Nanny I Want to Mate: A Single Dad Romance

by Mia Kayla

  A second later, his lips were on mine again, his chest crushed against my chest, his hard length pressing against my stomach. The unbearable ache in between my legs was too much for me to bear, so I rubbed my core against his hardness. His breath came out in big, broken puffs.

  “You keep touching me like that, and I’m not going to last long. And I want to last a very … very … long time.”

  He took the lead, taking his length and guiding it to my entrance. With one thrust, he entered me, and the feeling was glorious. I cried out in pleasure. I hadn’t been with a man in years and never with a man of this strength and stature.

  I moved beneath him, meeting every pull and push of his body. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I angled closer, wanting him deeper, nearer, when we were already flushed skin to skin.

  His movements were slow and sensual at first, his hands cupping my face and then threading through my hair. My body adjusted to him, but more than that, my heart did too. Because as our eyes locked, I saw him open and bare and scared, mirroring the emotions I felt inside.

  With every push and pull of his body, my heart opened a little more.

  The pinch in the deepest part of my belly indicated that I was close. “Charles …” I moaned out.

  “I know, baby.”

  His movements became harder, faster, pumping in and out of me. And I knew he was close too.

  “Let go, Becky. I want to see you come apart.”

  The buildup of sensation was all too much to take, and I did as he’d said … I let go.

  We came together with him calling out my name and me tightening my hold around him as my body was sent through a wave of sensations everywhere.

  And it was ecstasy.

  Chapter 31

  Charles

  “Daddy!”

  Knock. Knock. Knock.

  It was Mary.

  I jolted to a sitting position and stared at Becky, whose eyes widened. Immediately, she sat up and pulled the sheets over her breasts.

  I glanced at the clock. It was three in the afternoon. We hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep the night before.

  “Daddy! Open the door. I want to show you something.”

  Maybe if we stayed silent, she’d leave.

  “Daddy?”

  It was quiet, and my shoulders relaxed for a bit—until I heard the jiggle of the doorknob.

  Fuck.

  “She knows how to unlock the door with a Q-tip,” I said, already getting up and slipping on my boxers.

  “Shit,” Becky hissed.

  Just when the door opened, Becky rolled off the bed, taking the sheet to wrap up her body, and slipped underneath the bed.

  Her clothes.

  Shit. They were on the floor.

  I jumped off the bed and kicked her clothes under the bed as I walked toward the door.

  “Daddy!” Mary held up a pink unicorn in the air. The tips of her horns were covered in glitter. “Look what I got. Uncle Brad took us to Game Arcade. Don’t you love her?” She squeezed the unicorn against her chest so tightly that I swore the stuffing would burst from the seams.

  “She’s cute,” I answered.

  “Hey, Dad.” Sarah walked in, holding some pens and a journal in her hand.

  “Hi. Is that what you won at Game Arcade?” My voice hitched up, as though someone had kicked me in the balls.

  “Yeah. I killed it in Skee Ball.” She frowned at me, sensing something was up. “Were you working out or something?”

  “N-no,” I stuttered, feeling my throat close up.

  She tilted her head. “Oh, ’cause it looks like you’re about to work out.”

  Of course it did. I was in boxer shorts and shirtless. “I’m about to take a shower.”

  It wasn’t like the girls hadn’t seen me naked before. They were everywhere, playing with toys in my bathroom when I took a shower. Mary would walk in on me, taking a shit, wanting me to read her a book.

  This happened to Mason and Brad too. We’d realized long ago that there was no privacy when we were raising girls.

  “Where’s Becky?” Sarah asked.

  I cricked my neck from side to side, trying to get the kinks out. My stomach tightened at her question because I hardly ever lied to the girls. There’d been no need to … until now.

  I swallowed. “She must be in her room or … downstairs … maybe outside.” My voice was pinched, not even sounding like my normal self.

  “Yay! I wanna show her my unicorn,” Mary said, hopping like a bunny on Easter morning.

