Sweet Revenge: A Nanny to Mommy Romantic Suspense

by Ford, Mia

  “Are you sure?”

  I looked at her, staring directly into her eyes. “It’s just fine.” My voice was stern and forceful. I hoped I had gotten my message across.

  She leaned back from the table and adjusted her position to standing with her hands on her hips. She looked amazing in that dim light from the billiard room. I always kept it somewhat dark, just like a real pool hall. The ambience was better that way.

  Jane suddenly grabbed a pool stick and walked to the other side of the table where the cue ball was resting comfortably. She bent over and took my next shot, missing the corner pocket, but just barely.

  “Well, pooh…” Jane said with a smile.

  “You were close,” I said. “I have to say that I admire your form.”

  I did too. Watching her bend over was always enjoyable for me.

  “Thanks,” Jane said. “Well, I guess I’ll be heading home.”

  She lingered for a moment as if she was waiting for me to say something. There was a way about her this evening, as if she was trying a little extra hard to be sexy. And it was working. Her voice was soft and a little breathy, her eye contact made her look a bit dreamy eyed and her lips were pursed at just the right angle to be irresistible.

  I wanted her so badly. My dick was hard and ready. She just had to give me the signal.

  Stepping around the table, I stood in front of her as she started to pace towards the door. She stopped in front of me closely…oh, so closely…

  Her perfume wafted up to my nose. It smelled delightful. Soft, a little fruity, and delicate on the senses. At the same time, it wrapped me up in its warmth and I felt so close to Jane that I just wanted to hold her tightly in my arms and take her right then and there.

  I leaned in to kiss her. My lips were almost on hers when she stepped back.

  “This can’t happen,” she muttered softly.

  I expected her to say something else, to explain why this couldn’t happen, but she said nothing. She simply walked slowly out the door.

  A part of me wanted to run after her and demand to know why she insisted on teasing me so badly, but I didn’t. I just stood there and inhaled the remnants of her sweet perfume. This sexy vixen was driving me crazy, and I loved it. I’d waited a good long while to get a woman who was that tantalizing.

  I grabbed my glass of whiskey and finished it. A chuckle escaped from me then. I was going to get this woman. There was no doubt in my mind. How could she not want me? I was handsome, charming, sexy, and rich. There was no way she would do better than me, no matter how perfect she was.

  “Oh, yeah. She is mine. She is mine.”

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Leia

  “So, you got them?”

  I handed Taylor the baggy of Ted’s hair samples that I had swiped from a hairbrush in his bathroom earlier that day. The man was far too trusting. You’d think that with as much as he screwed other people over he would be able to smell when someone was about to do the same thing to him.

  “Yeah,” I replied. “I hope I got enough.”

  “Great job, Leia.” Taylor kissed me and patted me on the lower back before drawing me into a half hug.

  “So, who is this friend of yours?” I asked taking off my jacket and draping it over a kitchen chair. Taylor who had been sitting on the sofa with a book got up and sauntered into the kitchen where I was grabbing something to drink from the fridge.

  “Her name is Lilly Kerns. She is an old college friend of mine. She works in forensics up in Los Angeles. I spoke with her the other day and she said it was no problem to examine these samples. If Ted’s DNA hits any previous cold cases, then we might have some solid evidence of past crimes.”

  “Great,” I said. I opened the beer I’d grabbed from the fridge and sat down at the table, thankful to relax. It had been a fun day with the boys at the zoo, but it had also been tiring. I was ready for a good nap.

  “What’s wrong?” Taylor asked. He sat down across from me and leaned in. I loved how he was always so interested in exactly what was on my mind and what I was going through at any given time. It showed he really cared, and he could do so without being nosey or the least bit pushy.

  I sighed. “I’m just worried, as usual. I’m afraid that this is futile and nothing will come back from the forensic match. So far, Ted isn’t talking to me, or at least giving me something that might inadvertently implicate him in my attempted murder. So, if this doesn’t work then I don’t know what’s next.”

  “Someone like Ted didn’t wake up one day and just decide to be a criminal. That’s not how it works. Odds are that he did some things in his past when he was young that he doesn’t want to come back to haunt him. But things like that always do. There is no getting away from it. I’m very positive that we will turn up something.”

  “Thanks,” I said.

  “For what?”

  “You always know just what to say to make me smile and put me at ease.”

  “I’m a doctor; it’s part of my bedside manner.”

  “Well, speaking of bedside,” I said. “How about a little poolside?”

  I stood up with my beer and walked out of the double glass doors in the back of the living room that led out onto the pool area. I loved to swim in Taylor’s pool at night. It was warm and refreshing and even better when I had company.

  Outside on the patio I quickly stripped out of my clothes, even removing my bra and panties so that I was standing there looking at Taylor wearing absolutely nothing. Taylor was now standing in front of the double doors. He was slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

  I stepped back slowly towards the pool, stopping right at the edge. I wanted him to see me basking in the pool lights. The illumination was so erotic. It always turned me on instantly to see him standing there, his shadow stretched long behind him, and the light hitting all of the right parts of his body.

