Page 57 of Nanny for the Bikers

“Fuck, she’s so responsive,” Teller pants out, his grip on my hips tightening. “Ayla, babe, you’re doing so good.”

“That’s right,” Clay purrs in my ear, his voice as smooth as silk. “You’re doing perfect, sweetheart.”

I squeeze Kip harder, loving the encouragement their giving me to let go. To feel. “Oh, fuck yes, just like that,” Kip groans, his fingers tangling in my hair.

Their desperate moans spurring me on, driving me to new heights of depravity.

“Oh fuck, I’m close,” Kip growls, his blue eyes clouding over with pleasure. His hot seed covers my hand and Clay’s as he shudders beneath my ministrations.

Clay groans out his release a moment later, his hips jerking as he spills his seed over my other hand. The warmth of their combined releases coats my skin, and the knowledge that I’ve brought them both to orgasm sends a wave of heat through me.

“I’m not done with you,” Teller warns, his voice a low growl. He continues to piston into me, his pace relentless, his eyes locked with mine. His grip on my hips is almost painful, but it onlyheightens my arousal, pushing me closer to the brink of my own release.

“Ayla!” he bellows, his climax crashing through him in powerful thrusts. He fills me, his seed a hot, sticky reminder of our shared pleasure.

I scream my own release, the climax shattering me into a million pieces. I collapse forward, my head resting against Teller’s chest, our breathing ragged and uneven. I can feel Teller’s heart beating rapidly next to my ear. My body has never felt so relaxed.

I should feel dirty…but I don’t because I know the truth.

This is exactly where I’m meant to be.

30

AYLA

The blindfold slips off and I blink, my eyes adjusting to the bright sunlight. Clay, Teller, and Kip stand before me, their faces alight with excitement. “Surprise!” they chorus in unison.

My jaw drops as I take in the scene around me. Colorful kayaks rest on the shore of a pristine lake, the water sparkling invitingly under the warm sun. A picnic basket sits nearby, overflowing with treats. My heart swells with emotion. “What... what is all this?” I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

Clay steps forward, his confident smile making my pulse quicken. “Happy birthday, Ayla,” he says softly, his deep-set eyes shining with affection. “We wanted to do something special for you.”

Kip grins, his sandy blond hair tousled by the gentle breeze. “Jamie’s got Piper for the day, so it’s just us. We’re taking you kayaking!”

“I can’t believe you did all this for me,” I murmur, fighting back happy tears. No one has ever gone to such lengths to surprise mebefore, to make me feel so cherished and cared for. I think back to forgotten birthdays, to making a wish late at night for things to get better in my room as I hear my mom crying again, and every year it felt like it was getting worse.

Teller approaches, his usually stoic face softened by a small smile. He takes my hand, his touch warm and reassuring. “You deserve it, Ayla. You’re always taking care of everyone else. Today, let us take care of you.”

I nod, unable to find the words to express the depths of my gratitude.

Shadow bounds ahead, his tail wagging furiously as he takes in the new sights and smells. His excitement is contagious, and I feel a grin spreading across my face. “I’ve never gone kayaking before,” I admit, watching as Clay and Kip unload the gear from the truck.

Teller squeezes my hand, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Then you’re in for a treat. It’s peaceful out on the water, just you and nature.”

“And us,” Clay adds with a wink, handing me a life jacket. “Can’t forget about your dashing boyfriends.”

Boyfriends. The plural version of that word is still so weird to me.

As I slip on the life jacket, I catch Kip’s gaze, his soft smile sending a flutter through my chest.

We carry the kayaks down to the water’s edge, the anticipation building with each step. Shadow prances around our feet, his enthusiasm infectious. I take a moment to breathe in the fresh air, to let the tranquility of the surroundings wash over me.

“Ready?” Teller asks, holding out a hand to help me into my kayak.

I nod, grasping his hand firmly. “Ready.”

As we push off from the shore, the gentle rocking of the kayak beneath me, I feel a sense of freedom, of unbridled joy. The water sparkles in the sunlight, a kaleidoscope of blues and greens. Shadow paddles alongside us, his tongue lolling out in a happy grin.

Laughter echoes across the lake as we navigate our way through the gentle currents. Kip and Clay engage in good-natured banter, their voices carrying over the water. Teller paddles beside me, a serene expression on his face.

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