  Oh, great.

  “Hey, girls.” Brad strolled in, his eyes panicked for a second before scouring the room. “I was looking for you guys.”

  “Hey, Charles.” Mason walked in next, holding a pint of ice cream. “Girls, Janice has the cones ready downstairs.”

  Well, damn. We had the whole darn family in the room now while Becky was underneath my bed, buck-ass naked.

  I swallowed as every inch of me sweated profusely.

  Mason’s eyebrows scrunched, and he sported a very disappointed gaze. “Did you just wake up? It’s practically three in the afternoon.”

  I wanted to tell them Becky and I were tired from having nonstop sex last night and into the morning. That we had eaten breakfast, watched a reality TV show in bed, had sex again, eaten lunch, and repeated the process.

  “I … I was about to take a shower,” I stuttered.

  “Where’s Becky?” Mason asked, still clueless.

  God help this man.

  I gritted my teeth and shuffled from one foot to the other, running my hands through my hair.

  “She might be in her room. Come on, Uncle Mason. Let’s look for her.” Mary took Mason’s hand. Sarah followed behind them.

  As soon as they left, I released a heavy breath. Brad smirked, placing both hands on his hips. Why the hell is he still in my room, standing there, smiling like an idiot?

  “Get out,” I snapped.

  “Purple?”

  I quirked an eyebrow. He tipped his chin toward my bed, and I turned to see what he was motioning toward—Becky’s bra.

  “I didn’t know you were cross-dressing now.”

  “Shut up,” I growled.

  He turned around but not before saying, “Hey, Becky.”

  I groaned. “You could have called before you came home.”

  He threw me a look as though I’d said something stupid. “I did. Multiple times. But I figured you were preoccupied.”

  Bastard had the audacity to full-on grin.

  I glared at him. “Get out.”

  He smirked. “You go shower. And if you need more showering time, we’ll be having ice cream outside by the pool. It’s nice out. I’ll be waiting for my Best Brother Award later.”

  I didn’t have time to retort before he shut the door behind him.

  I went on my knees and ducked under the bed. “Hey.”

  “Hey.” Becky’s soft voice was shaky.

  I assisted her out from under the bed, and when she stood, her hand trembled.

  “Hey …” I pulled her into me, and my fingers threaded through her hair, bringing her head against my chest. “You’re shaking.” My arms fully wrapped around her lower back, pulling her in closer.

  “That was a close call,” she said, her voice muffled against my chest.

  “Yeah. Feels a little like we’re teenagers and I snuck you into my room.” I noted every inch of her body against mine, her soft breasts against my hard chest, her little patch of hair against my side. My mind was thinking one thing, but my body wanted her.

  Brad’s words reined in my head.

  “We should get ready and go downstairs. Showering together will save time.”

  She lifted her chin and rested it against my chest. Emerald-green eyes bore into mine. “Nice one.”

  She pinched my side, and I jumped, unprepared. When she went in again to pinch me, I grabbed her hand and kissed it.

  “Mary is looking for me. I should go.” She inched away, an
d my shoulders slumped just at the immediate absence of her.

  Our eyes locked, and she placed one light hand on my chest. Her eyes flittered to the ground and back to meet my eyes. “What happens now, Charles?”

  Such a loaded question, and there was such intensity in her tone that it stilled me for a second, making it seem like a hesitation but it wasn’t because I already knew that I wanted this, a relationship with her.

  But she read it as hesitation. “I … I mean … we can talk about this later.”

  When she took another step back, I gripped her hand and squeezed. “Hey.”

  Her eyes met mine, and I read the slew of emotions swimming in her green irises, the fear.

  “I know what this is. This is different for me too.” I swallowed. “Because I haven’t had feelings for anyone like this since … since Nat.” As soon as the words left my mouth, there was no guilt behind them, like there had been with Vivian. And that was how I knew whatever this was, was real, was good. “What happens now is that I tell my brothers, and then we tell the girls that we’re together.”

