Page 29 of Military Daddies' Nanny

I wake up the next morning feeling restless and unsettled, my body still humming with arousal from Carlos' heated kisses and Nathan's filthy proposition from the night before.

Sprawled on top of my rumpled sheets, I stare sightlessly up at the ceiling as memories of our charged encounter in the kitchen come flooding back in vivid detail.

The rough press of Carlos' muscular body pinning me against the wall. The scorching slide of his wicked tongue against mine. Nathan's low, gravelly voice asking if I'd want them both at once…

A tremor races through me, setting my nerve endings alight. The ache between my thighs is an insistent throb, demanding relief that my own fumbling fingers can't seem to fully satisfy.

I'd ended up touching myself into the early hours of the morning, masturbating with desperate urgency to the memories of their smoldering eyes and virile physiques. Even then, I hadn't been able to shake the persistent craving for more building inside me like an out-of-control blaze.

I'm in way over my head here. And I have no idea what I'm going to do about it.

Sighing shakily, I force myself up from the tangled sheets and into the bathroom for a much-needed cold shower. The icy spray does help clear my lust-fogged mind somewhat, reiningme back in from the precipice of getting totally swept up in the overwhelming hunger simmering inside me.

While I'm showering, I make the impulsive decision to call Jamie. Maybe hearing my friend's reassuring, straight-talking voice will help me start sorting through the tangled mess of desire and confusion warring within me.

By the time I'm cleaned up and dressed in a cozy sweater and shorts, the phone is ringing through to Jamie's number. She picks up after the third ring with her usual bubbly greeting.

"Well, well, if it isn't the infamous Miss Nancy making a social call! To what do I owe the pleasure?"

I flop back on my freshly made bed with a weary huff, suddenly doubting my ability to adequately sum up everything that's going on. Jamie and I have been close since college and the two of us have been through a lot together since then, but this…this might just be too much, even for our sisterly bond.

"I, um...I've gotten myself into a bit of a situation," I start hesitantly. "More like a predicament, I guess. A really complicated, potentially disastrous predicament involving some…morally ambiguous choices."

I wince at my own word vomit, waiting for Jamie's snort of bewilderment. But to her credit, she just hums thoughtfully.

"Well, don't leave me hanging there, Nance. You've piqued my interest now. Spill it. What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?"

Taking a fortifying breath, I launch into a quick recap of everything that's happened since I first arrived at the Johnsonhousehold and explain my overwhelming, confusing attraction to Drew, Nathan, and Carlos.

My drunken confession to Nathan about wanting all three of them. Then last night's heated encounter in the kitchen where Nathan outright propositioned me for a threesome after walking in on Carlos and me making out.

Once I've laid it all out, there's a long, weighted pause. I chew my lip nervously, wishing I could see Jamie's facial expression through the phone as I wait for her reaction.

She finally lets out a low whistle that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. "Hot damn, girl. When you get yourself in a pickle, you sure don't fuck around."

I groan loudly, rolling over to bury my flaming face in the comforter. Jamie has never shied away from complete frankness.

"Jamieeee!" I whine. "It's not funny! I'm having like, a full-blown sexuality crisis over here! Which part of me has suddenly become such a depraved horn-dog hellbent on sleeping with three different men at once?"

My friend snorts indelicately. "The incredibly hot part of you, obviously. Nance—let's be real. When was the last time you got shamelessly railed by a dude who wasn't making those disappointing little porn noises and nutting in under a minute flat?"

Wincing, I pull my face out of the blankets to stare up at the ceiling again ruefully. "Touché."

"I'm just saying, I wouldn't be freaking out too hard if I were you," Jamie continues in a more reasonable tone. "You work insane hours at a job where you're constantly surrounded by snotty little goblins. It's totally understandable that you'd end up embracing your slutty side a little when confronted by not just one, but three certified beef missiles like Drew, Nathan, and Carlos.”

"Jamie!" I hiss, cheeks flaming even as laughter bubbles up in my chest against my will.

"What? You're the one who ended up with a reverse harem situation on your hands in real life," she snickers. "Girl, if I was in your silky little slippers, you best believe I'd already have mounted those fine specimens and ridden them into the sunset by now."

I can't help but dissolve into scandalized giggles at her typical over-the-top bawdiness. We've had this same conversation about guys roughly a zillion times since our college days, yet it never fails to have me crying with laughter.

"You're insane," I wheeze out, hugging my pillow as tears of mirth leak from the corners of my eyes.

"Sane is boring," Jamie shoots back easily. "Come on, Nancy. Those kids of Drew's are finally starting to act like actual human beings again, thanks to your Mary Poppins magic touch, right? So why not pay yourself back by burying your cute little face between those three hunks' muscley thighs for a while?"

My laughter trails off into shocked giggles as her vulgar phrasing sinks in, promptly igniting another wave of arousal inside me. Suddenly, the vision of finding myself in that exact scenario is the only thing on my mind.

Heat pools between my thighs as I imagine myself situated between Drew, Nathan, and Carlos' powerful, muscular frames, one hand pumping a thick, leaking cock as my mouth works hungrily over the other, swapping back and forth between servicing them with my lips and my tongue while they tangle possessive fingers in my hair and growl out orders.

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