by Iona Rose
He touched my nose with a finger. “What’s so funny?”
“I just wondered what the people at work would think if they saw you now,” I said.
He chuckled. “They would think it’s my clone. They probably don’t think I know how to laugh.”
I burst out laughing at the accuracy of his statement. I felt special since I got to see this side of Luke. The playful side.
I became aware of a bulge pressing into my stomach. The air between us changed from playful to heated. Luke's gaze dropped to my mouth and I parted my lips. He brought his mouth down and kissed me. Hard. Deep. I dry humped him, wanting to feel more of his rock-hard cock.
My hands dropped from his shoulders to his back and then to his tight ass. A wave of longing to be filled came over me but it wasn’t the right time. Molly would be waking up and then there was the added complication of Penelope being in the house.
Our breathing grew heavier and I knew if we did not stop now, we would go all the way. I broke the kiss.
Luke stared at me questioningly.
"Molly will wake up any time," I said.
"She’s not awake yet though and I can be very fast," he quipped and captured my mouth again.
For a few seconds, I allowed myself to get lost in his kisses, before I broke it off again. "And Penelope is in the house," I added.
Luke groaned and rolled off me. He lay on his back staring at the ceiling. "For fuck’s sake. It’s about time I set some rules with her."
Feeling sorry for the tent he sported, I reached out and cupped his cock. He groaned. Quickly, I unzipped Luke’s pants and pulled out his cock. It pulsed heavy and smooth in the palm of my hand.
Luke lay back with his eyes closed but his heavy breathing let me know he surely enjoyed my touch. When I took him into my mouth, he let out a long happy groan. “I’ll be done in a minute,” he promised.
He was true to his word.
Luke
It was Sunday and instead of feeling invigorated and rested, I felt exhausted. We had gone out for a meal the previous day, and even that had been tiresome. I'd forgotten what a diva Penelope was.
She had complained about everything, from the food to the service and the class of the restaurant. Molly, Ella and I had sat quietly and watched her, but she had ruined the meal for everyone.
It didn’t help that my body was tight with sexual tension. All weekend, she kept popping back at the most inopportune times. And Ella didn’t like to have sex with Penelope in the house. The end result… I felt horny and angry. All I could think of was how much I wanted to have Ella's soft body in my arms, but at the same time, I could see that Molly was starting to feel more and more confident. And as much as I hated having Penelope come in and out of the house as if she belonged here, I couldn’t bring myself to hurt the progress Molly had been making.
I felt glad when bedtime came and the following day was Monday. Penelope could go back to her hotel and leave us to our normal peaceful lives. I slipped into the cool sheets, and waited patiently until…
I felt a warm body slip into bed. I grabbed her hips to pull her to me. She was naked as she usually was when she joined me in bed, but when my hands touched her skin, I froze. "What the—?" I pulled my hand away as though I’d been burned and reached for the bedside lamp switch. Light flooded the room and I turned my gaze to the person in my bed.
"What the hell are you doing?" I growled at Penelope.
She looked at me and smiled. "You weren’t complaining a few seconds ago," she said, a knowing look on her face. "Don't stop."
I threw back the covers and got up. I grabbed my boxer briefs and slipped them on. Feeling more in charge, I faced her. "We need to talk, Penelope," I said. The most important thing now was for her to understand that it was truly over between us.
"Do we really have to talk?" she asked and pushed away the covers, exposing her breasts and pussy. Slowly, she opened her legs and showed me how wet she was. Then she did that thing she used to do when she wanted sex. She pushed her finger into her pussy.
I felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. I raised my cold gaze to her face.
She must have seen my complete disinterest because she pulled the covers up.
“There’s something I need you to understand, Penelope," I said, my voice sounding like ice. "It's over between us. My only interest in you is as Molly’s mother. Nothing else. I don’t want to fuck you—”
"Must you be so freaking crude," she muttered.
