Page 79 of Nanny for the Single Dad Cowboy
My free hand trails up her torso and cups her breast. My mouth doesn’t leave her clit the whole time.
“Jace!!” she screams as she comes, her thighs holding me in place as her legs shake on my shoulders.
I can’t move, so I wait for her to ride out her orgasm, and a second later she loosens her hold on my head. Her stomach is still quivering from her orgasm as I set her legs down and kiss my way up her stomach, to her boobs, before finally finding her mouth.
Getting to my feet, I help her up as well and hoist her up to wrap her legs around my waist.
“You’re wounded,” she protests.
“I’m fine,” I groan, the pleasure I’m feeling canceling the pain in my shoulders.
Reaching between us, I fist my cock, aligning myself with her pussy before sliding in, in one swift motion. We moan simultaneously as I sink all the way to the hilt. Lowering my head, I wrap my mouth around one of her nipples, my hands going to her ass to bounce her off and on my cock.
The sound of our wet skin slapping against each other in the shower echoes in the cubicle, muffled by the sound of running water.
Steam swirls around us, thick and warm, a small world apart from everything else. I pull her close, feeling her press againstme, and for a moment, everything else disappears. The fear, the adrenaline from the mission, the tension of the last few days—it all melts away under her hands and the way her eyes search mine, full of trust and desire.
Her nails rake gently down my back, and I grab her face, deepening the kiss, tasting the relief, the love, the pure heat of desire that’s been building for weeks.
“Jace…” she murmurs, breathless, her voice soft but full of need.
I smile, brushing her hair back from her damp face, and press my forehead to hers. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
Her lips find mine, soft at first, then more urgent, and I let the heat between us take over. Every touch, every kiss, every lingering caress carries the weight of everything we’ve survived together. I feel her close, all of her attention on me, and I lose myself in the moment, savoring the closeness, the safety, the love.
We move together under the spray of water, careful and yet insistent, hands tracing familiar lines, memorizing each other again after the chaos. Every sigh, every whispered name, every heartbeat pounding in sync makes it clear: we belong here, together, in this moment.
“Baby, I need you to come with me,” I demand, wrapping my hand around her neck and pulling her down for a kiss.
“I’m with you,” she moans.
I feel her pussy walls tightening around my cock, and I know she is right there with me.
When we finally part, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together, I can’t help but laugh quietly, the sound rough with tension and joy.
“You’re impossible,” she murmurs.
“Yeah,” I smirk, brushing her wet hair from her face. “But you love it.”
I pull her close again, pressing one last, lingering kiss to her lips before letting the water wash over us, letting the world outside wait while we reclaim the night together.
Later, after we’re done washing each other, steam still hangs thick in the bathroom as I tow Tessa over to the counter, settling on the stool. I can feel the warmth of her body against mine, the lingering heat from our shower making my chest tighten in all the right ways.
“You’re going to make me sit for this?” I joke, trying to mask the slight ache from the graze.
She rolls her eyes but smiles, pulling a clean cloth and antiseptic from the cabinet. “Yes. You’re not leaving until I make sure this is properly cleaned.”
I let her work; the cool antiseptic stings a little against my skin, but I barely notice. I’m watching her, tracing the lines of her face in my mind, the way her brows furrow slightly whenshe concentrates, the curve of her lips when she smirks at my complaints.
“Daisy said something today,” she begins softly, dabbing at my shoulder. “She… she told me she loves me and wants me to be her new mom.”
I pause, letting her words sink in. Heat rises to my chest, a fierce, protective pride. My little girl, beating me at my own game. I can’t even be mad. “That’s how I’ve been feeling too,” I admit quietly, voice low. “I’ve been thinking about you… about us… about all of this. I want you here. With me. With Daisy.”
Her eyes widen slightly, and she bites her lip, looking away for a moment before meeting my gaze again. “You really mean that?”
I nod, reaching to tuck a strand of damp hair behind her ear. “Every word. I want you here. For good. With me.”
Her smile blooms, full and unrestrained, and my chest tightens again. “Then I’ll stay,” she whispers, voice thick with emotion. “Iron Stallion, you, Daisy, and the rest of the family have all grown on me. I feel safe here. With you. With Daisy. With all of you.”
