Damaged Goods: A Single Dad & Nanny Romance

by Rye Hart

  “That was the agent at the end of the driveway,” he said, grabbing my arm and walking me toward the stairs. “They just let another cop through that is coming with food replacements and other stuff for the house. Go. Get dressed.”

  I jogged up the stairs and into my bedroom, closing the door behind me. I pulled out a pair of panties and a bra, glancing out the window as a cop car pulled up. A Latina female got out of the car, and Logan went out to meet her, smiling and helping her carry boxes and bags into the house. I pulled on my clothes and fixed my hair, making it look like I had been up for a while. I crossed the hall and brushed my teeth, spraying on some vanilla body spray before walking back downstairs. By the time I reached the bottom, Logan and the other officer were standing in the living room already talking about the case. They stopped their conversation and stared at me as I walked into the room.

  “Hi,” I said sweetly, reaching out to shake the woman’s hand. “I’m Kailey.”

  “Nice to meet you, Kailey, I’m Rebecca,” the officer replied with a strong grip on my hand.

  She turned back to Logan and continued their conversation. I sat on the arm of the couch looking around the room, unsure of what to do with myself. I could feel the heat coming from my stomach and up my neck. I bit my lip as I looked up at Logan, thinking how hot it was that I almost got caught. Rebecca continued to blabber on about the precinct and some award ceremony. I smiled and caught Logan’s eyes as I pulled up my shirt and flashed him. His eyes widened, but darted right back to the officer.

  “Uh, yeah,” he stuttered. “Those awards things are always a bore.”

  He looked back at me as I shook with silent laughter, standing and perusing the movie shelf for the five hundredth time. I never had a guy in my life who I enjoyed messing with so much. The conversation between the two officers continued for another couple of minutes.

  “Well,” Rebecca said, shaking Logan’s hand. “Be safe. I hope you guys can use the stuff I brought over. I’ll see you at the station, hopefully soon.”

  “Yep,” Logan said as he watched Rebecca walk outside to her car. “And thanks again for the food!”

  He stood in the doorway watching as she got comfortable in her car. I could hear the engine rev and the sound of tires rolling over the gravel as she drove down the driveway. He slowly closed the door and stood there for a minute, looking down at the floor. When he looked up, he no longer had that miserable but playful look on his face. In its place was an angry, determined expression I hadn’t seen before.

  “You know I could get fired if anyone ever finds out,” he said angrily, moving to the living room entry way. “They would seriously bring me up on neglect charges and then fire me. I would lose my job, my pension, and before I know it, I would be chasing down shoplifters as the local mall cop. Not to mention, my negligence could get you killed!”

  At first, I felt bad, but then a streak of anger flooded through me. He watched as my face changed from sheepish to livid very quickly. I threw the remote on the couch and stood up, clenching my fists and turning toward him.

  “You know it takes two, asshole,” I shouted. “You wanted to fuck me just as much as I wanted you to, so don’t act like an innocent victim here.”

  “Yeah, but the difference is,” he said, walking closer and pointing his finger at me. “I didn’t walk around with my dick flopped out, begging you to take it.”

  “Oh, so now your lack of self-control is on me,” I said, throwing my hands in the air and laughing. “I am such an idiot. After this morning, I thought for a second that maybe we could actually be friends or something. Now I see I am nothing but a job to you, with the added benefit of a good fuck.”

  I walked quickly past him, relieved that he didn’t stop me. I was so stupid. Playing my little games only led to me being the one who felt played. I stomped up the stairs and slammed my door, catching the small picture on the wall before it crashed to the ground. I took in a deep breath, feeling the sting of rejection in my chest. I hung the picture back where it was and walked over to the window, hearing the front door slam. Logan walked out in the yard, his face red and his hands clenched. He paced back and forth until finally, his muscles relaxed. His head turned upward toward my window and I jumped back, not wanting him to know I was watching. I stepped backward until my butt felt the bed behind me and I plopped down.

