Page 24 of Cross My Heart
Lanie swirls them around, and Sara is belly laughing. Tate seems like the little boy he used to be. Happy, smiling, and carefree. My heart hurts for him. I lean against the doorframe and watch Lanie shimmy her ass in time to the music, and fuck, if all the blood in my body doesn’t rush south.
As the song ends, Tate spots me and gives me a wide grin and a little wave. Lanie twirls around to follow his line of sight, still slightly dancing—if you can call it dancing. She stops short, right leg lifted somewhat with the whisk to her mouth.Ha, this time I caught her with her mouth hanging open.
I take quick steps towards her. With my fingers on her chin, I close her mouth with a massive grin on my face, “Morning, Lanie.”
She swallows visibly, looking embarrassed to have been caught in her version of a dance-off.Then she scans me from head to toe. I realize I’m not wearing a shirt or pants. In one horrifying moment, the situation becomes clear. I am standing a foot away from her in nothing but black boxer briefs and a raging hard-on.Jesus.
Now it’s her turn to smirk. There is no way she didn’t notice.Lanie stares at my junk for just a minute too long to be polite.
“Morning, Dex.” She says it with a laugh to her voice. “Ah, it looks like you’re having a hard morning,” she winks at me, and I involuntarily groan. “We were letting you sleep because Tate thought you were tired. Breakfast is almost ready. Why don’t you go, ah…get dressed? Then you can join us? Tate made pancakes and bacon!”
“Yeah. Sorry, I’m not used to someone else getting up with the kids. I thought I overslept. I panicked a little and just ran down here,” I explain, and she gives me a dimpled grin.
“It’s fine. Hurry up before the food gets cold,” she yells over her shoulder.
I look down at Harper then grab Lanie’s arm gently to turn her sideways so I can see Sara, who looks up at me with a chubby fist in her mouth and giggles. I then notice Lanie’s back is soaked, Sara must have been drooling all over her for quite some time. I rub Sara’s cheek and laugh.
At least I’m not the only one drooling over the new nanny. I turn and head back to my room for a quick shower. Upstairs, I’m still hard as a fucking rock. Climbing into the shower, I set it as cold as I can handle it.No matter what I try to conjure up, my mind keeps wandering to Lanie. Her tempting round ass, her perfect sassy lips, and tits I want to suck. Fuck it. I give up and grab body wash in my hand and roughly rub it all over my cock. I close my eyes and brace myself against the tiled wall with one hand. Then I start to stroke, harder and faster while a montage of Lanie runs through my mind like a movie.
Lanie dancing, those long, lean legs that were swaying side to side. I stroke faster. Her smart mouth, I can’t help but imagine devouring. Faster. Her god damn fingers closing my mouth, and I picture them on my cock. I feel my balls pull up and my spine stiffen as I shoot my load all over the shower.
What. The. Fuck.
I am panting and doubled over, I haven’t come that hard in years. Leaning against the shower door, I try to catch my breath. When I come to my senses, I smile and think about her smart mouth asking if I’ve had a hard morning. She thought she got the upper hand, and I admit, she did have me off balance for a while. But two can play at this game and fuck me if I give a shit that it could all blow up in my face.
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I took longerthan I had planned to get back downstairs. I had to have my wits about me before dealing with Lanie again. By the time I return to the kitchen, she and the kids have finished eating.
“We made a plate for you. It’s in the warming drawer.” Lanie says, never looking up.
I take the plate and turn off the oven. Sitting at the table, I watch as Lanie plays a board game with Tate, still wearing the girls. Her hair is in some sort of messy bun on top of her head. She looks like there is pancake-batter on the side of her face and she is most definitely wearing a ton of flour. Still, she is beautiful. I smile to myself and tuck into my food, trying to eat quickly.As I finish and am in the process of putting my dishes in the dishwasher, I hear Lanie come up behind me with Tate and the girls.
“Lanie,” I say by way of greeting, “I’ll finish getting everyone ready so you can shower and get ready before we have to leave.”
I turn to Tate, who is smiling broadly. “Hey, buddy, it’s time to get ready for school. What do you want for lunch today?”
He raises his head to stare at Lanie.
“It’s alright, buddy, we can save this game for after school. I’ll leave it right here all set up for when you get back…I’ll even make sure your dad doesn’t peek and try to cheat,” She stage whispers with a smile and a wink.
Before Ican stop myself, I take a step closer to her and lower my voice. “Oh, Lanie, I’ve never been a cheater, but when I decide I want something, I don’t let up until it's mine.”
Realizing Tate is still watching us, I take a step back. “Okay, bud, what about lunch?” He gives me a grave look and then glances at Lanie.
Shit, what is he thinking?
“It’s alright,” Lanie tells me, “I’ve already made his lunch. Tate-o-nator, why don’t you get dressed and brush your teeth? I’m excited to see your school today.”
He gives her a smile and heads to the hallway.I turn to Lanie and see her regarding me with something I can’t quite place.
“Sorry, you had such ahardmorning, Dex.” She puts extra emphasis on the word hard. I can see the humor in her eyes. The expression I couldn’t place? Mischief, pure trouble. “I hope my presence here isn’t putting you in ahardplace,” she says it innocently enough but then laughs. “I told you not to fall for me. I haven’t been here for 24 hours, and it already seems like this could become quite astickysituation.”
She smirks and turns her back to me.
Does she know I was jerking off in the shower?With the hard-on I had, I’m sure there is no doubt what I was doing. Somehow, that turns me on even more. I know I shouldn’t engage, but she did say she will only be here a year, right? Living in my house. Sharing a wall with me. It is most definitely the worst idea in the history of bad ideas. Still, I can’t help myself. I’m drawn to her in a way I can’t explain. I decide to shoot myself in the foot and go for it.
“Lanie, Lanie, Lanie,” I say, stalking her slowly. “A little flirting could make this year a hell of a lot of fun.”Or I could end up with the world's worst case of blue balls,I think to myself.Either way, at some point this morning, I’ve already decided I don’t give a fuck. I want her. Finally, admitting that to myself, I walk over to her.“However, the only sticky situation was in my shower ten minutes ago, and I can promise you, I won’t be falling in love with you. My heart is on permanent lockdown. I can’t help it if my cock has other plans.”
