Sharing Their Nanny (The Nannies)

“How do you know?” she asked.

“Because Dylan told me how you reacted to him last night.” He stood up and advanced toward her. She stood next to the wall, not moving, and as he put his hands on either side of her head, he saw the flash in her eyes.

There had been a few times he’d witnessed it in the past six months. The rush. The pleasure. The need.

Raine’s desire had been right there for him to taste all this time, but he’d held himself back, almost afraid to touch in case he overstepped the mark.

Her chest rose and fell with each deep inhale, and he smiled. “Tell me, Raine, once we take out the nanny equation, what do we have left?”

“Us,” she said.

“You, me, and Dylan?”

“Yes.”

“You know what we want, don’t you?” he asked.

“To share me.”

“And what would you like?” This wasn’t going to be a one-way street. He wanted Raine to get everything out of it that her heart desired.

“You and Dylan, both wanting me?”

He leaned down so his lips were directly next to her ear. “You have already got it, so tell me, Raine, what do you want most right now?”

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Raine had tried to tell herself that last night was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. That she and Dylan were just sharing a moment. A moment she couldn’t stop thinking about. A moment that was one of the best experiences of her life.

One that she wanted to do over and over and over again.

Even on the walk home from school, alone with her thoughts, she had imagined Max arriving last night. Of him touching her. Joining in.

Something had to be wrong with her for the thoughts she was having. This wasn’t normal.

Her ex had often said she was a bit of a slut and that no man wanted that from his woman. They were happy to see it in porn, where there was a screen dividing them, but not in their woman.

Max’s fingers went to her chin, and he lifted her face so she’d look at him.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“No one wants a slut,” she said. The words spilled from her mouth before she could stop them.

“Pardon me?”

“I … I was always too much for my ex. He told me that … no man wanted a whore in the bedroom. That I wasn’t normal in what I wanted.” She licked her lips, feelings tears fill her eyes, and then she gasped as Max let go of her face. The tips of his fingers stroked down her body toward her breast.

He palmed her tit. “I don’t know what this ex did or said, but I do remember you telling me he cheated on you. He wasn’t man enough for you, so he went and found someone weaker that made him feel better. You, Raine, you’re a fucking queen. You are a woman that has so much passion inside you, he didn’t know what to do with it, but believe me, I don’t want you to pretend in my bed. Whatever you want, you ask for, you take it, and you make sure I’m man enough to give it to you.”

She opened her eyes, and then, his lips were on hers. The hand that had been palming her tit sank into her hair, gripping the length and tilting her head back so he could take the kiss he wanted.

This wasn’t gentle.

This was hard, fierce, and demanding.

There was no turning back.

Raine moaned, and he took full advantage, plunging his tongue into her mouth. She placed her hands on the large expanse of his chest, then ran them up around his neck, gripping him tightly, not wanting to let him go.

“Fuck, Raine,” he said. “You don’t know how desperate I am for you.” He spoke between kisses.

He broke away from her lips, going down to her neck, sucking on her pulse, and setting her body on fire in ways she didn’t think were possible.

His hands were everywhere, stoking a flame she thought she had put out.

The sounds of torn clothing filled the air, and then her hands were touching naked flesh.

Opening her eyes, she realized they had both shredded their clothes. Her blouse lay in two pieces on the floor, and Max knelt in front of her, dragging down her skirt until it fell at her feet.

She wore a matching lingerie set, sheer black lace, and as he looked up at her, he growled. “I don’t know how I’ve been able to keep my hands off you.”

Raine moaned as his face pressed between her thighs. He breathed her in and with a quick tug, the panties were gone. She stared down at him as he spread her legs wide.

She wasn’t a small woman, but with his large hands, he made her feel it. He gripped her thighs, and then his mouth was between her legs, licking and sucking at her clit. He used his teeth, making her cry out.