  He kicked his boxer shorts to the side and strode towards me naked. His lean, toned body was beautiful. And his dick jutted out from his body, rising slowly and steadily. He was so thick, so meaty. The very sight of it made me wet with anticipation.

  Taylor stroked his cock in his right hand, letting it smack rhythmically against the palm of his hand. The sight and the sound were hypnotic. My body was growing warmer. I’d felt dirty since I was being so flirty with Ted, but now I was starting to feel clean again. I wanted Taylor to make sweet love to me. I needed to be loved again, worshipped again by a real man.

  Taylor wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. His dick pressed firmly against my stomach. I could feel it pulsating with the sweet boner he had going on and as he kissed me, his member got even harder.

  His lips were soft; his mouth warm. It was a beautiful place that I never really wanted to ever leave. In his arms was the only place for me. I never wanted to be anywhere else, because even though I was a strong and independent woman, sometimes I did get down and a bit insecure. Taylor’s loving arms were the cure. Anytime I needed to I just fell into him and his warm embrace was always there.

  Taylor’s hands moved down to my ass and cupped my cheeks. His hands were strong and firm, with long, slender fingers. Within seconds they were parting my cheeks. The cool air felt nice as it brushed against my parts. Taylor’s fingers were in between the cheeks now, moving around, and teasing me a bit. But very soon they found my wet pussy and began to tease me. His middle finger was inside me from behind. I found myself bending over slightly to facilitate this.

  “You’re so wet,” Taylor said in between kisses. His lips were still going to work against mine, each kiss full of love and devotion to me. With Taylor I always felt like the most precious woman on earth.

  Taylor grabbed his dick and moved it between my legs so that I was almost balancing on top of it as it slid back and forth against the outside of my pussy. It was a different sensation and it was very enjoyable indeed. I had to stand on my toes for it to fully work, but once he was sliding back and forth I began to get hotter and hotter. His cock oc
casionally brushed against my clit just right and a solid beam of pleasure would rush through me.

  I suddenly jumped away and hopped into the swimming pool behind me laughing my head off. Taylor stood there a few moments a little surprised. He continued to beat his hard cock against his hand. I could see he was ready for me. And I was ready for him, too.

  Taylor stepped into the pool, letting himself in gently to the shallow area. Once inside he walked towards me to the middle part of the pool where I was floating gracefully, my fingers toying with my bits.

  Once he reached me, he kissed me hard again, this time even more passionately, holding the kiss long without letting go of it. His sweet breath, the life force dwelling within him—all of it mingled with my own and I felt my whole body become a hub of pleasure.

  And then he was inside of me.

  I’d had my legs wrapped around his and I was straddling him in the pool as he kissed me, but all of a sudden he pushed down on me slightly and slipped into me.

  “Shit…” I groaned.

  I tried to breathe, but my body was undulating with pleasure as it tried to get used to the massive cock inside of it. Taylor was wasting no time. He pushed in and out of me parting the water aside as he entered me. The sensation of the water surrounding him and his large cock was awesome. It created a tighter squeeze filled with some sort of a suction that was pleasurable.

  Taylor held me tightly against his body, his head on my shoulder now as he hugged me with a love that I’d never known before him. All the times I thought I might be in love or that I was with the right person---I realized it almost immediately with Taylor that nothing had ever been close to what I felt for him. And I could tell he felt the same about me.

  Suddenly, we were moving. Taylor was carrying me through the water as he continued to fuck me until we were at the side of the pool.

  “Turn around. I want to feel your ass against me,” Taylor whispered.

  I did as he asked. A second later his cock entered me again. I loved it when he came at me from behind. He went much deeper and it felt somehow thicker and tighter inside of me.

  Doing my best to bend over and hold still in the water that was still pretty deep, I braced myself as Taylor thrusted into me over and over again. I held on tightly to the edge of the pool and just resigned myself to letting him have his way with me.

  His finger suddenly pressed against my asshole.

  “Do you want it?” Taylor asked, whispering in my ear breathlessly.

  “Yes,” I replied.

  His finger slipped into me and slid deeply into my asshole. I gasped and leaned back into it. His hard cock was still pounding my pussy and I was inching closer to orgasm with each passing second.

  But his finger in my backdoor was a game changer. I don’t know what it was about it, but suddenly I felt that I was about to come immediately. I could feel his cock touching against his finger inside my asshole through the wall separating my pussy from my ass. It was kind of bizarre, but wonderful.

  And then he pushed two fingers into my ass. I was being stretched wider, but the simulation of being double penetrated was amazing. I loved the naughtiness of it. The fact that it was still considered a bit taboo just made it all the hotter.

  “Fuck me!” I growled. I wanted it harder and faster.

  Taylor obliged and within minutes I came hard in the pool.

  I could feel the orgasm in both my pussy and my ass. The shockwaves of it hit me in huge sweeping blasts roaring throughout my body, and leaving me feeling so weak that my legs didn’t feel like my own.

  Taylor came hard inside of me a few minutes later. His hand squeezed my hair into a ball of his fist and shook violently as the pleasure ripped out of his body.

  Afterwards we laid on one of the poolside lounge chairs, wrapped in towels just snuggling. We didn’t say much; we were just so happy to be together.

