Page 33 of Military Daddies' Nanny

“Exactly,” Carlos agrees, grinning.

We’re off in a flurry before any questions can be asked.

I barely register Drew's skeptical side-eye as I move quickly toward the front where the car is.

"Okay…let’s all go then," Nancy says lightly, and climbs into the driver’s seat of the SUV.

The sugary sweet saccharine coating her tone is a thinly veiled cover for the molten sensuality lurking just beneath it.

Carlos lets out a raucous peal of laughter and tosses Nancy a wink, following behind her in his devil-be-damned swagger.

I clamber into the passenger seat beside Nancy—every stilted movement feeling weighted and clumsy with unfurling lust—while Carlos gets into the backseat.

The second we hit the main road, Nancy's knuckles go white where she grips the steering wheel, her jawline taut with tension.

“So…you want to tell us now why you really wanted one of us alone?” Carlos asks, leaning forward so he’s resting between our seats.

I glance at Nancy. Her mouth opens and closes a couple of times until she shakes her head and laughs nervously, deciding against what she was about to say.

“How could you tell?” she asks instead.

“I saw that moment when you realized you had an opportunity, right before you asked if one of us could help you,” Carlos says teasingly. “I wasn’t about to miss that.”

Nancy pulls over after that. We’ve driven far from the shop already, so we remain silent as Carlos and I stare at her.

She glances at Carlos through the rearview mirror, and although it is only for a fleeting second, the heat in her gaze is evident, clear as day.

“I- I um… gosh.” She grips the steering wheel and her eyes are focused with as much intensity as she had when she was driving earlier.

“Whatever you have to say, I assure you, you can be as open as you wish and we will not judge you,” Carlos says. The smile and excitement in his voice is evident, at least to me.

Nancy doesn’t seem to have heard it, judging from the worry that furrows her brows. Still, I notice the moment she hardens her resolve in the slight jutting of her chin and the defiance in her eyes.

She clears her throat softly and without looking at us, begins.

"You said you wanted me. You both made it damn clear how bad you want this with me." She pulls up to a red light and turns to pin me with a look of smoldering intensity, her lush lips slightly parted. "Well, I made up my mind. I want it too. I want you…all of you..."

I can only gape at her in stunned silence, paralyzed by the way those softly rasped words detonate like depth charges inside me, setting off a chain reaction of pure, undiluted lust.

I’m not the only one who is shocked at this turn of events. Carlos gapes at Nancy with open-mouthed bewilderment, his eyes jumping from her to me and then back again.

Nancy licks her lips, her hooded stare raking down the length of my body. Her eyes roll slowly toward Carlos in the backseat, and somehow, she manages to fix him with the same world-shattering stare. She has our attention now.

“Nancy, are you sure this is what you want?” I ask, although it pains me to do so.

“Y-yes,” her face burns a bright red, but she keeps her gaze level with us.

“I-I have thought about it, and I want you both. Carlos, Nate…I need you t- to fuck me. Both of you. If you still want this, then I want it too.”

The blush spreads, reaching her ears as well. She’s always been beautiful, but in that moment, she’s adorable as well. I doubt the image of her like this will ever leave my mind.

I exchange a look with Carlos, and he nods.

Her coarse words lance through me with the white-hot force of a lightning strike. A growl rumbles up from my chest, every fiber of my being going taut as a bowstring at her confession.

“We want this just as much as you do,” I say and grin. “Now, how about we show you just how much we want you?”

The last threads of my restraint and self-control disintegrate into smoldering ash as primal instinct takes over with the force of a tidal wave, fueled by days — no, weeks —of pent-up, raging desires. In a blur of motion, I lunge across the center console to seize her mouth in a blistering, punishing kiss.

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