Page 31 of Military Daddies' Nanny

"You're the worst. But I love you."

"Love you too, slut-drop!" she trills before we exchange goodbyes and hang up.

My heart feels considerably lighter as I reach the bottom of the stairs.

When I enter the kitchen, I find everyone there already, munching on an assortment of Carlos' pancakes. The big man himself is holding court from behind the stove, loudly recounting some story to the rapt faces of Bella and Jason.

Nathan sits off to the side, at the kitchen dining, chuckling quietly as he shakes his head at Carlos's antics. Drew is sitting opposite his brother, slouched back in his usual self-contained pose, yet his warm eyes track my approach right away like they're magnetically drawn to me.

"Nancy!" Bella pipes up, waving me over with a bright grin. "We saved you a plate! Carlos was just telling us about this one timehe tried to cook for the soldiers on their army base and ended up nearly burning down the whole place."

Carlos scoffs in mock outrage, laughter crinkling the corners of his eyes. "Hey now, I seem to remember cooking up those bratwurst just fine from where I was sitting,princesa. YourtíoNathan over there is the real arson risk, what with all the freaky tech-head gadgets he was always monkeying with."

I can't help my own amused laugh as I go to stand beside Carlos, his solid, heated presence sending tingles of awareness along my side as I grab my reserved plate. When I glance up, I find Nathan watching me with an indecipherable look in those intense hazel eyes.

My smile falters for half a second before I manage to recover it, heat prickling along the nape of my neck. Our charged moment from last night comes rushing back, along with the heavy-lidded expression he wore as he taunted me with the idea of us sharing my body together with Carlos.

I shift my weight nervously from foot to foot, pressing my thighs together in a fruitless effort to ease the insistent throbbing between my legs.

To my left, Carlos huffs out a low, dark chuckle—whether he notices my silent struggle or not, I can't tell. But the husky resonance of that laugh still manages to shoot molten tingles of arousal through my core.

I look up to find Drew openly watching me as well, his eyes a swirling mix of hunger and confusion like he's not quite sure what sort of effect the three of us are having on him.

Swallowing hard, I tear my gaze away to refocus my attention on Bella and Jason's animated retelling of Carlos' kitchen horror story.

Being confronted with the collective, overwhelming force of all three men's magnetism feels like a sensory overload, stoking the banked flames of need inside me into a raging inferno.

Inhaling a shuddering breath, I let Jamie's words echo soothingly through my mind. There's no shame in embracing my desires, especially when it seems that all three men share them to some degree.

As long as I go about things thoughtfully and don't allow myself to lose control, maybe it's okay to simply go with the lusty flow and see where things lead…

"Wait, hold up a sec," Jason interjects quietly, nose scrunched adorably as he frowns in confusion. "If Uncle Carlos was doing the cooking, and Uncle Nathan was in charge of tech stuff…then what did my dad do while you guys were in the army?"

The innocent question quickly sucks all the heated tension out of the room. I can't quite stifle the sharp indrawn breath or the way my eyes instinctively cut toward Drew, curiosity piqued.

The man in question clears his throat roughly, his expression closing off somewhat. "I, uh… well, let's just say I saw a lot more action on the field than these two knuckleheads did, most of the time."

"Your dad was the biggest badass this side of the Mississippi,enano," Carlos says fondly, throwing a wink at Jason. "I did a lot more than cooking, but I’ve never seen a guy take out so manyenemy combatants all while keeping the rest of us meatheads alive out there in the middle of things."

At his words, an image flashes through my mind of Drew looking ruggedly handsome yet deeply intense, dressed in full military gear as he takes point to shield his men from some unseen threat. His chiseled features are set in a mask of fierce determination, bulging biceps flexing powerfully under the weight of his raised rifle.

My inner walls clench with a sudden, desperate ache to have this commanding, take-charge version of Drew set his sights on conquering me in the most carnal of ways.

I want to feel that brute strength pressing me into the mattress as he claims me with rough, animalistic thrusts, every bit the ferocious battle-hardened soldier leaving nothing but possession and rapture in his wake.

I have to bite back a helpless whimper at the visceral potency of the fantasy, my body tensing as a fresh gush of arousal dampens the cotton crotch of my panties.

Suddenly, the room feels far too small and stuffy to contain my blazing lust and turbulent emotions. All the men's combined presence, their imposing sizes, and dominating magnetism, press in on me like a thick, suffocating fog.

My gaze skates from Drew's quietly shuttered expression of discomfort with being the center of attention, to Carlos' smug grin and heated onyx stare flickering with knowing amusement, finally landing on Nathan's own intensely focused look burning into me.

There's a silent conversation being had between the three of them, one I'm painfully aware of even if I can't decipher the nuances. A silent communication of shared history and desires and unspoken understanding that simultaneously fills me with longing to be a part of it and sheer terror that any misstep on my part might tear the whole night apart.

I need some space, some air to clear my lust-addled head before I do or say something truly stupid and out of character. Without any preamble, I stuff my face with the pancakes and hurry to make my escape.

"I, um...I just remembered I have some laundry that needs getting done," I stammer out lamely. All eyes in the room turn towards me, stunned at my outburst. "I'll be back in a bit, okay?"

I barely wait for an acknowledgment before I flee from the room, overcome by the sudden urge to put as much physical and mental distance between myself and those three tempting men as possible.

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