The Billionaire And The Nanny

by Paige North

  I go down and expose more of myself to him. His hand runs along my cheek and his fingers go under to my pussy. He drags his fingers up, slipping my wet juices up the length of me until he’s at my hole. He rings it with slippery cunt juices. He presses a little harder on my tight little hole, just enough to let the sensitive nerves tingle with anticipation.

  “Yes, Cole,” I encourage him. “Give me more. Please.”

  But again, he stops. He slaps my ass and I cry out a little. His arm wraps around my waist and he drags me off the top of the truck. Just one arm, strong and solid and taking hold of my body. He sets me down on top of the thick blankets in the bed of the truck. His eyes never leave mine, even as he pulls his shirt off over his head, revealing his cut chest and six-pack abs. I reach up for him but he catches my wrist before I can touch his skin.

  He puts my hand on his dick. It is rigid as fuck, and I can feel the heat of it, hot in my hand. I moan immediately, thinking of all the ways I want it. He pushes his jeans down a bit to release the long length of himself, and I take more of it in my hand. My fingers aren’t even close to wrapping around the whole thing. Cole is long, he’s thick, and he’s hard. And he wants me. Every moment that passes makes me wetter and wetter. I spread my legs for him.

  His fingers dance around the edges of my cunt, slipping through my juices. He pushes my hand away from his dick and I lean back on my hands, opening myself up even more.

  “I want to know what you’ve been doing with pussy of yours since I left,” he says.

  There’s no need to deny the truth here. No man has touched me, here or anywhere else since Cole left. He ruined me for anyone else—after Cole, there’s nowhere to go but down. No man could ever compete.

  As his fingers continue to glide along me, I lace my fingers through his.

  “A lot of this,” I say.

  “All alone?” he says. I nod yes. “What did you put in here?” He pushes his finger and mine into my cunt, and we both pump together, slowly.

  “Just my fingers,” I say.

  “Don’t lie to me, Jessa,” he says. “Nothing else?” Again, I shake my head not. “Have you been thinking of me?”

  “Yes,” I practically moan. Yes, I have, more than he knows. But right now all I want is more of him inside me. “Every night, Cole.”

  “You touch yourself when you think of me?”

  “Yes, of course.”

  “Keep showing me how you touch yourself,” he says. He sits back on his heels and puts his fingers, wet from my excitement, into his mouth. He pulls them out long and slow.

  “You do it better,” I say.

  He takes his dick in his hand and angles the tip toward me. I moan and slid down toward him. “Did you miss me?”

  “Yes, Cole. Every single day. Every night.” God, if he only knew how much. “Please, Cole. Let me have you. I need you.”

  He leans over me, crashing his mouth on top of mine and we take each other in. His dick is rocking over my pussy and I writhe my body trying to get it close to me, inside me where I need it.

  Cole pulls back and makes quick time of shucking his jeans. He sits up on his knees before me, stroking his long cock with the moonlight shining down on him.

  “God, Jessa,” he says, looking down at me. “I missed you so much, baby.”

  Just his words elicit another moan from me. I push my knees out as far as they’ll go. I reach my hands for him and tell him please, please take me.

  “Do anything you want to me,” I say. “You can have me.” He has no idea but I mean it in more ways than one.

  He takes his dick in his hand and forces it through my folds and into my pussy. I close my eyes and cry out. He slowly pumps into me, the hard ridges of his cock pushing on the walls of my swollen pussy, filling me up, pushing in deeper and deeper.

  I open my eyes and see him watching me. He pushes harder into me, making me scream out again. He slaps into me again, making my tits jiggle with the force. He’s holding me by my knees, pushed up almost to my chest, and he takes me again and again, giving me what I’ve been so desperate for these last three years.

  We watch each other, eyes deep into each other, and I could cry not just from the pleasure he’s giving me but his presence alone, being back here and with me. The way he’s looking at me I know he’s feeling it too—all those feelings that were brewing between us right before he decided to cut and run, get out of town. That Cole is still here, I can see it. I put my hands on top of his, still on my knees, guiding me, angling me the way he likes.