  It’d be an adjustment, but I knew in my heart that Sarah and Mary had grown to love Becky. Hopefully, us together would be a good thing.

  Becky smiled, her whole face lighting up. “Okay.” She nodded.

  She turned to walk toward the bed and ducked down to reach for her clothes, giving me a perfect view of her ass.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to save time by showering together?”

  She smirked, then slipped on her underwear and pants. “Mary is already looking for me.”

  She plucked her bra from my bed and slipped it on, followed by her shirt. She went on her tiptoes and sweetly pecked my lips. It wasn’t nearly enough, cut short as she turned on her heels. She opened the door slightly to see if anyone was in the hall and slipped out.

  I rested one hand on my hip. The conversation with the girls had to happen sooner than later because then I’d be able to have Becky in my life openly, holding her, hugging her, and having her in my bed.

  I peered down at the major hard-on I was sporting.

  Yep. A shower was definitely needed. A very cold one.

  Chapter 32

  Charles

  Mason looked expectedly at me from in front of my desk. “So, I see that Becky and you …” His voice trailed off.

  He was fishing, no doubt for information about us since we’d been close ever since our date. At times, I wished he was like Brad, straight up and honest.

  I lifted my head from my computer and leveled him with a stare. “If you have to ask me something, just ask me, Mason. And Becky and I are becoming more serious.”

  His gaze flickered to the side, to his iPad in his lap, to the corner of my desk. “So, yeah … since you’ve gotten more serious with her, are you going to tell the girls soon?”

  I nodded, rubbing at my brow. “Yeah. I’m thinking this weekend.” The tension was back in my tone. I didn’t know what I was nervous about. I was a grown man, but it felt as though I were bringing a girl home for the first time to introduce her to my parents, which was absurd because my parents were dead.

  This was different. Harder in a way. The stakes were higher. Any person I brought into my life and into my heart romantically would involve the girls. If by chance we didn’t work out, I didn’t want my girls to suffer through another heartbreak that I could have prevented.

  Problem was, I couldn’t predict the future. Right now, I was sure of us, so sure that I wanted to take a chance on us—together.

  “Before you do that though”—his eyes met mine firmly—“don’t you want to find out more about her to be sure?”

  “I know everything I need to know,” I said, my tone unwavering.

  I knew almost everything about her now that she had shared her past. The issue was protecting her now, keeping her safe. The irrational part of me wanted to take her abusive ex-boyfriend and beat him until he was unconscious. The reasonable part of me knew there was a process with these things.

  “I’m happy for you. I am.” Mason rested his elbows on his knees, leaning in. “No one can deny that if anyone deserves the world, it’s you, Charles. You’ve been through a lot, and I just want to make sure you’re with the perfect girl—one who loves you for you and is not with you because of who you are, what you own, and—”

  I held up a hand. “She’s not like that,” I said. I knew his heart was coming from the right place, but couldn’t he see that Becky’s character didn’t care even the slightest about money? Not more than it took to survive anyway. “For heaven’s sake, Mason, the girl wanted to wear jeans on our first date. If she’s a gold digger, she’s the worst one I’ve ever seen.”

  And he was one to talk. Janice was blatant in her mission—land the biggest fish—and so far, she was managing that.

  “I get that. I don’t doubt it, but still …” Mason rubbed at his jaw, and his words came out softer this time. “I just want to be sure. Don’t be mad or hate me for wanting the best for you.”

  I sighed. There wasn’t an evil bone in Mason’s body, so I couldn’t fault him just because he was concerned.

  A few stretches of silent beats spanned between us.

  When he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper, “She wouldn’t even have to know we’re doing a background check. I have a private investigator who can just do a little digging.”

  I laughed. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?”

  “Oh. Yeah, well”—his cheeks flushed—“I’ve run them before.”

  “On who?” My eyebrows flew to my hairline.

