Page 62 of Nanny for the Cowboy

“Ugh!” She lets out a sharp cry, and I release the headboard to muffle her with my palm.

“Ah-ah, darlin’. You need to stay quiet for me.” She grinds against me, rubbing the sensitive bud at the tip of her slit against my pelvis before biting playfully on my hand. “Bite all you want, Lucky. It ain’t going to stop me from claiming every inch of your pussy.”

She bites alright, but it’s pointed, and the pain lights through my spine, only heightening the pleasure. We lock stares, zeroed in on each other as I fuck her hard, a pointed rhythm making the most of every thrust.

The tell-tale burn of a release creeps through me, and I know it’s coming for Clover, too, when her eyes roll back, her legs squeezing me like a vice.

“That’s it, darlin’. Come for me.”

I move quicker but don’t lose any power, and Clover clamps down around my shaft as the release drills through her like a bolt of lightning. The pulsing around my cock is more than enough to send me over the edge as well, and I lose myself, groaning low as I empty myself into Clover.

Our orgasms seem to last several minutes, and then Clover and I are slowing down and catching our breath.

I’m not sure how much time passes after that. We lay there, our foreheads touching, and I just bask in the way it feels to be connected to Clover like this.

Neither of us speaks, and after a while, I let go of her leg. Clover groans, her hip likely sore, and as we both get comfortable on the bed, she tucks herself against me.

Wrapping my arm around her, I settle in, exhaustion draping over me like a weighted blanket. I close my eyes as I bury my face in her hair, Clover’s small form curled against my front.

And slowly, gently, we fall asleep, holding each other. As consciousness fades, there’s a moment where my logical brain wants to scream at me, but I ignore it, focusing on the smell of Clover’s hair and how good she feels in my arms.

TWENTY-TWO

Brooks

Sunlight hits my face, and I groan, annoyed by the bright light that has the gall to interrupt the best sleep I’ve had in ages. But then I remember where I am.

Sure, I’m in my bed. That part is typical, but it’s who I’m with and how I feel that’s decidedly new.

Clover is in bed with me, and we’re both naked from the previous evening’s…encounter.

When I roll over to face her, Clover is already awake, and she smiles, smoothing a hand down my cheek.

“Hi.”

I smile, putting my hand on top of hers. “Hi.”

More and more of my brain comes online, and I furrow my brow as I stare at Clover, the morning light bouncing off those lovely curls of hers.

“Have you been watching me sleep?”

She chuckles. “Only for a minute or two. You look so…peaceful.”

Leaning up onto my elbow, I pull Clover in for a kiss, focusing entirely on the way her lips feel against mine.

But then reality hits.

I’m in bed with Clover. I’ve just slept with my nanny—with my best friend’s daughter. Fucking hell.

I pull back, and as soon as Clover meets my eyes, she can tell something is up.

“Are you…” She doesn’t finish, dropping her stare and swallowing hard before leaning away. “Right. Shit. I guess…yeah, this was…”

The disappointment on her face is so painfully clear, and as much as I’m thinking about how we shouldn’t have ever done this, I can’t say I regret it either.

Reaching out, I take Clover’s cheek, lifting her chin so that she looks at me.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel…ugh,” I sigh, a half-hearted chuckle slipping out. “Real way with words, huh? I apologize. I’m just a little…surprised, I guess. I’ll admit I didn’t think this was ever going to actually happen.”

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