Chapter Six
Colton
I was a dominant guy.
I liked my women soft, though not in personality. I wanted them soft and warm and wet. I wanted to pleasure them until they begged me to stop. I wanted to make sure they were eager and willing each and every time I worked my cock into them.
But before now, I’d never once wanted them to be pregnant.
Not since I had gotten my ex-wife pregnant.
And even then, it had been a passing consideration.
But God help me, this kind-hearted, sharp-tongued nanny had completely upended my knowledge of my own preferences.
Because I wanted her in a visceral way. More than a casual fuck.
I wanted this every night. I wanted to come home to her and my daughter talking about school, her hand on my arm, mine resting on her belly.
There was no part of me that understood this urge, other than the cock that was still jerking deep inside her.
Because try as I might, I couldn’t make myself pull out.
Because I wanted to stay deep. I wanted to will my cum to go deep, to find her sweet little womb and plant another baby right there.
Breathing hard, I leaned down, buying my opinionated dick more time to calm down as I brushed my lips over her nose. “Are you all right?”
Her eyes were closed, but her lips curled in a little smile, her fingers still tight on my sides. “I don’t think I can move.”
I huffed out a breath. “Good. I’m not ready for you to move yet.”
Her brow quirked, silently sassing me. I made my heart squeeze a little as I slowly pulled out, my cock still half-hard when I rocked back on my heels and put a hand on her hip. “What do you need, sweetheart?”
Gia squirmed a little, making her pretty little cunt glisten in the soft light. “That was pretty intense.”
“It was,” I agreed, my hand now moving in slow circles over her belly. I wondered briefly if she was thinking about what I’d done deep inside her or if I was just hyperfixated on it. “Talk to me. Use your words.”
“I…well… Would you mind…” Her words trailed off, her cheeks pink. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered if I should offer to go get the morning-after pill or something. But then she blurted out, “Could you shower with me, maybe wash my hair?”
I stared down at her, blinking in surprise. “A shower?” My relief must’ve been obvious, because her expression softened. I hadn’t messed this up. Not only hadn’t I fucked it up, but now I had the chance to put my hands all over her again. Twice in one morning.
“Absolutely.” I moved off the bed and then extended a hand toward her. “Your wish is my command.”
I made sure the water was hot, fresh towels were piled by the shower door, and then while Gia was inside taking care of business, I threw on a robe and walked down to Sera’s door.
Peaking in, I smiled at the sight of my girl till sprawled out.
Needing to make sure she hadn’t gotten sicker overnight, I crept in and gently laid a hand on her forehead.
Thankfully, it was cool to the touch. She shifted a little under my touch but didn’t wake, so I carefully pulled my hand back.
I watched her for a long moment, trying to decide how I’d gotten so lucky, before backing out of her room and closing the door quietly.
Returning to the master suite, I ducked into the bathroom just as Gia was stepping into the shower. She gave me a quick smile over her shoulder before disappearing into the steaming water. I followed without hesitation, crowding close to her, even in the large walk-in.
Gia blinked up at me, smiling. She was beautiful. “You’re a morning person, aren’t you?”
“That depends,” I said stoically, reaching for a loofah and my body wash.
Gia smoothed her hair back from her face, the strands growing dark in the water. “On what?”
“Are you there?”
Under the spray, her lips quirked. “What happened to that grumpy guy from yesterday?”
I slid my hands around her ribs, holding her in place as I stepped up against her. “He was terrified.”
Her eyes opened, droplets of water trailing down her face. “Of me?”
I nodded, completely serious. “More than he’d been in a long time.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ve always been able to get a good read on people, a feeling. And when I saw you…” I sighed as her hands came to rest on my chest, her long nails scratching the skin lightly. “It was like I’d been struck by lightning.”
I cleared my throat. “I wanted to believe it was because I was scared, or maybe because I was worried about Sera. But there was so much more. I was instantly addicted.”
“To me?”
I nodded. “Does that bother you?”
Gia considered for a moment. “I think it’s supposed to.”
I poured a generous glob of soap onto my loofah and began to wash her. “Depends on who you ask.”
Her laughter was heaven to my ears. “Well, you work in security. What would you do if the woman of your dreams suddenly showed up?”
I pretended to consider the question, scrubbing first one pretty pink-tipped breast and then the other. “Are you two sexually compatible?”
Gia snorted. “Extremely.”
I smiled, ducking lower to hide the expression from her. “What about his personality? Can you handle the occasional grumpy day?”
“Will he make it up to me with kisses and quiet nights in our house?”
“I’m positive he would.” I cleared my throat, gripping the sweet curve of her hip and rotating her so I could wash her back. “But what about the future?”
She cocked her head as I guided the soap over the nape of her neck. “Do you mean, like, could I be happy here, taking care of his daughter, making some more pretty babies to love?”
My throat felt like sandpaper. “Yeah, something like that.”
Gia sighed, turning her face up to the stream of water again. “I’ve never had the option before, but I know that I’d love her like she was my own. And I’d love to have more. As many as we’re lucky to have.”
“Jesus,” I said, chasing a drop of water across her freshly washed skin with my tongue before gently biting down on the back of her neck.
“You cannot be real.” I dropped the loofah as I slid my arms around her body to tug her back against me.
My cock, already aching once more, was pressed hard between her ass cheeks.
“Funny,” Gia said, her voice breathless. “I was thinking the same thing about you.” She turned her head to look at me over her shoulder. “Remind me this is real…”
One hand snaked down low to brush over her clit before sinking into the soft, quivering heat of her once again. “Still leaking me and already you’re wanting more?”
“Yes,” she sighed, and her head flopped back to rest against my shoulder, her knuckles white as she reached forward to press against the tile wall. “I’m ready.”
“Good girl,” I whispered as I bent my knees, thrusting up hard and seating myself deep inside her heat. “Now, hold on, sweetheart. I’m not holding back this time.”
And I couldn’t. I fucked her hard, my cock driving deep and hard into her cunt, the water falling over both of us as she arched her back and rocked back at every plunge.
And when it got to be too much, the pleasure making my balls ache, I fucked myself deep into her, running my fingers in a swirl over her clit until she convulsed around me.
That load of cum went deep as well, her muscles grabbing at me long after I’d stopped jerking inside her.
“Greedy girl,” I said, breathing hard into her shoulder.
“Grumpy old man,” Gia said, clenching her ass against my slow withdrawal.
I slapped her ass, a broad smile pulling at my mouth.
“You love it.”
She turned, her teeth worrying her bottom lip as she watched me reach for the shampoo. “I really do.”
I gestured to her long, wet hair. “Turn around, sweetheart. I have a promise to keep.” Foaming up the shampoo in my palms, I immediately dug them into her tresses. Pleasure still bubbling up in my chest, I found myself settling. Like a warm, weighted blanket, there was peace in this moment.
And this time, I wasn’t letting it go.