The Billionaire's Nanny (A MFM Romance)

by J. L. Beck

  I'd still pursue that, yes. I'd take it as it came. I had ensnared two fine men and was already building a family. Why not embrace it while it was sitting right there? There was no way I was ever going to find anything better.

  Even as I cooked, though, I had to deal with the predatory glares of Jack and Julian.

  They knew they couldn't take me right now. Not with Tiff watching.

  As soon as she wasn't, though?

  God, my nights were never boring, even less so since they found out I was pregnant. I always heard that pregnancy hormones would make you horny, yet the only thing I'd noticed so far was that it made the two of them even hornier.

  Which really was surprising because I didn't think that should be possible.

  Our lust was quickly morphing into love, too. Sure, we went about the whole relationship thing in terribly the wrong order. You got to know someone a lot through pillow talk, and we'd even arranged for Isabella to watch Tiff every so often—for a nice bonus—so we could go out and on a proper date.

  A tour of the city, more sights and sounds than I had ever dreamed of seeing, and even some dirty time in places that were hardly appropriate for us to be dirty in.

  I carried the dish over to the oven and slid it in, turning back around to catch Julian licking his lips my way. There was no doubt in my mind that it wasn't for food, just letting me know what was I in for.

  I set the timer for the oven, and it also reminded me that I had time where I didn't need to show full attention to the dish.

  "Tiff, why don't you go play with your Xbox for a bit?"

  "Okay, Cassie." She happily ran off, pleased to have permission to go sit in front of the TV like a potato for a change.

  I walked over to Julian, who proceeded to pull me into the room and closed the door.

  He immediately embraced me, a deep kiss and a hand on the small of my back. "You can't wait until tonight, can you?" I shot him a playful glare.

  "Tiff isn't in bed for almost four hours. What do you think I am, some sort of machine who can resist you for that long?"

  "I thought we agreed that we would hold back, as long as she's awake."

  "Yeah, but, um... I sort of want you now."

  "You're lucky that what I'm cooking takes an hour in the oven, you know."

  "The only oven I care about is this one." He placed a hand on my abdomen, massaging it gently.

  "You got your wish. Fuck me enough times like you two do, and it's bound to happen."

  "Whelp, you were worried about getting pregnant. The way I see it is you don't have to worry about it for another half year now."

  "Ah yes, the birth control of pregnancy. Brilliant."

  "I know, isn't it?"

  His hands had wormed under my pants and into my panties.

  The door to the room opened.

  "Am I hearing adult activities happening early in here?"

  It was Jack.

  "I'm trying to convince her to have some fun with us."

  "You two are insatiable man-sluts, you know that?" I murmured.

  "Ah, but we're you're insatiable man sluts."

  They led me to the bed. I wasn’t getting out of this one.

  Not that I would want to.

  "Just a quickie. I am technically cooking right now," I pointed out.

  "Sure, sure. Everyone gets to have a grand ol' orgasm," Julian said, rubbing me through my jeans and wasting little time digging deeper to get to the fruit he truly wanted.

  "What, we both can't fuck her?" Jack added.

  "Maybe later. For now, we have to be practical guys. Jesus."

  I cupped both of them in the crotch. My duty as their lover was a daunting one, but I was committed to seeing it through. They were going to come for me. Again and again. I was going to keep both sets of their balls drained and dry, whether it be through mouth, pussy, or...other methods.

  Jack's words from a while ago echoed through my head. This was a hardly typical life, but it was mine, and it was wonderful. I was going to enjoy it to its absolute fullest.

  The End

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  CHAPTER ONE

  ELYSE

  There was one thing I wanted for my twentieth birthday. Actually, two things. I wanted to lose my virginity, and I wanted it to be with the McGuire twins.

  The two hot as hell bad boy cops that patrolled the city, and my college campus. They were twin brothers that I had gone to college with, well, before they graduated. Now, I was living vicariously through their social media posts. I was what you would call a social media stalker.