  “On the numerous nannies that we interviewed. And I ran one on Janice because I had all her information. With Becky, I don’t,” he said defensively. “Janice and I were in college, so it wasn’t anything new, but she seemed too good to be true. I had to check her out if I was going to invest in a long-term relationship with her.”

  Invest.

  The chuckle that came from my mouth was uncontainable. Of course he had. It was almost comical how he was methodical in all aspects of life.

  “So, should I contact the PI, then? Is that a yes?” Mason asked.

  He carefully kept his face neutral, so he didn’t come off too anxious, but I could see right through him.

  I leaned back in my chair, steepling my fingers by my lips. Slowly but surely, I was moving on, but there was no way Becky could move on, not when she had to constantly watch her back, worried that bastard would show up one day and hurt her again.

  Over my dead body.

  She’d said she didn’t want to file a restraining order. I had to respect her wishes about that, but she didn’t say anything about me digging around a little, finding out where this bastard was. If I knew he lived halfway across the nation, I’d feel better. Or maybe the bastard was in another country altogether. Even better yet.

  I tipped my chin toward Mason. “Give me his number. I’ll do the digging.”

  Mason smiled, and his facial features relaxed. “I think this is your smartest decision yet.”

  Shit. I sure hoped so. I hoped this wouldn’t come back to bite me in the ass later.

  Chapter 33

  Becky

  Out of the both of us, I had more self-control than Charles. There were many times, even when the girls were in the room, he’d steal a quick kiss on the lips, which would render me stupid and speechless for at least a good fifteen seconds.

  Standing in the kitchen, making cupcakes with the girls … this was one of those times. I stood and noted Charles’s smile heavy on his face.

  “Becky, can you pass me the powdered sugar for the frosting?”

  I blinked at him and then stared at Sarah and Mary, who were busy mixing the cake batter. I shook my head through my hazy thoughts. My cheeks felt impossibly hot.

  “Here.” My fingers brushed against Charles’s.

  When his sexy smile widened, I realized that I’d never seen him smile as much as he had in the last few days, and I liked to
think it was because of me.

  “Where are the cookies?” Brad strolled in, walking over to Mary and Sarah and dipping his finger in the batter.

  “Hey,” Sarah complained, shoving his hand away. “And we’re making cupcakes, not cookies.”

  “Well, let me help you.”

  When Brad tipped his pinkie again in the batter, Mary lifted the mixing spoon and slapped it against Brad’s shirt.

  “No cheat eating!” Her adorable pout was signature Mary.

  “Hey! I like this shirt.” Brad peered down at the white batter smeared against his navy-blue polo.

  In response, Mary stuck her spoon back in the bowl and began to mix it again.

  “That’ll teach you to cheat eat,” Charles said, laughing.

  Being the rebel Brad was, he dipped his pointer finger into the bowl and licked his finger clean.

  Mary’s mouth slipped ajar in a visible O, and in retaliation, Sarah dipped three fingers in the bowl and rubbed it against Brad’s shirt.

  “You guys,” I scolded.

  But it was all for nothing because as Mary got in on the action and dipped her hand in the batter, Brad was faster and smeared some white batter on Mary’s cheek.

  “Guys, stop!” Charles commanded.

  There wasn’t a second round because, with his words, they all stilled, all eyes wide and fingers full of batter—Brad included.

  “Mary … Sarah … get changed.” He pointed to the door. “Brad, you should know better.”

  “She started it.” He pointed to Sarah, going for cute, but Charles tipped his chin to the door. “Get them changed.”

  When the culprits filed out of the room, I laughed. “It’s amazing how a few words from you shuts them down quick.”

  He advanced toward me, pulling me into him so fast that I almost stumbled back. Automatically, my arms wrapped around his neck.

  “Kiss,” he said with heated affection. “There’s one word for you.”

  I sighed. “You can be bossy with everyone else, but your tactics don’t work on me, mister.”

  “Kiss me.” His voice was sharp, meaning business, but there was a lightness in his eyes that made my stomach flip.