“Collared shirts,” Willow replies as she takes off upstairs.
I smile. You know, I think they are actually excited.
This could be fun.
Julian
I hit the ball off the tee and we watch it fly down the fairway. “How’s your dick?” I ask Spence.
He rolls his eyes as he stands next to me, holding his golf bag. “Recovered. I’m going back tonight.” He looks down the fairway. “I had to psyche myself up.” He chews the gum in his mouth as he concentrates on his hit. He lines up and smacks the ball high into the air.
I glance at Seb and raise a brow before I look back at Spence.
“Fuck off. Who the hell has to psyche themselves up to fuck two beautiful, kinky women?” I mock as I drag my second ball over to the tee with the back of my club.
He raises his eyebrows at me and tilts his head. “How’s that hot nanny of yours, anyway?” He chews his gum, waiting.
I blow out a breath. “Trouble. She nearly got herself fucked on my kitchen floor last night.”
They both grin, flashing their teeth. “What happened?” Seb asks.
“Came home drunk and horny, waking me up.”
Seb’s eyebrows rise. “And?”
“And nothing.” I take my hit, and we watch the ball fly into the air. “She’s too young. It’s a no go.”
Seb lines his ball up. “How old?”
“Twenty-five.”
"That's a perfect age. She's old enough to know how to fuck, loose enough to fuck hard, but tight enough to drive you wild."
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, well, she would drive me fucking wild. I already know that. I’m telling you, I’ve never been so attracted to someone in my life.” I get into the golf buggy. “I have to grit my teeth the whole time I’m talking to her so I don’t get a raging boner.”
They smile as we drive down the fairway.
“You should just do it.” I shake my head. “I can’t. My kids seem to like her. I have to behave.” I sigh.
“Fuck the kids.” Spe
nce sighs. “This is all about you. The kids don’t pay her fucking wage, do they?” We pull up at the green. “Get your money’s worth, I say.” He smiles cheekily, popping his gum.
“You just worry about that iron snatch that’s going to rip your cock off tonight.” I smirk as I take out my club. “Leave my nanny to me.”
Brielle
Three hours later, we drive into the swanky looking golf club, and I pull into a parking space.
The sun is out, the birds are chirping, and the day is perfect. This place is very posh indeed. Rolling green hills stretch out as far as the eye can see. There are groups of distinguished-looking people—all being very conservative and quiet—playing golf together.
We sit in the car for a moment as we look around. “God, these people look so bored, don’t they?” I say.
“Truth,” Willow agrees as she looks around.
“Can we please go in?” Sammy pleads. “You promised.”
I exhale. “Yes, we’re here now. Let’s do this.” I climb out of the car and look down at myself. I’m wearing my navy pants and a white cotton shirt. My hair