Chapter 13
chapter
thirteen
Official Rules for Wind from the East Nanny Service
Brody’s take away: The woman always comes first.
Brody
Finally alone in the house, I go up to Winnie’s room. I tap my knuckles lightly on the door and it opens. So she clearly hadn’t shut it all the way. I step inside only to see her sitting on her bed, head hung down and sobs quietly racking through her body.
I rush to her side. “Killer? Are you okay? Did someone die?”
She sniffs. “Not someone, but something.”
“What is it? How can I help?”
“You can’t. That’s just it.” She looks up at me, tears streaming down her cheeks. She sniffs again. “My career is dead. I promised I wouldn’t leave here until Clementine started the next year of school. But now I have to break that promise. And I’m just heartbroken.”
My heart pounds and aches like I’m feeling the pain she’s in.
“I have to buy your daughter a duckling. I’m sure you won’t mind. You’re so good about all the other animals. And I mean this is a farm, so adding a duck makes sense, right?”
“Woah there, Killer. Why are you quitting? And why do you need to buy a duckling? Is that code for something?”
She swipes at her cheeks, flicking away her tears. “She really wants ducks. And if you’re going to fire me anyway, at least Clementine will get ducklings out of it. And besides, then you’ll have a reason for firing me that you can tell her. Tell her you did it for the ducks!”
I sit on the bed with her and pull her into my arms. “Darlin’ I don’t know what you’re saying. You’re confusing the hell out of me with all the talk about ducks and quitting and firing. Why the hell would I fire you? Clementine adores you.”
“I adore her too. She is truly the best little girl in the entire universe.”
Pride swells inside my chest, then blooms into pure affection. Affection for this woman who sees my kid and knows her and loves her the way I do. That was my first clue that things with Winnie would be different.
“She adores you too,” I tell her. “You haven’t done anything to cause me to fire you.”
“But I have. I did the unthinkable. The very worst thing a nanny could do,” she says.
“What are you talking about?”
“I violated our contract. I broke the rules. I slept with the boss,” she whispers the last sentence, then pops a hand over her mouth. Her pale green eyes, still watery, stare at me.
“Darlin’ we haven’t slept together. Is this about last night?”
She nods, still keeping her hand over her mouth.
“Last night was all me,” I say.
“I flirted. I goaded you.”
That makes me grin remembering her sassy bravado from the night before. “You did and it was sexy as fuck.”
“But the rules.”
“Fuck the rules,” I say. “I’m the boss here.”
“I don’t think you have the complete picture,” she says.
“Tell me, Killer. Tell me everything.”
“A nanny is never supposed to have feelings for the parents. Feelings of any sort.” She shakes her head, her expression lined with disappointment.
“But I didn’t listen. I didn’t guard my heart.
Though in hindsight, I’m not sure I could have prevented any of this.
Maybe I’m weak.” She shrugs. “I fell in love with the dad.”
For a minute her words confuse me and I think she’s telling me that she’s in love with another man.
“Me?” I ask, feeling all the hope in the world bound up in that single word question.
“Of course you. What other dad would there be?” She winces as she looks into my face.
“I didn’t mean for it to happen, Brody. I promise.
But I was defenseless to your grumbles and growls.
To how you stormed into the bathroom and saved me.
The way you are with Clementine, so gentle and loving, but firm when you have to be.
There was no way I could resist falling in love with you. ”
She’s quiet for a moment and I smile at her.
“So now do you see why I have to quit.”
“No, I don’t. But I am thinking what you really need is a promotion.”
Her features tighten into an expression of confusion. “What? I don’t think the agency has promotions.”
I shake my head. “Not with the agency. Here with me. With us. You need a promotion here.”
“To what?”
“Girlfriend, fiancé, wife, Clementine’s mom, my lover and the love of my life. Any of those titles work for you?”
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“That I fell in love with my daughter’s nanny? Yeah, that’s what I’m saying.”
Her smile comes on slowly, but then it’s blinding in its brilliance. “I love you,” she says.
“Fuck, I love you too, Killer. You know when it happened?”
She shakes her head.
“That first day when you got in my face and told me you wouldn’t give on my daughter. How could I not love you?”
She lifts her shirt and wipes at her face, then gives me a guilty grin. “Kiss me, Brody.”
“I’m about to do a lot more than that.”
“Oh, thank God. I was beginning to think it would never happen.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life. Fuck, I want you.”
She pulls off her shirt and flings it on the floor. “Then have me.”
“Do you have any idea how crazy you’ve been making me with these damn yoga pants?”
“No, I had no idea.”
The fact that this gorgeous woman wants me too makes me nearly hold my breath. For so long I’ve been keeping women at arm’s length, away from my daughter and away from my wallet.
