The Woodsman's Nanny - A Single Daddy Romance

by Emerson Rose

  My first orgasm is fast and hard coming from out of nowhere ripping through me like a wildfire. I wish I could have had more time to enjoy the build-up, but I’m not complaining, it was out-of-this-world incredible.

  Before I’ve had time to properly come down from the high, he flips me over and unzips my dress exposing me completely. He hovers over me and kisses the back of my neck all the way down my spine touching me everywhere as he goes.

  “Scoot into the center of the bed,” he orders gently, and I do leaving my dress behind. I hear the swoosh of his pants falling to the floor, and the mattress dips when he crawls up over me. “Is there anything you’re opposed to, Olivia?”

  I’m not sure what exactly he’s asking, but at the moment I can’t think of a single thing I wouldn’t let this man do to me. “No.”

  “You’re sure?”

  “I think so.” I’m in the bedroom of a man I’ve only known for a week lying flat on my stomach in the middle of a king-size bed totally vulnerable. I should be more reserved, careful, and vigilant. Why does he make me so reckless?

  “That’s not a definitive answer.”

  “I’m not sure what you’re asking.”

  He rolls me over and kisses me. I taste myself on my lips for the first time in my life. I’ve only been with a few men, and most were brief encounters like Trevon last week. I had one longish relationship for five months in college. None of them made me feel like Alex does, and none of them were adventurous in bed.

  “You’re young, Olivia. Are you inexperienced as well?” he asks looking deep into my eyes. He lowers himself on top of me allowing me to feel some of his weight and all of his thick cock pressing against my belly.

  The question makes me bristle, and he feels my tension. “Don’t be upset with me for asking. I want this night to exceed any and all expectations for you. I don’t want you to feel pressured or uncomfortable.”

  “I wasn’t uncomfortable until you asked me how experienced I am in bed, Alex. I’ve been with a few guys, nothing serious, just regular sex. Is that what you want to know?”

  “You’re angry. Let me start over.” He kisses me, and I resist at first, but just like the other times he’s kissed me, it’s useless. He is undeniable and powerful and talented beyond my imagination. The things he can do with his tongue, the tips of his fingers, his breath. He makes me wonder if this is how sex is supposed to be, and I’ve been missing out all these years, or is he that much better at it than most men. I think it’s the latter.

  In the dim light of the room, I watch his muscles flex when he moves over me until he is again between my legs, and my eyes roll back into my head. He makes good on his promise to make me come over and over much to my surprise. After orgasm number three or four, I can’t keep track. I start to feel guilty for being the only one on the receiving end of so much pleasure. I try to move him off of me, but his fingers are inside of me, and his tongue is circling my clit bringing me back to the cliff of Mount Orgasm again, and I lose control of my limbs and come violently.

  “Alex, stop, please let me take care of you. I can’t take anymore, it’s too much,” I whimper when I’ve come down enough to speak again.

  “I love making you come. You’re so beautiful when you let me have control.”

  “I need a break, I’ve never…”

  He scoots up onto his knees and slides me forward so that my legs are around his waist, and he’s holding me slanted on his lap. “Never what?”

  “I’ve never come that many times. I didn’t think it would happen.” He smiles a triumphant smile.

  “And I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

  Oh God, what have I gotten myself into? Is there such a thing as pleasure overload? If there is, I’m sure this is it.

  He massages my sensitive, swollen clit with his thumb until amazingly, I am on the verge again, and then he stops. I look at him with question and a little relief, and he cocks his head to the side.

  “Turn over,” he says, and my belly flops. I do as he asks, and he positions me ass up, face down. Like a man on a mission, he starts back in licking and sucking parts of me that have never been touched by a man’s mouth. “Oh my God,” I moan into the mattress when he hits the pucker of my ass with his mouth. I take hold of the comforter on both sides of me and pull it inward when I come again.

  I feel like I’m flying and falling at the same time. How can my body keep doing this? Why didn’t I know it was possible? Where has Alex been all my life?