  He laces his fingers in mine, and just when I’m ready to hold on for dear life he lets go, his arms falling to either side of me. He buries his face in my neck like he did before, nipping at my neck and calling out my name.

  Every time he says it I want to come.

  He fucks me harder and faster, so hard he’s pushing my body back. He leans up on one elbow and holds me down with his other hand on my chest near my neck. He keeps fucking me and holding me down, watching me watch him as he slams into me again and again. He goes harder, and when his eyes squeeze shut I cry out and we come together, our bodies rocking. He pumps into me, and I can feel his come explode into me, making my whole body shiver in pure ecstasy.

  “Jesus Christ, Jessa,” he says. He rolls onto his back and move my head onto his shoulder. He easily wraps his arms around me and we lay there, looking up at the stars as our breathing slows. He kisses my forehead and I scoot my naked body closer into his. I take the slow moment to let my fingers skim over his body, feeling his skin and the hard muscles underneath.

  “You feel so good,” he says, his fingertips caressing my shoulder. I kiss his chest and then his neck.

  “Last time was right out here, with you,” I tell him.

  “Last time what?”

  I lightly slap his chest. “Last time I did this,” I say. I lay back on his shoulder and we gaze up at the stars together. They absolutely fill the dark sky, a million diamonds spread across the great expanse, twinkling down at us.

  “Have you really not been with anyone else?” Cole asks.

  Part of me is a bit embarrassed. It’s like I became a nun when he left town. Sure, I became a mom but I still had needs and desires of my own. Even though my sole focus became Lucy, my body still had needs. But I didn’t want anyone else. The one I wanted was gone.

  “Sadly, no,” I say. “Pretty pathetic, huh?” I picture the many, many women he’s surely been with since he left—and then quickly shake the thought from my head. It’s the last thing I want to see in this moment.

  “No one? Not even Ricky Bedford?”

  “Oh my god,” I laugh. “You have got to be kidding me.”

  “If I remember correctly, he was obsessed with you. Used to bring his poodle into the clinic just for a chance to see you.”

  “He did not, and Barney was a golden-doodle,” I say, laughing at the memory. “He was sweet.”

  “The guy or the dog?”

  “Both,” I say.

  “Sweet is boring,” Cole says.

  Maybe he’s a little bit right. The last thing that Ricky could be is passionate. I wanted someone to shake me to my core and really make me feel—in my body and my mind.

  “So tell me what’s happened in this town since I left. Anything new, or is it the same old boring shit?”

  My mind immediately flashes to Lucy—yeah, you could say a few things have changed since he left. But I can’t tell him about Lucy now. I desperately want to, but now is not the time and besides, I did try to contact him. That stupid email he ignored. I want to know why he did that, and why he’s really back. But instead, I decide to just want to enjoy the moment with him and this feeling like we have no cares but the pleasuring of each other. After all, who knows how long he’ll stick around this time?

  “You don’t have to be such a snob about Morningside Valley,” I tell him. “Look at this!” I sweep my hand across the stars in the sky. “You can’t get this in the city. There’s a lot of beau
ty here.”

  “True,” he says. “Most of which I’m holding in my arms right now.”

  I run my hand across his chest and hold on. God, he feels so good. Does time have to move forward? Can’t we stay here forever?

  But then…Lucy. My sweet girl. I wonder how he’d be with her. I would never want to guilt him into being a parent to a child he didn’t ask for, but God knows I’ve spent many nights fantasizing about him being a true father to her.

  His own mother died years ago from breast cancer, and all he had growing up was the farm he grew to despise, and his father, who Cole never spoke much about.

  “Hey, how’s your dad?” I decide to ask. Here in the beauty of the night, it seems like it’s okay to ask. But I can feel him stiffen immediately. I kiss his shoulder to show him that it’s okay.

  “My father’s going to ruin the one thing he has if it’s not careful.”