  I knew that Taylor and I would spend the rest of our lives together.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Ted

  It felt good to get out and party. With all the stress I’d been dealing with lately, letting loose some steam with some good friends and beautiful women was the best thing for me.

  I’d actually planned on spending the quiet evening at home, but when my friends Bart and Troy asked me to go to the club with them that night, I had to say yes. It had been probably a month or so since I’d felt social enough to want to go out and get into some mayhem. That was usually what happened. I’d been kicked out of so many clubs in the city that it was almost hard to find new ones to go to.

  It wasn’t my fault that people saw me and there was instant jealousy by guys whose girlfriends started paying attention to me. I was a bit of a celebrity in the area, but for no other reason than I was richer than shit. That’s the way things were sometimes. If you were rich enough, fame was often a nicely added side effect. People just gravitated towards success. And I was happy to be there when it happened.

  I was in The Cairo Club with my friends who had also brought along a few hot lady friends, and those lady friends had invited some of their friends. So when all was said and done it was us three guys with a bevy of beautiful women hanging out with us. And it was a blast.

  I figured the likelihood that I was going to get lucky tonight was almost certain, especially after we got enough drinks in these ladies. And it was apparent right after we arrived at the club that these women had already done some pre-gaming at home and were decently buzzed.

  The girl I was most interested in was named Sasha. She was a hot blonde with an amazing rack and she was just the right amount of ditzy. Plus, she loved to party. That was enough for me. I set my sights for her and made it clear to the other fellas that she was mine. They agreed. What other choice did they have? None of them could afford to party the way we were; the tab was all on me tonight. I didn’t mind, though. Hell, I volunteered it. When my friends initially called they were suggesting we go to another place that didn’t have near as much hype or popularity. It was a sad scene and they would have bought the cheapest beer they could and that would have been the evening.

  I was used to the good life.

  “So, do you want to dance?” Sasha asked me after her third vodka soda.

  I couldn’t hide the laughter. The poor girl was already about half sloshed. In fact, she might have been too drunk to take home. I’d learned my lesson over the years with very drunk women. While they were fun for a bit, you often had to deal with the aftermath of a drunk woman. Which meant a very “messy” bathroom from their hangover they would invariably wake up with. Even though I had people to clean for me, I didn’t want to be awakened by it. It was no bother; I would probably just get her number and call her tomorrow. She seemed like a sweet girl.

  “No,” I said. “I have this thing about dancing.”

  “What thing?”

  “I don’t do it,” I laughed. “Nah, seriously. I’m not much of a dancer. It’s never been my thing. I much more enjoy good conversation.”

  “Oh, ok. Why don’t you dance?”

  “Well, I’m not good at it, besides I feel like everyone is watching me and I only like to do things I know I do well in front of other people. It might sound a bit immature, but that’s only scratching the surface of what makes me tick.”

  Sasha seemed confused by my answer, but I didn’t care. I’d always hated dancing. On the rare occasion that I had to do it (like my wedding) it made me want to cringe. I was not blessed with the gift of rhythm; I could admit that. But I was not going to pretend that I had it or that it didn’t matter. It was even worse now that I was a bit of a local celebrity; people were always looking for a reason to make fun of you and throw shit on your fame. That’s how tabloids work.

  “So, what do you do, Sasha?” I asked trying to make conversation. I hoped this girl could stay sober enough to do that for a while at least.

  Sasha thought about the best way to respond to this apparently very tough question and I ordered a bourbon from th
e waitress as she came by.

  “Well, I really want to do modeling, but mostly right now I just work in a clothing store that my daddy owns.”

  I nodded and tried not to zone out. I’d always been annoyed at grown women who referred to their fathers as “daddy”. If you aren’t eight years old, then it’s just weird.

  As I sat there listening to her my mind drifted to thoughts of Jane. Now that was a woman… I just wished she’d quit giving me the cold shoulder. The past few days, ever since the night in the billiards room when I’d made another move towards her, the personality that I was used to just wasn’t there. She acted professional and courteous of course, but the personal touch that I’d been enjoying and the long conversations were kept to a minimum.

  It was ok, though. I figured she just needed more time. After all, I was sure that she couldn’t resist me forever. Maybe she was just playing hard to get to see if I would back down or continue. Was she trying to see how confident in myself I really was? Oh, the lovely games women played. They were maddening but oh so fun. That was fine; I had plenty of other women who could keep me company in the meantime. Besides I had too much work to focus on.

  I just hoped that I didn’t go too far and have her end up quitting. She was too great with the kids and she was amazing at everything else.

  I continued to party until almost midnight. I would have stayed later, but I was actually getting bored. Maybe I was getting too old to go out and party all night at clubs. Or I was just tired from working so hard. At any rate, I decided about eleven-thirty to call it a night. Sasha was so blitzed I don’t think she even realized when I left.

  On the way home I drove the Lamborghini with the top down. It was a beautiful night and I was feeling rather warm from all the alcohol I’d consumed. I probably shouldn’t have been behind the wheel, and normally I didn’t drive inebriated if I could help it, but I just didn’t feel like going through the hassle of ordering a different ride and then having someone else bring my car home.