But in truth, I was just waiting for her to blow into my life and flip everything upside down. Especially my heart.
I lay us down on her bed, me holding most of my weight off of her, but I’m cradled between her thighs. Right where I’m meant to be.
I can’t help myself. I take her mouth with mine. No hesitation, no mercy—just raw hunger as my tongue finds hers. Her hands clutch my shoulders. I grab her thighs and lift her, making her wrap her legs around my waist.
Even through the layers of our clothes, I can feel the heat of her pussy. I grind into her, swallowing her cries. Then, somehow, I pull back, resting my forehead to hers. Both of us are breathing like we ran a marathon.
“Winnie,” I rasp. “I want you. So fucking bad. But I need to hear you say it. I’m not going to push you for anything further than you’re ready for.”
Her palms press against my back, holding our bodies together. “I want you too.”
I lean back enough to meet her eyes. “Say it again.”
“I want you, Brody.”
That’s all I need. I kiss her again—hard, claiming, deep—then somehow manage to pull myself off of her. I start pulling off my clothes. I point to her yoga pants.
“Take them off. Panties and bra too. I want to see all of you.”
She nods as she stands from the bed too.
We undress in silence, communicating only through the movement of our eyes as we devour each other’s bared skin.
When her breasts are finally revealed, I groan. I saw one briefly last night, but this, her on full display is fucking mouth watering.
“You’re so fucking perfect.”
She shakes her head with a small smile. “I’m hardly perfect. But I’m glad you think so.”
I pull off the rest of my clothes. My dick is obscenely hard. Like a goddamn flagpole pointing right at her.
She walks towards me, a slow sway in her full hips. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do since that first morning we met.”
I smile at her. “Whatever you want, Killer.”
She drags her hands down my stomach, then slips behind me, her fingers skimming my skin. My body tightens with every brush of her touch.
I grip my cock squeezing it to try to slow down the inevitable.
Then her hands are on my ass, and I groan. She slides her fingers down to the bottom of my butt. And she’s standing behind me. She whistles.
“Seriously, Brody, your ass is ridiculous.” She gives it another squeeze. “Looks like my teeth could just sink into that booty.”
“You were curious about my ass on the first day?”
“Yeah, after cataloging that your jeans barely contained your thick thighs. I was dying to see your peach.
She comes back around to face me. I cup her breasts, weighing them in my palms. They fit perfectly.
“I want to fuck these tits.”
She lets out a low, throaty sound and arches into my hands.
“On the bed,” I tell her.
No hesitation—she crawls onto the bed, propping herself on her elbows, eyes locked on mine.
I stroke my cock, slow and deliberate.
“I’ve got to taste you again.”
I move between her legs, then run my nose up her center, inhaling her musky scent. I lick her slit to clit until she’s gripping the sheets. Tonight I want to fuck her with my tongue so I push it up inside her. She moans and arches against me, hands clutching my hair.
I need her to come now so I can fuck her. I spread her wide and feast on her like a starving man. I suck her clit, slide two fingers inside and curl them to hit just the right spot.
She cries out, her body tightening around my fingers.
“Brody! Right there—oh fuck, I’m coming!”
I lick her through it, then crawl up her body. I take her nipple in my mouth, savoring her taste.
She bucks against me, slick and hot against my cock.
I can’t wait anymore. I line up and thrust inside her, she’s tight, wet, and perfect. Unbelievably tight.
Her eyes squeeze shut and her whimper doesn’t sound like it comes from pleasure.
Goddamn it. My stomach knots.
“Winnie, open your eyes. Look at me.”
Finally she does.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin? I would’ve gone slower. Been more gentle. I never want to hurt you. You okay?”
“I’m okay. The discomfort is easing.”
“Do you want me to pull out?” I ask, praying she says no.
She shakes her head. “Please, don’t stop.” Her legs come up to wrap around me.
I kiss her and start moving, slow and deep. She’s so tight, like she was made for me.
She gasps. “Oh, that feels good. Really good.”
“You feel fucking amazing, sweet girl. So goddamn wet.”
Then it hits me. “Condom. Fuck, I got carried away and completely forgot. I’ve never…” I shake my head. “Not even when Clementine.”
She cups my face. “You’re safe. I’m on the pill and we know I’m clean since I’ve never been with anyone else.”
“I’m sorry, darlin’”
“Don’t be. Just fuck me.”
“I’m clean too.”
“I’m not worried,” she says.
I shift her leg higher, driving in deeper.
“Yes!” Her head falls back, her body arching.
I’m barely holding on, determined to make her come first.
“Please don’t stop,” she pants.
I thrust harder, deeper, her body squeezing me tighter.
She cries my name, coming hard around me—and that’s it. I let go, emptying inside her, claiming her. And wishing, just a little, that she wasn’t on the pill.
This woman is mine.