  “What do you mean?” I ask. “The farm?”

  “He drinks more than he works most days. I didn’t come home expecting anything to be better, but I sure as shit didn’t know it would be as bad as it’s getting. Jesus, just seeing him made me realize, once again, that getting out of here was the choice I ever made.”

  My heart cracks when he says that. He keeps saying things like that, and it’s hurtful.

  “You sure got out quick,” I say, testing the waters. Who knows, maybe he’ll bolt again, and now.

  He’s quiet for a moment. Then he says, “I just had to get free. Everything here was sucking my soul dry so I got out. There was nothing here for me.”

  “Nothing? Not even me?”

  I regret it the moment I say it. I can’t dig for compliments or force feelings from him, but he way as well have shoved a dagger into my heart.

  “Jessa…”

  The sound of my name on his lips sounds of disappointment. Moments ago it was filled with lust and hunger and want. Now it’s like he wants to get away from me—again.

  “I’m sorry,” I say. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”

  If I try to get close to him, he’ll just leave. I don’t know what I want from Cole Frost, but I do know that I want him here with me, even if only for a little while. Maybe tonight is all he’ll give me, and he’ll be gone again in the morning. After all, he left right after that night three years ago when I told him that I was falling for him. It was just like tonight, in the bed of his truck up on this ridge. It’s like it’s all happening again but the second time around feels even worse. A double rejection. The sting of it sends shivers over my skin.

  “You’re cold,” he says, running his hands on my arm.

  Part of me wants to burrow deeper into his arms but the logical part of me knows I should probably move away from him. Just then, I hear my phone pinging texts. I jump up to find it laying in the corner of the truck—it could be about Lucy.

  It’s a text from Avery saying Lucy has been fussy all night and, if it’s okay, Avery thinks it’s best if Lucy comes home to sleep in her own bed. I think she just needs Momma tonight, she writes, filling my heart up with love.

  “I need to get home,” I say. I start looking for my clothes. I screwed it all up again. Why couldn’t I have just enjoyed the moment? For a little bit, it was perfect.

  When we get back in the cab and Cole puts the truck in drive, it’s like he can’t get me home fast enough.

  Sure, I’m hurt, but as Cole speeds down the backcountry lanes to my house, I know I made the right decision in not telling him about Lucy. He can’t even have a conversation about anything deeper than the weather. He could never handle being a father to Lucy. He’d only break her heart like he’s so good at breaking mine, and there’s no way I can let that happen. The best thing for everyone is for Cole to never know about Lucy. It’s the only way.

  Cole

  I know that leaving Jessa is the best thing for Jessa. I can’t explain all my demons to her. I can’t keep treating her like I did tonight, using her body for my delight and then icing her out as I hold her in my arms afterward.

  She still fits so perfectly next to me. The body I knew from three years ago is now different. That was a teenager’s body, her eighteen-year-old self. Now she’s got the body of a woman. Curves in all the right places and somehow…still perfect.

  But I shouldn’t have her anymore. I’ll only hurt her again. I shouldn’t have let myself touch her tonight, but being in the same town as her drives me crazy with desire. She’s so good, and has such a simple easy life here, and I can’t corrupt her with my deviant ways and the drama of my loser father. Everything in Jessa’s life is good, and I want it to stay that way.

  Tonight was a nostalgic mind-fuck. Being with her in the back of the truck was just like before, only better. She could always drive me wild but tonight was more intense.

  She’s more beautiful than ever. How is that possible?

  Driving down these same roads in my same old truck gives me feelings of claustrophobia, like leaving was all a dream and I’m still stuck here working on my father’s farm. It was shitty enough having to go out there with the film crew earlier today. He mostly stood on the front porch and watched from a distance as they shot me in the fields. He held a coffee mug, and I know what was in it—cheap whiskey with maybe a splash of Coke. Doesn’t matter what time of day it is, it’s always time for a drink according to my old man.