"Call it what you like, but I'm simply not interested. I don’t want you like that anymore. "
Her face twisted into an ugly grimace. "It’s because you're fucking the nanny, isn’t it?"
I inhaled sharply. I thought that we'd kept that private. It seemed not.
"You didn’t think I knew, did you?" she said triumphantly.
I stared at her. “What does it matter if you know or not? I don’t need your approval or disapproval.”
That wiped the smug smile off of her face.
“Whether I’m sleeping with Ella or not, is none of your business, but since you seem to think it is important, yes, I am, and I like her very much. You and I are over. In fact, we were over long before you walked out. The only reason you are allowed in this house is because you could be good for Molly.”
To my surprise, tears sprung to her eyes.
“I just wanted us to try again,” she said. “For Molly’s sake.”
I shook my head. “Too damn late for that.”
“I haven’t been with a man for weeks. Remember how good we were together? How good I made you feel?” she said, speaking in that little girl voice I used to dislike even when we were together and I thought I was in love with her.
“Sorry, can’t do,” I said callously, before glancing at the clock on my bedside table. “It’s late and I need to get to sleep.”
“I’ll go back to the hotel tomorrow,” she said, sounding dejected. “But I’ll be coming to see Molly.”
Relief. It had finally penetrated her little brain that we were done.
"You can see her any time," I said. I wanted to say, for now, but I held back. Best to take it step by step. "Just be honest with her when you can, or cannot come. That's all I ask."
"I will," she said. "A goodbye kiss?"
I glanced at her and fought my revulsion. “Fuck off, Penelope.”
She got up and sashayed to the door.
I frowned. Had she walked from the first floor stark naked? What if she ran into someone? Thankfully, it was just Molly and Ella in the house. But still, it made me feel dirty somehow.
She blew me a kiss and shut the door behind her.
Ella
Heat and electricity raced through my body as Luke's hands caressed me. I arched my body to him, wanting to feel him on my skin. I'd never been this aroused before. I writhed, moaned, and called his name.
He silenced me with a deep kiss and nibbled on my lower lip.
"Oh Luke," I moaned. I'd never had a lover as skilled as Luke was. He made my body come alive with his hands and tongue.
He slid down my body and captured a nipple in his mouth while his fingers played with the other. "You're so beautiful, my Ella," he said in a low husky voice.
I arched my body so he could take more of my breast into his mouth. I could feel his cock on my thigh… rock hard and ready. My pussy clenched, needing to be filled and stretched.
Luke kept his hands on my breasts but continued planting kisses on my belly, going lower, and lower. He slid between my legs and raised them to his shoulders. Then he dipped his face to my pussy.
I screamed with pleasure.
His tongue pushed into my pussy hungrily, eating me like a starving man.
"Yes Luke!" I moaned, twisting my body.
He licked and sucked until I was begging for more. I was on the edge of orgasm but I wanted more. I needed his cock.
"Fuck me Luke," I said.
He heard the desperation in my voice and rose from his position.
He moved up and angled his pulsing cock at the entrance of my pussy. I raised my hips to meet it. He grabbed the base and pushed his cock in. The ache in my pussy grew.
Despite Luke's cock being fully in, I felt empty and I writhed with agony. Why wasn’t the ache in my pussy easing? Tears of frustration filled my eyes as I raised my hips in a desperate attempt to take in more of him.
My eyes popped open then and I found myself alone in my bed with my body raised in the air. Disappointment crushed through me. My body ached and I was aroused beyond belief.
I squeezed my legs together, trying to ease the desperate ache between my legs. Nothing helped. I needed Luke's cock. Now. I got up from bed, grabbed a robe and slipped into it, then tiptoed out of my room.
I peered into Molly’s room. She was sound asleep. I made for the stairs and stepped softly, not wanting to wake Penelope up. Then I saw her just as I reached the landing.
She was stark naked and leaving Luke's room.
