Page 53 of Nanny for the Bikers

“Yes,” I breathe, my heart hammering in my chest. “I want all of you. I want this.”

A slow, satisfied smile spreads across Clay’s face, and he kisses me again, deep and possessive. “Good,” he growls against my lips. “Because we want you, too. So fucking much.”

His words ignite a fire in my veins, and I surrender to the passion consuming us both, letting it carry me away to a place where nothing exists but the two of us, lost in each other, ready to embrace the future that awaits.

Clay pulls away, and I can’t help the small sound of protest that escapes me. His lips quirk up in a knowing smirk, his hands still resting on my hips.

“I have a half day today,” he says, his voice rough with desire. “But I’ll be back later. Try not to have too much fun with Teller and Kip while I’m gone.”

There’s a playful glint in his eye, a teasing lilt to his words that sends a shiver down my spine. The thought of being alone with Teller and Kip, of exploring this new dynamic between us, is both thrilling and terrifying.

Clay steps back, and I immediately miss the warmth of his touch. He gives me one last heated look before turning and walking away, leaving me breathless and aching for more.

I watch him disappear down the hall, my heart beating faster than it ever has.

I’ve just agreed to be in a relationship with three men. Three best friends. My three bosses.

It’s insane, reckless, completely out of character for me. But as I touch my fingers to my lips, still tingling from Clay’s kisses, I can’t bring myself to regret it.

I think of Teller, with his quiet intensity and soulful eyes. Of Kip, with his easy charm and infectious smile. And of Clay, with his commanding presence and unwavering confidence.

Three very different men, each with their own unique pull on my heart. The thought of being with all of them, of sharing myself in a way I never have before, is dizzying. Exhilarating.

I don’t know how this is going to work, and I don’t care. All I know is that I want it to.

28

AYLA

The sun warms my skin as I toss the tennis ball across the yard, watching Shadow bound after it with unbridled enthusiasm. Piper giggles from her chair, her tiny hands trying to clap together as Shadow returns triumphantly, ball clenched between his teeth.

I reach down to ruffle her ears, a smile spreading across my face. Shadow drops the ball at my feet, his tail wagging in anticipation of another throw.

As I reach for the ball, the sound of the sliding glass door catches my attention. Teller steps out onto the patio, his dark hair tousled by the gentle breeze. He saunters over, hands tucked casually into his pockets.

“Beautiful day, isn’t it?” he remarks, his gaze drifting from me to Piper and then to Shadow.

I nod, feeling a flutter in my chest at his presence. “It really is. Just perfect for some outdoor playtime.”

Teller’s eyes meet mine, a hint of curiosity flickering within their depths. “Any plans for tonight, Ayla?”

The question catches me off guard. I do the same thing every night; make dinner, feed and burp Piper, put her to bed and then I go to bed. I shake my head, a slight blush creeping into my cheeks. “No, no plans. Just the same as every night.”

Teller tilts his head, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Hmm, I see.”

I can’t quite decipher the meaning behind his words, but there’s an intensity in his gaze that sends a shiver down my spine. I find myself wondering what thoughts are swirling behind those deep, pensive eyes.

Shadow nudges my hand with his nose, reminding me of the forgotten ball. I toss it once more, grateful for the momentary distraction from the unexpected tension between Teller and myself.

“Actually,” Teller begins, his voice low and smooth, “Kip, Clay, and I were thinking about having a pizza night. Maybe we could put Piper to bed a little early. What do you say?”

My heart skips a beat at his suggestion, and I can’t ignore the undertones in his words. The thought of spending an intimate evening with the three men sends a thrill through my body, and I find myself nodding enthusiastically.

This was real…I really am in a relationship with all of them.

“That sounds perfect,” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady despite the excitement bubbling within me. “I’d love to join you guys.”

Teller’s smile widens, and I catch a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. “Great. I was just about to go and get the pizza.” Tellerreaches into his pocket and pulls out an envelope. “Before I forget, here’s your paycheck for the week.”

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