  “We're going to get you laid for your birthday.” Haley mumbled through a full mouth of grilled chicken salad.

  “Yeah, right? You know that’s on my birthday wish list though, so I hope you’re right.” I said after swallowing a gulp of soda.

  “I know… and I'm going to make sure that happens because that’s what best friends are for, Elyse.” She closed the container on her salad and placed it into her purple lunch bag.

  “True, if you were in my shoes and vice versa I’d totally help you get dicked down, too.” We both laughed and cleaned up the table we’d been sitting at.

  “I can’t wait for my next class, Mr. Larsen is one fine member of society and I’d love to get my hands all over his ruler.” Haley bit her bottom lip and moaned obnoxiously, I playfully slapped her in the arm.

  “Stop! People can hear you. You don’t want to get in trouble for talking about a professor like that. We go to a fucking Catholic college, Haley.” I whispered in a panic tone.

  “Oh, Lord. Coming from the girl who just cussed me out and just got done talking about wanting to get laid for her birthday…” She rolled her big hazel eyes.

  “Shut up.” I snickered, grabbing my brown leather backpack and adjusting my plaid skirt. I was that good girl that everyone talked about. The one that went to all of her classes and was never late, always turned in my assignments on time, and aced every exam.

  “Meet at my car after class, we can go to the mall.” Haley held up her two fingers, pressed them against her lips and blew a kiss to me as she spread her fingers into in a peace sign. I did the same, as it was our signature goodbye.

  We both walked our separate ways and headed to our classes. My eyes glided across the campus quad as I walked along the sidewalk. The twins were always patrolling the area, sometimes together, sometimes apart, but at least one of them was always in sight.

  I tripped over my own feet, falling directly into a bush, my hands reaching out in front of me to stop my descend, even though I knew it was too late.

  I landed harshly against the greenery, praying to God no one had seen me. Then again, that's what I got for not paying attention to where it was I was going.

  “You okay?” A familiar deep voice vibrated through me and my chest leapt into my throat.

  “Oh my gosh…” I fumbled for words, but they didn't come. My eyes moved up and down the length of the devilishly handsome specimen that stood tall and broad before me.

  Damon. I said his name in my head letting it swish around inside my mouth. He's dressed in his cop uniform, his pistol, handcuffs, baton and numerous other objects that I couldn't care less about being fastened to his belt. His muscles flexed beneath his shirt and I wiped at my bottom lip to make sure I wasn’t drooling.

  He eyed me up and down curiously, with his dangerous dark brown eyes, a wicked grin pulling at his lips, “You didn't fall looking for me or my brother did you?” He wiggled his eyebrows; dark chocolate brown hair peeked out at me from underneath his hat. I could feel my cheeks warming. He couldn’t know about my secret obsession with him and his brother, could he? I stood straighter, hoping to hide my arousal for him.

  “Nope. I just was thinking about something and bam, bush…” I brushed it off, but knew Damon didn’t believe me. The darkness in his eyes made me want to beg him to throw me over his shoulder and take me back to his house, but I bit my tongue knowing no such thing
would ever come true.

  He crossed the space between us; the scent of cinnamon and spice filled the space.

  “Lying to a cop is against the law, pretty lady.” I nibbled on my bottom lip. How was it that I was standing here talking to one of my McGuire twins?

  “Then you better handcuff me and put me in the back of your squad car, huh?” Something inside me came to life, a vixen of sorts, a woman that was sheltered and escaping the public eye.

  Damon dipped low, his dark eyes flickered with heat, and “You would like that wouldn’t you Being cuffed and at the mercy of another man.” I licked my lips; my pussy grew wetter with each passing second. I stepped a little closer to him.

  “I think I’d like that very much, but probably even more if I were at the mercy of two men…” I whispered into his ear and quickly turned away from him; embarrassed I’d just done that. Looking down at my phone to pull my attention elsewhere, I realized I needed to run to class, or I’d be late for the first time.

