chapter 12DeltaWhy is it that I have been standing in this spot for fifteen minutes and all I can feel is hot and bothered? The minute he told me not to move my pussy began to quiver. I can feel it dripping down my leg. My body long since dried off from the pool. Something about his voice and the command makes me want to do whatever he says. I watch as he hands my sister his credit card, trusting her not to be a normal teenager and rob him blind, makes me love him even more. What! Love? Did I just say ...I mean it has been over 24 hours but nowhere near enough time to LOVE him. Has it? I mean I haven’t the first clue about love except what I have been reading books, but that is just make believe. Isn’t it? Oh God. Am I one of those girls who falls for the first man to pay them some attention? Almost as if he can tell where my head is going, he turns back to me and begins walking toward me.