My blood became ice. The heat in my pussy evaporated. I pulled my robe tighter around me.
Penelope looked up and saw me. She didn’t even bother to cover herself. She wore the look of a woman who had been fucked all night. Her hair was messy. Her lips curved into a victorious smile.
Humiliation washed over me. Dizziness swept me, as I turned and staggered back to my room. Tears blinded me but I made it safely back to my room.
I sat on the bed breathing hard and shaking. I couldn’t believe what I had just seen. How could Luke do this to me? The pain I felt was incredible. Like a cold, steely hand had reached into my body and was squeezing my heart. I slipped into bed and curled myself into a ball. I’d been such a fool. I had believed him when he said he wasn’t interested in Penelope. I had trusted him.
But he owed me nothing!
I was just the nanny. His side dish, conveniently living in his house. Penelope on the other hand was the mother of his daughter. I hated myself. Why did I always fall for the wrong type of guys? Why was I drawn to people who only hurt me?
I lost track of time. I kept seeing Penelope naked and skipping out of his room. Did Luke laugh at me after he finished having sex with Penelope? Did he think I was a fool to believe his interest in me could be more than just for my body? Penelope even knew that Luke and I slept together. So this had been a big coup for her.
He had just been using me while he courted her back into his life. I had so many questions and no answers. I cried until there were no more tears left. I’d never felt like this before ever in my life.
I felt like my new life had just been snatched away from me. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to think. I must have drifted off to sleep because when I woke up, it was to someone knocking on my door.
"Ella," a soft voice called.
I smiled at the sound of Molly's sweet voice. Then the events of the previous night came to me and fresh tears came to my eyes. "I'll be along shortly, Molly," I said as I forced myself out of bed and into the bathroom.
After cleaning myself up, I dressed and left my room. To my surprise, I found Molly still waiting outside my door. I’d expected her to go to Penelope’s room. But in the last couple of days, she had stopped following her mother around.
Probably because Penelope always said no to everything. She didn’t want to play with Bean because he would make her dirty or ruin her clothes. She hated playing on the floor because her knees would hurt. No wonder Molly had stopped trying to get her mother to do things with her.
Penelope expected Molly to be a little grown up. Someone to go to lunch and shopping with. I’d wanted to shake her until she realized Molly was a little girl, not a grown woman. To scream into her ear that Molly’s interests were playing, reading, hearing stories and taking care of Bean.
Molly smiled at me and took my hand.
That simple gesture brought more tears to my eyes. She loved me and I loved her. Whatever else happened, I had to think of Molly. She was the reason I was here. I had to keep this in mind and not give in to my instincts of quitting. I would only leave when I was sure Molly did not need me anymore.
We said good morning to Paul in the kitchen and went to the dining room to wait for our breakfast.
"Did you sleep well?" I asked Molly.
She nodded.
I made a face. "I didn't."
"Why is that?" a voice asked from behind me.
My heart skipped a beat. I searched Luke's face. He was smiling as he came towards us. He showed no signs of being the cheater I knew he was. He looked fresh too. And why not? After spending half the night making love to his gorgeous ex-wife.
Anger coursed through me and I bit my lip to stop myself from saying anything.
"Good morning, Ladies?" he said, kissing Molly on the cheek.
I kept my gaze downcast. If I kept looking at him, I'd shout or worse, burst into tears.
"Ella?" he said softly, already sensing something was wrong. "Are you all right?" He even had a caring tone in his voice.
I couldn’t believe what a good actor he was, pretending to care about my feelings. "I’m fine," I snapped.
Paul brought in our breakfast and I concentrated on helping Molly slather honey on her pancakes.
Breakfast was a strangely quiet affair. I could feel Luke's quizzical eyes on me as we ate, but I refused to meet his gaze. I was tired of playing games and if Molly hadn’t been with us, I'd have told him so.
After breakfast, he pushed his chair back and stood up.