  And if he looked like crap, the farm wasn’t fairing much better. Some of the fields were dried up, some were overgrown and unattended. I’m not sure how he’s making it work—he must be using what little money the few crops are making to hire help to run those plots of land.

  He used to be the biggest provider of corn and hay for the region, but now the fields have turned and I could only find one working tractor in the dilapidated barn. Luckily the film crew is a bunch of pros—they used tight shots to avoid showing how lousy the farm actually looks.

  None of this would’ve happened if I’d stayed to look after the place. I’m still plagued by guilt about the way I left, even though I know if I’d stayed I would likely be a drunken wreck just like my father.

  So I left.

  It all happened at once—my falling for Jessa, my father’s pleading to take control of the farm…and my leaving town.

  Jessa and I had been out that night. We’d gone to see a movie at the one-theater Cineplex, then grabbed ice cream at The Creamery. We strolled around town, my arm slung over her shoulder, and I remember thinking, That’s it. I’m falling for her. It didn’t happen in some sexy, heat of the moment circumstance. It was the most G-rated of moments. Eating ice cream together on a mostly-deserted country street.

  I knew I didn’t want to end up trapped in the country. At that moment, walking down the street with her, I didn’t know what I was going to do, but I was sure it was going to work out. That is, until I got home.

  My old man begged and pleaded. He’s always been a pretty pathetic guy but this was different, and he wasn’t even that drunk.

  “I can’t do it anymore,” he’d said. “I’ve been trying but it’s too much. Son, you have to take over. Not just helping either. I want to sign it all over to you. Officially. Legally.”

  “No,” I’d said instinctively. “I don’t want it.”

  “Cole, it’s your birthright,” he’d said.

  I laughed. “This is hardly an inheritance,” I’d said. “This is a punishment.”

  “Watch your mouth,” he’d said, and got that angry growl in his voice. “I worked my entire life to build this place, buying up the land plot by plot. I know I’m not doing a great job of keeping her running. That’s why had some help out here.”

  “You mean me,” I’d said. “That help has been me, working my ass off and not getting paid a cent.”

  “If you don’t like it you can get the hell out,” he’d said. “But look, now. I'm standing here saying, the farm should be yours. I want it to be yours. I’m too old and too sick to run it anymore. It’s time to pass the torch. Now man
up and take it.”

  “Jesus, if that’s your way of giving this great gift of a run-down farm…” I shook my head, anger racing through my blood. “I don’t want any of this. Don’t you get it? I never wanted it.”

  “It’s your responsibility!” he’d yelled back.

  I’d started to feel the closeness of the old walls closing in on me. First, he acted like he was doing me some honor by handing over the keys, and then he acted like I was some shit son if I didn’t take it.

  I went to my room and grabbed a duffle bag from the floor of my closet.

  “You pack that bag,” the old man had yelled, following me, “don’t plan on coming back. If you can’t help out family then you’re more worthless than I thought!”

  I stuffed the bag full of random clothes, brushed past him, and left for good.

  Then I went straight to Jessa’s, and begged her to come with me. She turned me down.

  And so I left. I left her and I didn’t look back. At least, I tried to never let Jessa know just how much I was looking back, because I knew that it was better if we made a clean break.

  Yet here I am, in town once more, distracted by constant thoughts of Jessa, needing her like a drug all over again….

  I get back to my hotel room and try to focus on work. The company keeps running at full speed even when I’m not there, and I have over a hundred unread emails that I need to respond to ASAP including a new design for a waterproof hiking jacket, a two-person tent that fits in a backpack, and some sunglasses that keep the sweat from dripping in the eyes. It’s all really cool stuff—if only I had time to really use all of it instead of just producing it. You don’t get to the status I achieved by going on vacations every few weeks.

  I flip through the files Melissa left for me at the front desk, a folder of photos from when I was younger and just starting Peak Expedition. I know she and Silvio are flying out tomorrow to interview people who worked with Charles Samson back in the day, who was the one to first see my talent.