  “Wait!” Damon hollered at me, but I didn't pay any attention.

  The soles of my shoes tapped against the linoleum floors of the hallways, all the students had been entering their lecture rooms and some had just stared at me in disbelief, that the by-the-book Elyse was about to be late for the first time.

  Finally reaching the door to psychology, I gripped the handle and quickly pulled it open. Everyone’s eyes were on me as I sat just as the hand of the clock turned to the time class started.

  “That was a close call, Miss Turner.” Professor Adams stood from his desk and walked over to the whiteboard, adjusting his dark blue suit jacket. His eyes narrowing in on mine.

  “I know, I’m sorry. But, I wasn’t late.” I said through uneven breaths as I was trying to catch my breath after running throughout campus to make it here on time. Professor Adams shook his head and turned to the board. I opened my backpack and got out my textbook and notebook for the class.

  “What was Miss Perfect doing that she was running so behind?” Luke whispered to me over my shoulder in his slimy voice. I cannot stand him, he’s a cocky prick, and he’s known around campus for taking advantage of drunk girls and spiking their drinks at all the frat parties.

  “None of your goddamn business, Luke. That’s what.” I snipped, quietly.

  “Meow!” He growled and hissed against my ear, sending a bone chilling feeling down my spine of violation.

  This was one reason why I was always on time, I always avoided Luke and so did every other female in class so of course when you’re late, you’re the stuck in front him, behind him, or to the sides of him.

  “Luke…” Professor Adams turned around and faced us, his brows furrowing at Luke. “Is there something you wanted to discuss with us today? Because I can assure you all of these scholarships and all of mommy and daddy’s money wasn’t spent on these students’ tuitions for you to lead the class.” Professor Adams stated firmly before turning back around to the board.

  Quiet laughter filled the room and Luke huffed and puffed behind me. It was about time someone called him out on some of his bullshit and put him in his place.

  Professor Adams turned back on his heels and started scribbling nonsense on the board. Psychology was my least favorite class, but Professor Adam’s made it fun and interesting.

  As I scribbled down notes, my mind started to drift off to the run in I’d had with Damon. My pussy ached, and I imagined what it would feel like if Damon popped my cherry while Davin had his cock pumping into my mouth, down my throat.

  I was a virgin, but I had very real fantasies and I wanted the McGuire twins to fulfill them. I put up a good front for my parents, and even my best friend at times, but underneath it all I wanted to shed the good girl image and do something for myself, if only just once.

  A flurry of whispers interrupted my thoughts, and I gazed up from my notebook. A girl to the left of me was passing a note up the auditorium.

  What the hell, is this high school again?

  The folded up paper landed on my notebook a second later and it took everything in me not to sigh out in frustration.

  I ignored it, even though I was burning to open it and take in the words that were written on the paper. I was so caught up in my notes that I didn’t even realize who it was coming from.

  Luke was here on a sports scholarship and he caused a shit ton of problems or so, Haley had said, so I could only assume that it had been from him.

  I sat in silence trying my hardest to pay attention. I was just about caught up on notes when the squeaking of the auditorium doors below pulled me away from my notebook.

  Damon stepped into the room, his dark eyes scanning over the class and stopping on me. As soon as he saw me, he crossed the room, whispering something in Professor Adams’s ear. Knots formed in my stomach. Why was here? Had he followed me?

  The thought of him following me to my class turned me on a bit and I wondered more and more why he was here.

  “Elyse…” Professor Adams’s called out, and I swallowed hard, a thin sweat forming against my palms. “Officer McGuire would like to talk to you. Can you please come down here?” Whispers flurried around the room, my cheeks turning a rosy red as I gathered my stuff and placed it in my backpack.

  Excitement and fear zinged through me.

  What the hell was going on?

  I descended the steps each one bringing me closer to the insanely handsome Damon McGuire. His features gave nothing away, his eyes remaining on me the entire time.