  What was I thinking? I was so desperate to rid myself of my fears that I convinced myself Logan was some toy to play with. I knew at the beginning, when I was sitting on that couch, that I shouldn’t do it, but I gave in, feeling like I was free to do whatever I wanted just because I went through something traumatic. Then, after hearing his life story and sharing something really private about myself, I went and got my feelings hurt. I never did this. I never let men run my emotions; I saw firsthand what that could accomplish.

  For the rest of the night, I stayed in my room, only going downstairs to grab food once I knew Logan was locked away in his room for the night. I shook my head as I sat in the dark eating a bowl of cereal. This day had started out fun and exciting, but it had changed so quickly. Suddenly I was left feeling like an idiot, and Logan was blaming me for his own bad decisions. At that moment, I couldn’t wait for this to be over. I wanted nothing more than to return to my old life and forget that any of this ever happened.

  CHAPTER TEN - LOGAN

  I was awake before the sun came up, lying in my bed, thinking about how fucking bad I felt for being an asshole to Kailey. Sure, I could lose my job over this, but I didn’t stop to think about the fact that she had been through hell lately. It bothered me that she thought I didn’t give a shit about her. In fact, after yesterday morning, I had started to feel something real for her. It was more than just wanting to fuck her every five seconds. I was definitely wrong for how I handled the situation, and I knew damn sure that if someone treated my mother the way I treated Kailey, I would take them out.

  I needed to fix this situation. I jumped up from the bed and threw on my shorts and t-shirt. I looked in the mirror and fixed my messy hair before reaching for the doorknob. If she wasn’t already awake, I would wake her up with an apology and an invitation to breakfast. That would be perfect—nonthreatening and definitely nonsexual. Whatever I did, I had to make sure to keep the rest of my time here as professional as possible. I wanted Kailey to know I did care for her. That meant keeping my dick in my pants and my daydreams in the shower.

  I walked quietly down the hall and knocked on the door, opening it before she had a chance to answer. As I walked in, I froze. I looked at her sprawled across the bed, her legs spread eagle and her hands between them. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen, and as much as I wanted to look away, I just couldn’t. So much for keeping my dick in my pants. She looked up with surprise that only lasted a moment before she smirked and bit her lip.

  “Don’t stop just because of me,” I said in a low voice, closing the door and moving to the foot of the bed.

  “Oh yeah? You wanna watch?” Her voice was sexy and low with desire. Just the sound of it stiffened my cock.

  I nodded and watched as she took her fingers and put them in her mouth, wetting them until they were dripping. She trailed her fingers over her breasts, lingering on her nipples for a moment, rubbing them between her fingers and rolling her eyes in pleasure. Slowly, she moved her hand downward, hovering right above her swollen, wet pussy. The anticipation was killing me, and I backed up, pulling myself up on the dresser and rubbing my dick through my shorts.

  “Spread those lips,” I said, licking mine.

  She smiled and slid her fingers through the slit, opening her mound and gasping as the cold air hit her nub. She slid her fingers up and down in the creases, massaging the skin around her clit. Her hips bucked and her breathing began to pick up. I stood up and pulled my shorts and briefs off, tossing them to the side, lifting my shirt and running my hand up my hard shaft.

  “What now, playboy?” she asked with a coy tone. “Because if you don’t
tell me soon, I might shove your head down there.”

  “Nah,” I said, shaking my finger. “Rub your clit with one hand, and slide two of your fingers inside.”

  She bent her left leg at the knee and pulled it up toward her chest, reaching under with one hand and holding up two, then three fingers, lifting an eyebrow and smirking. She slid her fingers inside of herself and arched her back, moaning loudly as the other finger massaged her clit. I watched quietly from across the room, stroking my erection slowly, careful not to come until I had a chance to play. I knew I shouldn’t, but this was literally the most amazing thing I had ever seen. She put her leg down and reached forward to get a better angle, thrusting her fingers in harder and deeper. She cried out as she got wetter and wetter.

