Chasing His Nanny: A dad's best friend, age gap, single dad romance (Chasing Her Book 1)

11. Bast

“You really love me?”

The door has only just shut, and she’s staring at me with hopeful eyes.

“Yes. I love you. You’re hard not to love.”

She bursts into tears. “You’re the only one who does.”

I hold her against me and softly kiss the crown of her head as it rests on my chest.

“That’s not true. I think your father came round and your mother just needs some time.”

Marie and James walk out of the playroom with Hettie and Havana. I’m still not sure how Marie is taking the news. But when she smiles and presses her hand on my shoulder, I think we’re going to be okay.

“Are you okay?” my ever thoughtful daughter, Hettie, asks, siding up to Bree and patting her back.

“Of course, darling.” Her eyes are red and puffy as she turns to Hettie and smiles, trying to act normal. “These are happy tears.”

“We’ll let you talk to the girls,” James says. He squeezes Bree’s shoulder. “Welcome to the family.”

Bree looks at him with watery eyes. “Thank you,” she chokes out.

“You’re in our family now?” Havana asks. She’s always the one to pick up on any snippet of information she shouldn’t. “Are you Daddy’s girlfriend?”

Bree’s gaze lands on mine as she wonders how to answer.

“Let’s go,” James says to Marie. “And thanks for letting us take them for the night. If you want date nights, we’re always ready.”

Marie smiles. “Maybe you’d like a couple of hours tonight?”

Bree glances at Hettie and Havana and says. “Would it be okay if we had a family night tonight?” My heart sinks because I’d really love some time with just me and her.

Her teeth dig into her bottom lip before she asks Hettie and Havana. “Would you like to sleep at Nanny’s and Gramps’ house next weekend?”

The girls squeal. “Can we go to the cinema and watch a Disney movie?” Havana asks.

Marie grins. “Absolutely. And how about pizza too?”

“And ice-cream?” Hettie mumbles, her eyes wide and hopeful.

“Would you like the ice-cream now, so Daddy and Bree can have a chat?” Marie asks.

Hettie drags Havana by the hand, and both girls get their coats. Obviously, ice-cream always wins.

We kiss the girls goodbye and the moment the door closes; I look at Bree. I can’t hold back any longer. “I need you.” I pull her to me and plunge my lips on hers as I thread my fingers through her hair.

The kiss deepens, our tongue dancing together, and when we release, she stares at me and says, “So we’re a couple?”

“If you’ll have me and the girls.”

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted. Make love to me, Bast,” she whispers against my mouth. “Please.”

“Of course. I’m always going to take care of you. Let me show you how I can take care of you.” I resist the primal urge to take her here and now. Bree is still a virgin, despite how big her dildo is. I want to take it easy on her.

But like a caveman, I grab her waist and throw her over my shoulder. Her laughter fills the air as I stride up the stairs.

When I reach my bedroom, I lay her on the bed and press a line of kisses up her throat as I pull on the hem of her top and pull it over her head.

“I’ll be gentle.” I lean down and kiss her lips. “And I’ll always be good to you.”

“I know you will. Now make love to me.”

With her red hair fanned out on my pillow, her hard pink nipples on display and her eyes on me, she’s a goddess.

“How much do you need my cock, Red?” I unbuckle her jeans and tug them down her legs.

Her tongue slides across her lips. “You’re a dirty talker, doc?”

“That’s because you make me feel feral.” Next I drag her panties and throw them with her clothes on the floor.

She shudders. “I need it more now than ever.”

I pull off my tee shirt and kneel on the bed. “Open your legs, let me see you.”

She obeys, spreading herself. I press my mouth against her sex. She moans, arching her back, getting closer. “That feels so good.”

“And you’re already so wet, Bree.”

“That’s what you do to me. I want to feel you inside me.”

“We still don’t have a condom.”

Her eyes meet mine. “You haven’t had sex for five years.”

I nod. “And you’re a virgin and on the pill.”

“Then I want nothing to come between us.” She pushes my sweatpants down to my thighs along with my boxers.

“Fuck Bree.” I press my lips against hers, feeling my cock slide between her folds, her arousal coating my dick.

