Chapter 9
chapter
nine
Official Rules for Wind from the East Nanny Service
Brody’s take away: That better not be a vibrator I hear her using.
Brody
I’m brushing my teeth when I first hear it. A low humming. Not like a person humming a tune, no, this was a distinctive mechanical hum.
I glance up at the ceiling as if I’m going to be able to see through it to what is going on upstairs.
A steady, rhythmic buzz.
It isn’t loud—just consistent. Buzz, buzz, buzz… With little pauses.
Like something turning on and off in short bursts.
I freeze, toothbrush dangling from my mouth. As I focus on the noise to try to decipher the cause.
My brain, traitorous bastard that it is, offers up an image of Winnie spread out in her bed, eyes closed, mouth parted, hands between those thick thighs?—
“Jesus Christ.” I spit into the sink, then rinse my mouth. Closing my eyes, I try to rid my mind of that unbelievably erotic image. I shake my head in an attempt to erase the mental fantasy of my daughter’s nanny pleasuring herself.
But nope. It’s like it’s burned into my brain.
Awesome. That won’t be awkward next time I see her.
Buzz. Pause. Buzz.
My ears are so attuned at the moment, I swear I can hear her little sighs of pleasure.
Look, I’m no prude. I’ve lived a whole life. I know women have toys, and I don’t care what someone does behind a closed door.
But technically, this is a work situation, and I certainly wouldn’t allow an employee to get off at their desk. What if Clementine goes up to Winnie’s room because she needs something? I can’t let my daughter walk into a situation like that.
This woman… I swear to Christ she’s going to be the death of me.
Prancing around the pool in that polka dot bikini, smiling and laughing with my brothers. Bastards, all of them.
Walking around in yoga pants that look sprayed on.
Fighting spiders in her underwear.
Looking at me like she sees something real. Past the money and football god reputation. Like she sees me.
There is only so much a man can fucking take.
I slam the drawer in my bathroom.
Enough.
I can’t allow this to continue.
I move to the stairs and climb them. I’ve been up here more often in the last month than I have in the last year. I refuse to examine why.
I knock, but there’s no answer. So I twist the knob and the door flies open.
Winnie sits on the bed, legs criss-crossed. She’s got a massage gun aimed over her shoulder, paused mid-use. Her eyes widen when she sees me standing in her doorway in nothing but my boxer briefs.
Then my brain slowly processes what I’m seeing. Past the thin tank top she’s wearing and her alarmed expression to the thing in her hand. A massage gun. Not a vibrator.
Kill. Me. Now.
“I… what are you doing?” she asks, blinking at me.
Instead of admitting my mistake and turning around to go back to my own room, I point at her. “The question is, what are you doing? Buzzing, buzzing, buzzing up here like no one else in the house can hear what’s happening?” I cross my arms over my chest, ignoring the sizable problem in my boxers.
Because, of course, I got hard imagining her with her hand between her thighs.
Slowly, she lowers her arm and sets the massage gun on the bed. She licks her lips, then giggles. Then she laughs. No, that’s not quite accurate. She cackles. Head tossed back, laughing her ass off. At me. Because, of course, she’s smart enough to see right through my bravado.
Goddammit, if her laughter hasn’t made my erection even harder.
“Oh my God,” she wheezes. “You thought I was—” She swipes at her eyes, wiping away her mirthful tears. “ Brody!” Her voice has lowered to a whisper. “You seriously thought I was masturbating with Clementine in the house?”
I straighten and do my best to glare at her. “What the hell else was I supposed to think? It sounded like you were running a vibrator on high for ten straight minutes.”
“I have back pain. You should try carrying around tits like these all day and see how your back feels.” Judging by her surprised expression, I’m guessing she hadn’t meant to say that, at least not to me.
But somehow my brain has interpreted her words as a legit invitation because I’ve stepped fully into her room and closed the door.
“You should’ve knocked instead of barging in here like a deranged bull.”
“I did knock,” I mumble.
Her face is still lit with humor and fuck me if she’s not gorgeous. She chuckles again. “You burst in here like the orgasm police.”
I scrub a hand over my face. “Just so we’re clear, what you do on your own time is your own business. But Clementine could come up here and interrupt whatever that might be. I’d rather her not interrupt?—”
But my words died in my throat because Winnie stood from the bed.
Now I could see the way the tank top clung to her chest, how her nipples were hard under the fabric.
The tank fell to her mid-thighs so I couldn’t tell if she was wearing anything on her ass.
A pretty flush covered the exposed skin of her chest, up her neck, and onto her cheeks.
She looked so fucking alive in that moment.