  “Mmm, baby, I want to fuck you,” she moaned.

  “Nope,” I smirked. “I want to watch you come.”

  Just the sound of my voice seemed to rev her engine more. She smiled as she plunged her fingers in deep, rotating them before pulling back out, rubbing the wetness across her lips. I could feel my cock getting harder and harder by the second, and though I was resolved to see this to the finish line, it was hard to fight the urge to fuck her senseless.

  As she moved her hand faster and faster inside herself, I could see her temperature rising. She moved her hips faster like she did when she was fucking me, rubbing her palm over her clit and digging her feet into the bed. Slowly, she picked her ass up from the bed and gyrated against her own hand, screaming as she reached higher and higher toward climax.

  “You going to come for me, baby?” I whispered.

  “Yeah, baby,” she whined. “I’m going to come for you hard.”

  “Mmm, yeah, let me see it. Let me hear it,” I growled, stroking my dick harder.

  She wailed loudly, the sound echoing through the house. She gritted her teeth and pushed her fingers in deep, moving her other hand rapidly over her clit. As her back arched one more time, her shoulders came up off the bed, too, and she screamed out. The waves of her orgasm floated through the room. I could see her body twitching as the wetness ran from her pussy. I gripped my dick hard, not giving a shit that I forgot a condom. I needed her pussy, and I needed it right now. I wanted to feel every inch of her against my skin.

  I crawled toward her shaking body and licked her pussy, tasting her sweet juices and listening to her groan in a renewed ecstasy. I grabbed her legs and spread them wide, pulling her hips forward and jamming my dick inside of her. Her pussy was warm and soft and I rolled my eyes, holding just a second before beginning to pound into her. There was no holding back and I leaned forward, grabbing hard on to her tits as my skin slapped against hers. She screamed out as I thrust inside her, not waiting before pulling out and doing it again. Sweat poured down my forehead as I gave her the hardest fuck I could muster, feeling myself filling her up with my cock.

  I leaned back up and pulled back toward me, grabbing her hips again and pushing her back on the bed. I was in charge this time. I rammed my dick into her hard and fast, watching her climb back up toward another orgasm. I knew that when she went off, there was no hope for me and I rocked my pelvis against hers. She clawed for something to hold on to before grabbing her own tits and bouncing back and forth, trying to keep her orgasm at bay.

  “Don’t hold back,” I said through gritted teeth. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”

  With those words, she relaxed her shoulders and pushed forward with every thrust, taking my erection deeper and deeper inside of her. I watched her eyes roll back in her head as she arched her back, feeling the explosion of her warm wet pussy. I gripped her hips, feeling myself getting closer, pushing it right to the edge. I pulled out and climbed on top of her, jacking it until I burst all over her tits. I looked down as she gazed back up at me, her head lifted, her mouth wide open, and her tongue lapping at my seed. I stroked it a couple more times and braced myself as she finished it off with her mouth, the tip being extraordinarily sensitive. I reached over to the side and grabbed her shower towel, wiping her off. When she was all cleaned up, I leaned down and kissed her lips softly, thanking her for such an amazing show.

  Though I knew I screwed up by giving in to this woman again, there was just something so satisfying about being with her. It was hard to imagine what I would do when we finally left this safe house.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN - KAILEY

  When I woke up this morning and decided to rub my pussy down, I never expected it to end with the pounding of my life and Logan’s cum all over my tits. It was an amazing surprise. Not only did I wear his ass down once, but I accidentally wore it down twice. After yesterday’s fight, I figured it was never going to happen again. I contemplated my opportunity for a third but decided not to push my luck. When we were done, he laid down beside me and apologized for being a dick the night before. I decided that I could apologize for my part in it as well.

  I plopped down on the couch and waited for Logan to sit next to me, moving in close to him and laying my head on his shoulder. He picked all cop movies, but it was my fault for giving him the say-so in movie night. In reality, it didn’t really matter what we watched, as long as he was close to me and I could take my mind off the fact that I was still locked in this safe house.