Her fingernails claw at my back. She’s a siren, making me do things I never wanted to do again. But here I am, about to have sex with a woman thirteen years younger than me. And I’m fine with it. In fact, I can’t believe my luck right now.

I groan as I slide my cock inside her tight heat while devouring her mouth. Only my crown is inside when I still, giving her time to get used to my thickness. Then I pull back out to her heady moan.

I press back inside her, this time a little further, and pull back only an inch. And repeat over and over, getting a little deeper each time. Bree’s hands reach for my shoulders. Her hips lifting to take more and more.

Her breathing is ragged. She’s staring between us, watching my cock sliding in and out of her.

I groan as I thrust inside her, halt inside her as I slam my lips on her to swallow her moans.

And when her nails dig into my flesh, I know she is ready to move. Soon we fuck like we can’t get enough of each other.

Her pussy squeezes my dick so much, I doubt I’ll last much longer.

“You feel so good, Red. I’m never letting you go now. You know that? You know you’re mine?”

“I’ve only ever been yours.”

“You are.”

And that seems to topple her over the edge—being mine. “Bast—“ She spasms around me, her head pushing against the pillow as she cries through her climax.

I want to hold out, but as her pussy pulses around me, I can’t stop the wave crashing over me. “Fuck! I’m coming.”

With my thumb, I find her clit and circle it, not wanting her orgasm to end until mine does.

“It’s too much,” she cries beneath me. Her pussy pulsing around me.

Bree grasps my ass as her pussy clenches around me as I hurtle over the edge, spilling inside her.

“I love you,” I cry out. My body fucking her like I can’t stop. I’m like a wild animal. Coming over and over. I’m so fucking gone for her. It’s like the primal side of me wants to breed with her.

Only when she cries out again do I finally stop and collapse on top of her. Our hearts hammer together.

I realize the silence lasts too long. “Bree,” I murmur, looking down at her. “Sorry I got carried away.”

She gasps, sucking into deep gasps of air. “Don’t be. I loved it.”

“You did?”

She tilts her head on my chest to look at me. “Definitely. I could do it again,” she says and pauses, “in an hour.”

“Good.” I laugh. “I need to clean you up. And I doubt we’ll manage another before the girls get home.”

She gives me a sleepy smile.

“And we need to move your things into here. I’ve made room in the closet for you.”

She smiles. “You have? You want me to...”

I pull her up from my chest and whisper. “I want everything with you.”

“Hettie and Havana will ask questions.”

“And we’ll be honest with them.” They love her as much as me. I know they’ll be thrilled.

Grasping her hand, I pull her onto my lap. “I’m going to date you before we get married.”

“Married?”

“That’s if you’ll have me one day.” I check.

She laughs and teases. “One day.”

“I’m not letting you go, Breanna. I’m in love with you. My girls love you, but what’s not to love? You’ve brought laughter in my home and I never want you to change. All things considered...”

“You mean my parents.”

I smile. “Exactly, and considering how they’ve always treated you, you’ve still got an enormous heart, but I want you to find something you want to do. Something that makes you happy.”

“You, Hettie and Havana make me happy,” she murmurs.

“I know, but I want you to have something for you. Study if you want to. I don’t know. Madeline always blamed me for her feeling like a failure. Blamed me for having the children, when apparently she wasn’t ready. Yet, they were a glorious, unplanned accident.”

“They were?”

I nod. “I never regretted it.”

“How could you? They’re perfect.”

I smile. “Still, I blamed myself for Madeline’s death. I should have seen the signs. I’m a goddamn doctor and I never saw how depressed she was. I never realized she’d ever do what she did.” Tears flood my eyes as I think of how I failed her.

She presses her lips on mine. “You can’t take the blame for someone else’s choices.”

I laugh. “That’s what Madeline’s father, James, told me.”

“He seems like a good man,” Bree murmurs.

“He is.” I swallow. “But I don’t want to dwell on my past. You’re my future. I love you Bree. I want everything with you, but only on your terms.”

She snuggles her arms around me and kisses my lips. Her gaze landing on my eyes for a one silent moment before she says, “I love you too, Bast and I want everything you’re willing to share with me. And I don’t care what I lose to have you.”

I pull her against me. “You’ll have everything, Red. And there’s not a damn thing or person who can stop us.”