It made me question everything. Why I really raced up here? My celibacy over the last seven years. Had I been squeezing the joy out of every day or just going from duty to duty? I know I love my daughter, I’d do anything for her. But had I truly been living a life with her?
I didn’t think so. I think I’ve just been going through the motions.
Winnie tilts her head, amusement morphing into something quieter. “You’re blushing.”
“The fuck I am.”
“You are.”
I point at her, then use my finger to make a circular motion at my face. “This is not blushing. This is me being pissed.”
She steps closer. “What exactly are you pissed about? The fact that you thought I was in here getting off? Or are you more angry that I wasn’t diddling myself?”
I open my mouth and then close it. I refuse to answer her question. I refuse to even entertain her question. So I fall back on my trusty glare even though she’s never seemed to be affected by it.
She takes a step closer to me. Her pretty eyes lock on mine. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t look away. “I guess the real question is, what would you have done if I had been doing that? What would you have done, Brody, if you walked up here and found me getting myself off?”
My heart is pounding so hard I think I might be having a heart attack.
“I don’t think you’re ready for that answer,” I say.
“Maybe not, but I’d still like to hear it.”
She’s playing with fire. Maybe she needs to get burned just a little so she knows exactly what she’s dealing with. A little burn and then she’ll back down. So I step even closer to her.
“I would have tossed your toy aside and finished the job. With my hands,” I let my eyes devour her curvy body, oh so slowly. “Or maybe my mouth.”
She sucks in a breath.
Then I’m on her, cupping her pretty face in my hands and lowering my mouth to hers. Goddamn it’s been a long time since I’ve kissed a woman. No amount of previous experience could have prepared me for kissing Winnie.
Her lips are impossibly soft. She tastes sweet as I swipe my tongue across her lips. Her hands grip my biceps, squeezing as she raises herself on her tiptoes to better reach me.
I bend slightly, cup her ass in both hands and lift her off the ground. She squeaks and wraps her legs around my waist at the exact moment our tongues brush. I lick into her mouth and groan so deeply it feels like the noise originates from the bottom of my soul.
I walk us over to her bed, then gently lay us down, me slightly to the side of her body so I don’t crush her.
And still we kiss. My hand cups one of her tits through her tank top and the needy hard tip pokes against my palm.
I squeeze and then rub my thumb back and forth across her nipple. She arches up into my touch.
I’m so goddamn hard it’s surprising my dick hasn’t drilled a hole through my boxers. I pinch her nipple, and she whimpers into my mouth.
I trail my lips down the column of her throat, imprinting everything into my brain. The citrusy scent of her body wash or lotion, the warmth of her skin beneath my tongue, the addictive taste that only makes me want more.
With precision, I slide my hand from her tit, down the softness of her belly, to the heat of her pussy.
No shorts, only panties barricade me from touching her silky skin.
Her little mews of pleasure encourage me to continue.
I swipe my thumb across the seam of her and her wetness dampens the fabric of her underwear.
Must touch her now. I’ve never wanted to touch a pussy more than I do in this moment. I continue kissing her neck and down to her collarbone. Her moans are the fuel driving my body as I move down her.
I pull her tank up and over her tits, exposing the perfect fullness of her creamy flesh. Without hesitating, I suck one nipple into my mouth. All the while, my thumb strokes her over her panties, the material getting more and more wet as I go.
She’s so fucking responsive and it’s like a goddamn aphrodisiac for me. I can’t take it anymore though. I’ve got to taste her. Slide my tongue where she needs me the most. Without another thought, I move the rest of the way down her body, then pull her panties to the side.
I don’t even want to take the time to remove them from her body. Her pussy is pink and glistening, the soft triangle of hair at the top of her mound is that same pretty strawberry blonde as on her head. Her needy little clit pokes out between her folds.
This time, when I swipe my thumb down, I do it without any barriers.
Her back arches off the bed, and her thighs fall open even wider. I don’t wait a moment longer before putting my mouth on her. I lick up one side, then the other, cleaning up every delicious drop of her arousal. She bucks underneath me, and I brace an arm across her body to keep her open to me.
Fuck me, she’s delicious. I growl into her pussy, then start circling her clit with my tongue. Her noises are frenzied now as she rocks herself against my mouth.
One of her hands finds its way into my hair, her nails raking across my scalp.
I need to make her come. I need to know what she tastes like when she orgasms all over my tongue. So I press one finger inside her. She’s so damn tight, hot, and slick.
I pump gently, then bend towards the front of her vaginal wall, where I know her magic spot lives. I know when I hit it because she cries out, and a fresh wave of liquid heat drips down my hand.
She’s close now. I crave her climax more than I’ve ever craved one for myself. I suck her clit into my mouth and keep the rhythm steady with my finger. Everything in her tightens, and then pleasure rockets through her body.