Page 42 of Nanny for the Firefighters

Her food is fantastic. The chicken melts against my tongue, the sauce thick and creamy and packed with traditional Indian flavors. It's too easy to pack in seconds, and the guys do the same. Marcus takes a third as the rest of us finish off the last bottle of open wine.

Ethan is doing his best to make Ella blush, and as she stares him down across the table, I gather my plate and the serving bowl from the center. It prompts Ella to stand and do the same, reaching for Marcus's plate beside hers. He bats her hand away and stands. Will and Ethan follow.

Ella washes, and I dry. Marcus packs up the leftovers. Will wipes off the table, and Ethan disappears. If I didn't know better, I'd say he's plotting something that the four of us have in mind for Ella. The way she bites her lip at me tells me she's been thinking the same thing. When her hands are submerged in the suds and mine are empty, I slide closer, sinking my fingers into the taut muscles at the base of her skull.

Her head drops back a little, and her soft moan makes my blood pump harder. "You did really well today. I'm impressed."

She opens one eye to shoot me a teasing glare, but she must see how sincere I am. It's not that I didn't think she could do it. It's that she continues to show us just how competent she is. How she's one of the best people I've ever met. Besides my brothers.

I give her another squeeze before we return to finishing the dishes. After a few minutes, she turns and steals my towel to dry her hands, and then I have her pressed close between me and the counter beside the sink. Her touch crawls up my chest, and I drop a soft but hungry kiss across her mouth.

Ella perfectly opens to me, and she tastes like wine. I sink my hand back into her hair and kiss her harder. Soft noises vibrate against my tongue, and she lifts her knee over my hip. I lift and set her on the edge. I fit perfectly between her thighs and groan weakly at how hot she feels even through her skirt.

I'm selfish, and I take this moment for myself, keeping her trapped until I'm done with her. Grinding us together makes my cock throb with the need to disappear inside her. Ella grabs at my fly with the same kind of eagerness. When her fingers wrap around my length, I thrust into her grip with a groan, and she breaks our kiss to watch how her hand glides up and down my shaft, her thumb running circles over my head with each stroke to spread the precum down my flesh.

Gathering her bright red skirt, I finally have access to her skin, running my thumb and pinky over either side of her deliciously nutty brown skin.

"Are you ready for a long night?" I ask, giving her my sly smile. The one I have before every adventure.

She purses her lips as she peers up through her lashes at me. I lean in to kiss her again, once, twice, before I pull back and let her answer.

"If we have a repeat of last time, I'll be more than happy."

Ella squeezes me, and I draw my thumbs up to the apex of her thighs, spreading her open and testing how wet she is. Fuck, she could take me now without much coaxing. My fingers dip in to spread her moisture evenly and I take myself from her grip.

Tipping her head back, she silently asks me for a kiss. I give her one as I push into her, thrusting lightly until I'm mostly seated, tapping her cervix and hearing her small whimpers. I press against her clit and feel her flutter around me.

"Fuck," I whisper against her mouth, knowing I don't have much longer until I will really need to share. Marcus shifts behind me, but he's given me a few extra seconds, and I'm going to take advantage of them.

With a hard swing of my hips, I give Ella a few full thrusts that finally sink me balls-deep in her sweet honey pot. Pressing harder on her clit, I'm determined to make her come hard and fast. She responds perfectly. Knees riding up, legs shaking, toes curling, she holds onto my shoulders. Her teeth bite into my bottom lip as she stifles her cries.

With her core strangling my cock, Ella shatters, pulsing and bucking in an attempt to keep me inside her. I give her exactly what she asks for, grinding my pelvic bone against her throbbing core and holding her against me.

Sex with Ella is everything I've ever wanted.

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ELLA

I've been burning for another night with all four boys. My body clamps down on Theo as he grinds against me, and I can't stop shaking. A new hand travels down my back, and I'm in the air again, back propped against Marcus's chest. His musky soap, motor oil, and the faintest whiff of smoke make up his unique scent.

Heat burns up my skin as he nibbles my ear, and the bulging fly of Marcus's uniform pants presses between my cheeks. Theo takes a few quick thrusts that make me squirm with sensitive pleasure and restart my need.

"You are amazing, Ella." Marcus nuzzles my scalp, and a callused hand slides under my shirt to palm my breast through the thin material of my bra. I squirm between them, scraping the head of Theo's cock against a spot that makes me moan low. Marcus repeats himself, "Absolutely amazing."

He unzips and drags his head across my taint, gathering the moisture from my orgasm to coat him. "Are you ready for more?"

I gasp as he presses into my ass lightly, testing my openness. "Yes. Use the coconut oil on the counter." Because we don't have any lube nearby. Although I did buy a personal bottle after the last time. It's stashed in my room, and that's too far away.

He only has to reach to find it, left out from dinner. The jar clatters on the marble countertop. Seconds later, two fingers dripping in coconut oil smear across my back entrance, pushing past that tight ring. My insides flutter, and Theo moans against my collarbones. When my hand sinks into his hair, he bends to take my breast in his mouth through my shirt. It pinches into a tight bud, and I want more. So much more.

I'll get it all, but I'm impatient for it, that deep pleasure that can go on and on until everyone is bone-deep exhausted from being so satisfied.

Will appears, helping to lift my shirt overhead and keeping me steady as I release my hold on Theo. Deep, sensitive eyes trace the line of my bra strap before Will traces it with the tip of a lone finger. Slowly, he pulls it from my shoulder and follows the same path across my skin, making me shiver.

I'm overwhelmed with sensation, Theo lightly thrusting in my core, Marcus roughly opening my ass with his fingers, Will's gentle touch down the side of my breast as he reaches under the fabric to cup me, squeeze down to my nipple, pinch and roll. Every piece of my body radiates how much I want these men, and they all groan simultaneously.

Marcus's fingers disappear, replaced with his thick shaft. This time, he inches in without much fight—other than how I try to grab onto him once I have a big enough piece of him inside. His thrusts are measured, finding pace with Theo as he can finally afford more movement.

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