Penelope entered the dining room at the same time as Luke got up. “Are you leaving already?” she said and went to him. “Let me fix this your tie for you,” she said and walked towards him.
It felt like I’d just been punched in the stomach. My insides felt as though they were being shredded apart.
I tore my glance away.
I could feel Luke’s glaze on me. I refused to look up. I couldn’t bear to look into his eyes, knowing he had been lying to me all along. He’d let me believe there could be something between us. I was on the verge of crying but I wasn’t going to humiliate myself in front of Penelope.
“Don’t,” I heard him mutter to Penelope.
She giggled.
So he didn’t want me to know they were back together again. I swallowed hard.
“See you later, Molly,” he called.
“Bye, bye, Daddy,” Molly said, slipping off her chair to go give him his kiss.
The whole time, I never lifted my head. I heard the sound of Molly kissing his cheek, then his footsteps faded away as he left the room. I breathed again, when I heard the slam of the front door. I fought to keep my face from crumbling.
"I'm going away today," Penelope said while pulling a chair next to Molly.
Molly's little face went white.
Penelope saw it too and spoke fast, "Not forever. I'll be coming to see you. I'll skip tomorrow and come the next day. Take care of your daddy for me, won’t you?"
Pain shot through my heart like a sharp arrow. She didn’t need to keep driving home the point that Luke was hers now. I knew this already. I was out of the ring. I just wanted to do my job to the very end and then go back to my own life.
"You can go and play while I have a word with Ella."
Molly left the dining room.
I stared at Penelope and waited for her to speak. What could she possibly have to tell me?
"I suppose you're wondering what's going on between Luke and me?" she asked, a sly smile on her face.
She was wrong. I wasn’t wondering. I'd seen what I needed to see. But I didn’t say it, knowing instinctively that she would tell me whether I wanted to hear it or not.
"We're together now, but I really need us to go slow," she said.
"Good,” I croaked. I didn’t know how long I could keep my tears at bay.
"Actually, I also wanted to reassure you that your job is safe for now. Molly really likes you and we want to do everything we can to make her feel secure and happy, but eventually…" She paused before carrying on
, “So if you find anything suitable, just let Luke or me know, okay?”
"Okay," I mumbled.
"Good. I’m glad we're in agreement." She groaned dramatically. "God, my body aches," she said and let out a girlish laugh. She leaned forward as if to whisper to me even though there was no one else in the room. "I have to confide in someone and I know you can keep a secret, so I’ll just tell you. My husband is such a beast in bed." She giggled again, then pushed her chair back and left.
I bowed my head and allowed the tears to flow from my eyes.
How was I going to do this? Would I be able to watch Penelope touch and kiss Luke when I wanted him for myself? I wanted to do right by Molly, but it hurt.
God, how it hurt.
The desolation I felt was all consuming and I had to force myself to get up from my chair and get on with my day. I had a job to do and I would damn well do it, whether my heart was broken or not.
Luke
I was in a good mood when I got home. Penelope was gone! I felt like I had been given a fresh lease on life. Now Ella and I could go back to our normal passionate lives. I missed sleeping with her in my arms and waking up to her sweet sounds of sleep.
But during the day at the office, it wasn’t Ella's hot sexy body I thought of. It had been the sound of her laughter and the various expressions she wore. She hovered in my mind throughout the day and when I left work, she jumped at the forefront of my thoughts and I found myself smiling for no reason.
I pushed open the front door. "I'm home," I announced.
A patter of little feet sounded before Molly appeared and threw herself at me.
I laughed and held her close. "How was your day sweetheart?" I asked.
She smiled up at me. “Good."
"Wonderful. Where’s Ella?"
Rather than reply, Molly took my hand and led the way out to the backyard where Ella was playing with Bean. Molly dropped my hand and ran to join them.
I stood for a moment to watch the three of them. Molly's laughter rang out as Bean wrestled her to the grass and licked her face.