  As I curled up on the couch and watched Logan check in with his boss, I thought about the things he told me about his life. I really felt like I wanted to get to know him better and wanted him to know me too. I decided it was time to share a little more about myself and see if this thing really could be anything more than physical.

  He finished his call and sat down next to me.

  “So, what’s next?” he asked.

  “I thought maybe we could talk some more, get to know one another a little better,” I said.

  He smiled and touched my leg. “I’d like that.”

  I smiled and pulled my legs to my chest, resting my chin on my knees and setting the popcorn on the floor. I thought back to when I was five, which was the first real memory I had of my parents. I could never remember the good times my brother talked about and part of me wondered if he just made them up to make himself feel better.

  “So, my mom got pregnant with my brother when she was just twenty, and my dad, being of a certain class of people, immediately married her,” I said, rolling my eyes.

  Logan nodded.

  “So three years later they had me,” I continued. “My brother said we were all a really happy family for the next five years. He said we went places together, my mom and dad laughed, and he never saw our father even raise his voice to anyone in the house. But if that is true, something drastically changed that us kids didn’t see. One of my first memories is of my parents screaming at each other over the divorce agreement. My father didn’t want to give my mother half of everything and my mother didn’t want to give him custody of us.

  At five, I didn’t understand any of it and I think I went another ten years before I realized that, though my parents still lived together for us, they weren’t actually married to each other.”

  I paused and took a drink of my water, collecting my thoughts. There was a lot to the story and I knew it would help explain who I was. Still, it wasn’t easy to talk about. I popped some popcorn in my mouth and continued.

  “And honestly, I didn’t actually figure it out myself. My father told me,” I said, remembering the conversation. “I went out with some friends to the movies and caught my dad kissing another woman in front of the theatre. Being my normal, bold and brazen self, I walked straight up to them and pushed her, screaming out that she wasn’t my mother. My father pulled me to the side and told me right there that they weren’t married, they just lived together for us. My father was always out. My mother, however, I never saw her go out, not even once. I can only imagine what kind of lonely life that was for her.”

  “Where is she now?”

  “Oh, my father finally gave in after me and my brother grew up and gave her the house and half the estate,” I said, shruggi
ng. “Now she spends her days lounging by the pool and eyeing the pool boy with a martini permanently glued to her palm. She has some friends that come over and they all play cards and gossip and she is just having a riot. But still, after all this time, my mother has never brought home another man. Part of me thinks she still loves my father, but after he abused her for so long, I don’t know how that could be possible. The other part of me understands what it feels like to have zero faith in love and not want to deal with having to trust someone.”

  Logan nodded his head. “I get that. It sounds like you didn’t have a good example of a solid relationship and what that looked like.”

  “No, I certainly didn’t. I guess part of me is like my dad, going out and doing whatever the hell I want without thought of consequence. And the other part is so hell-bent on not becoming my mom that I act out,” I admitted.

  Logan looked at me thoughtfully for a moment before taking my hand. “So, who is it that you want to be? What is it that you want to do?”

  “I really want to see Europe,” I sighed. “Not like hippie backpacking, but actually travel by trains and buses and really take time to see the sights.”

  “Europe sounds amazing. I’ve always wanted to go hang gliding in the Maldives. See it from a perspective that not many other people get to.”

  “That sounds amazing,” I replied, setting my chin back on my knees. We talked into the night, sharing all kinds of silly stories about ourselves. We talked about what we liked to do, what our favorite restaurants were, and what we wanted to do in the future. Oddly enough, I realized Logan and I weren’t that different. We both had strong career ambitions, we both wanted to travel the world and experience life first hand, and we both understood just how precious life and relationships really were. By the time it was bedtime, I knew more about Logan than I did my ex-boyfriend. It made me realize I’d never had this kind of conversation with a man before.