  He kisses me on each butt cheek and flips me over onto my back. “Doing okay?” he asks massaging one of my feet.

  “I uh, yeah, I mean, my God,” I stutter.

  “Mmm, you’re so responsive, Olivia. I could do this all night, and I don’t think you’d ever stop coming. You’re amazing.”

  I’m amazing? If anybody’s amazing here, it’s him. He chuckles, and I frown. “What are you laughing about?”

  “The look on your gorgeous face.”

  “It’s amusing?”

  “It’s panicked. I promise not to push you too far. Trust me, sweet girl.”

  Something inside of me shifts when he uses that pet name, and I find myself trusting him. “I do. I trust you.”

  “I’m glad because I think I’m becoming addicted to you.” He switches to my other foot massaging it until every single muscle in my body is relaxed. When he is finished, he rises up over me and reaches into his nightstand for a condom.

  I rejoice doing a little dance in my head, grateful for the change of pace. Certainly, he can’t make me come as often and as hard without his skilled tongue, can’t he?

  I watch him roll the condom on and wonder how many women have had the Alex Wolfe experience in this very bed. When he catches my eyes, I shove all thoughts of other women aside unwilling to let jealousy steal what’s about to happen between us.

  His thick cock brushes against my swollen sex when he bends to suck on my pebbled nipple. I arch toward him and wrap my arms around his narrow hips encouraging him closer.

  “Let me set the pace tonight, next time you can lead, all right?” I nod my head and submit to him, giving myself over for him to do as he pleases because why on earth wouldn’t I?

  His hot kisses cover every inch of my body like he’s educating himself, learning what makes me tick, what makes me cry out, and what makes me pant with want. I’m ready for him, readier than I’ve ever been for anything in my life when he finally thrusts into me with a force unmatched by any other before him.

  If I hadn’t been so incredibly primed, he would have hurt me, I’m sure. He knows what he’s doing. I will never doubt or complain about the method to his madness again.

  He slides my legs up onto his shoulders and works me on his cock like pleasing me will save his life. In and out, his thrusts build a beautifully amazing orgasm that explodes through me on a twist of his hips. I claw at his arms and scream his name as he follows me pushing in one last time with a roar and a shudder.

  I love his face when he lets go, the tortured ecstasy of his tight muscles and passion-filled eyes make me feel powerful and seductive. I thought when he came, we would collapse in a slick musky post-sex tangling of limbs, but I want more. It’s all I can think about, the next hit, the next orgasm, the next way I can put that expression back on his face.

  Now I know how he felt about wanting to make me come over and over all night long. I want to do that for him, too.

  “Olivia, my God, you’re amazing. I want you again already.” He pushes into me still semi-hard and kisses my forehead. “Bathe with me.”

  “Okay.” He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I’m hooked on him. I’d follow him out into the snow and do it on top of the limo if he wanted to. I feel crazy, wild, and free with him like I am suddenly the sexiest woman on earth. I’ve never felt that way about myself. I’ve just experienced so many firsts and all within two hours of the new year, which is, in and of itself, another first.

  In his enormous ensuite bathroom, he dra
ws a bath, and we soak together, my back to his front. His hands glide over my skin washing and exploring while I close my eyes and dissolve under his touch. “Do we have to get out of the tub?” I mumble.

  “We don’t have to do anything. I’ll keep adding hot water until you’re pruney if you like.”

  “Pruney, ew, no thank you. This feels good, though. I wish it didn’t have to end.”

  “There are a million other ways to feel good, sweet girl. I’ll show you.”

  “After the past two hours, I’m inclined to believe you.”

  “We need to rest first, and eat, and rest and then more feel goods. Do you have plans for tomorrow?”

  “I think you just listed them.”

  “Mmm, good. Let’s get out then, and we can sleep for a few hours, have breakfast, and see what the new year brings us.”

  “I love that idea.”