  “Come with me.” His voice was calm, cool, and collected as he placed his hand at the small of my back guiding me out of the room. Electricity flowed between us, his touch setting my body on fire.

  If it were this hot with clothes on what would it be like with his hands on my bare skin?

  His fingers slipping deep inside…

  The door closed behind us and as soon as we were alone, I knew something was up. He whirled on me, his huge frame towering over mine as he pushed me against the brick wall.

  “What’s going on?” A shudder worked its way through me and my nipples hardened. I had envisioned moments like this, mainly alone in my dorm.

  Letting the McGuire twins ravage me until there was nothing left until I was a heaping mess at their feet.

  Would they be gentle, or would they be rough? Would they take me together?

  Damon brushed away the stray strands of hair that clung to my cheek, a smile pulling at his lips. His scent washed over me, intoxicating and overtaking my senses.

  “You’ve broken the law, baby girl, and now, my brother and I are going to have to punish you.” The hallway was dimly lit, and I swallowed down the moan that wanted to escape my lips as Damon eyed me like I was his next meal.

  Then it hit me.

  What law had I broken?

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  CHAPTER ONE

  BRIDGET

  I had never thought I would be that girl. The girl who fantasized about her dad’s best friend and wanted nothing more than to be taken by him, but there wasn’t any denying that I was, in fact, that girl when it came to Reid. With his buzzed dark black hair, sharp jaw line covered in a dusting of scruff, and piercing blue eyes, with a dazzling smile, I always seemed to be weak in the knees whenever he was around.

  It helped immensely in the looks department that he was an ex-marine, making his body bulky with muscles all over. The cords of his neck were built, and he still had that boyish grin even though he was over forty-years-old. His forearms were thick and veiny, and I imagined his cock being just the same and that thought alone caused a wetness to form between my thighs.

  Reid had always been a member of the family though lately he seemed to be more distant. He’d only been coming around during holidays and birthdays as of late, and I suppose it didn’t really help that he lived a couple hours away.

  I nibbled on my bottom lip, trying to stop my thoughts from turning dirty. I knew the obsession I had with him had to stop, at least some day, but
I was still young and hadn’t found a man to curb my needs just yet and a part of me wondered if Reid would be able to help with that.

  If he would be the man to claim my virginity like I wanted him to.

  “I’ve arranged for you to stay at Reid’s for the next two months while I’m gone.” My father was all business like even when it came to parenting. You did as you were told and you were treated like a good little worker bee. You didn’t, and you got… well, I’m sure you get it.

  “Are you sure Reid isn’t upset about this? I don’t want to cramp his style, or invade his privacy.” I licked my lips, the anticipation killing me. I couldn’t let Daddy know how excited I was to be seeing Reid for the first time in nearly a year.

  If he knew my plan or about the excitement that coursed through me he’d pitch a fit and probably send me off to a boarding school.

  I was eighteen now, and ready to take my feelings to another level. I just needed to get a feel for whether or not it was something he would be interested in?

  “I’ve discussed everything with him and he’s fine with it.” Daddy’s eyes softened. I knew he was taking this whole overseas business trip a lot harder than he should have been. I could manage to care for myself after all I was going to have to leave here soon anyway.

  “Don’t be sad, Daddy. You know Reid will make sure everything is okay, and that I don’t do anything that is against “Dad’s” rules.” I smirked, wrapping an arm around his mid-section. Dad wasn’t much for hugs, stating there was a time and place for them, but today must’ve been a time because he wrapped an arm around me pulling me into his side, the scent of his cologne filtering into my nostrils.

  “I’m a hard ass, I know, but I can’t even explain to you how much you mean to me, Bridget.” His voice was scratchy as he pressed a kiss onto the top of my head. Even if I wouldn’t admit it to him, I was going to miss him greatly. After having my mom walk out on us when I was only five, it left only the two of us to fall back on each other. Dad wasn’t much of a nurturer, but he tried his best and I never went without.