  He kisses the back of my head and slides me around to straddle him in the water. “This has been the best New Year’s Eve I’ve had in… well, in forever. Thank you again for coming.”

  “And coming and coming and coming.” I smile a weary you’ve worn me the hell out smile. He also smiles and kisses me deeply, his cock growing thick between us again. I had no idea a man could be so virile. I honestly believe he could keep doing this all night without so much as a five-minute pause between orgasms.

  I take him in my hand and stroke him from root to tip while cupping his balls in the other hand. His pale blue eyes speak volumes, first telling me what feels best, and then how thankful he is for my presence. When he’s close, he raises up allowing me more access until he grips my hips painfully and comes in my hands with a long slow moan.

  The sight of him coming is erotic. His perfectly toned body arching upward will forever be etched in my mind. He pulls me against him and rubs my back bringing the lukewarm water up with his hands to help warm me.

  When a shiver runs up my spine, he places my hands around his neck and stands with me clinging to his perfect wet body. He steps out of the oversized claw-foot tub and sits me on a cushioned stool at the end of the tub. I appreciate the view when I watch him walk to the end of the vanity to get two bath sheets from a warmer.

  I reach for the towel, but he shakes his head. “I’ve got you,” he says drying my body and then squeezing the water from my hair before wrapping me in the towel. I sit and wait while he dries himself and carries me to bed spooning behind me in the huge bed.

  I don’t sleep well in strange places, but sleeping in Alex’s arms doesn’t feel strange at all, and sleep steals me away before I can say good night.

  12

  When I open my eyes, I hear Alex’s voice talking quietly in the bathroom. I stretch and feel the sweet soreness of the best sex I’ve ever had. My stomach growls, and I remember he mentioned something about breakfast in the morning followed by more sex. I can hardly wait for both.

  I roll over in the bed and listen to his half of the conversation. I don’t mean to eavesdrop. I can’t help it, the door is open, and he sounds upset.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about. There must be some kind of mistake,” he says, and then he is quiet for a long time listening to the person on the other end of the line. “I don’t care what the letter says, it’s not true. I’ll be there in half an hour to straighten this out. Is she okay? I mean for now?”

  He listens for a minute and says goodbye. I pull the covers up over my shoulder and wait for him to come and tell me it’s time to go home. The old house is drafty and putting my party dress back on is the last thing I want to do at six o’clock in the morning on New Year’s Day.

  Maybe I should close my eyes and pretend to be sleeping? No, then I wouldn’t find out what’s going on and where he’s going. I’ll have to suck it up. He walks into the room wearing a pair of worn jeans that hang low on his hips showing off the sexy V that I traced with my tongue last night.

  “I’m sorry if I woke you.”

  “You didn’t, my body’s internal clock has a nasty habit of waking me up at six o’clock no matter what.”

  “I have bad news. Lilly is in the hospital, and she still has me listed as next of kin. The only family she has in the U.S. is a grandmother on the East Coast, and she’s in a nursing home.”

  “What’s wrong with her?” I ask sitting up holding the sheet around my breasts.

  “I’m not sure. They were vague, but she’s very sick, and they need someone to sign some papers. Will you stay here until I get back?”

  “What will I do?”

  “Go back to sleep, shower, and play with the dogs. Have breakfast. Whatever you feel like doing is fine with me, but I’d rather you not leave.”

  “I’d rather me not leave, too.” A relieved smile spreads across his face, and he crawls across the bed to kiss me long and hard.

  When he finally pulls away, he holds my face in his hands sitting on his knees in front of me. “Will that hold you until I return? If not, I’d be happy to make you come once or twice before I go.” He looks hopeful, almost like he wishes I’d enable him in his procrastination. I can’t keep him from a sick friend in the hospital, even if it is his ex-girlfriend who is still head over heels in love with him.

  “That will hold me. Go find out what’s going on with Lilly.”

  He narrows his eyes as if he’s not sure he should believe me. “I’m serious, please, go. I promise to be here when you get back.”

  The crease between his eyes relaxes, and he presses a quick minty-fresh kiss on my lips before backing off the bed to finish dressing. I lie back down and snuggle into the sheets that smell of fabric softener, his cologne, my perfume, and sex. I breathe in the scent and wonder if there is a way to bottle it. If it were possible, I’d use it as an air freshener at home.

  “Your phone is on the end table. There are clothes in the closet on the right side next to my suits, and I’ll text you a map of the house, so you don’t get lost.”

  “Thank you, I’ll probably just stay here, though. I don’t want to do the walk of shame in front of all your staff in my gown from last night.”

  “You don’t have to. The clothes in my closet are casual, jeans, sweaters. You should be comfortable. The drawer under the clothes is stocked with anything else you might need.”

  “Whose clothes are these?” If he thinks I’m going to wear Lilly’s things, he has another thing coming. I’d rather walk home in the snow in my dress.

  “They’re yours,” he says buttoning up his shirt.

  “Alex, we just met. I’ve hardly had time to require a drawer at your place let alone an extra set of clothes.”

  He sighs deeply and continues to dress. “I like to be prepared for everything, and when I say everything, I mean, everything. I checked with your groomer at the shop and asked for your sizes, and I bought you something to wear home today in the event you decided to stay, or we had inclement weather that kept you from leaving. It’s a thing with me, preparedness. I can’t help myself.”

  I run my fingers through my hair on one side and consider this information. Is it odd or mature or presumptuous for him to think I would spend the night? I’ve never been that on top of things, so I can’t say for sure I understand how he feels. I mean, I don’t like to run out of shampoo, so I have a back stock of six bottles, but I don’t think I’d go so far as to purchase a man clothes for the day after our first date.

  “I realize it seems presumptuous, but I assure you it’s more OCD than anything. Take it for what it is, comfortable clothes for you to wear while I’m gone. Don’t overthink it. I’ll be back as soon as possible. If you need anything, you have my number. Don’t hesitate to call.”

  How could I forget that I have his number? He pickpocketed my phone to put it there. “All right, I promise to hang around until you get back, but I can’t spend the night again. I have to work tomorrow, and I start very early.”

  “Of course, I understand, I do as well. Make yourself at home, I’ll see you soon.” He walks to th
e edge of the bed and nuzzles his nose into my neck breathing in my scent and kissing me behind my ear.

  “I can’t wait to get back to this.”

  “You’ll never get back if you don’t leave. Go on now.”

  “I’ll call and keep you updated.

  “Thank you.” He turns to leave, and I watch his perfect backside walk away while appreciating the view. When he’s gone, I flop back against the pillows and blow out a big breath. I’d be more excited about exploring a haunted mansion if it weren’t under these circumstances.

  I can’t help but imagine several dozen reasons why Lilly could be in the hospital. I think he would have said if she’d been an accident, and she didn’t look sick when I saw her just a few days ago. Maybe she has something chronic? But why would they need him to come to the hospital? I can’t sit around guessing reasons all day long. I’ll drive myself crazy if I do.

  Suddenly, I’m overcome by fatigue. We only slept three hours last night, Alex even less since he was up before me. I roll over in the tangled sheets and use Alex’s pillow as a pathetic substitute for him.

  The world falls away, and the next time I open my eyes, my phone says it’s almost noon. He’s been gone for a long time. Maybe he’s back and didn’t want to wake me? I stretch my sore muscles and roll out of bed heading to the bathroom to shower and dress.

  The warm water does wonders for my muscles as well as the ibuprofen Alex left on the bathroom counter for me along with a new toothbrush. His interest in being prepared seems a little over the top. How does someone get that way? What happened in his life to make him so uncomfortable with the unknown?

  I mull that over while I choose a pair of jeans and a sweater from his closet. There must be a dozen outfits all in my size to choose from. I can’t help but feel like I’m raiding someone’s closet, but the tags are still on the incredibly overpriced clothes.