Page 30 of The Third Girl

CHAPTER 13

MATT

Once Skylar and I have finished a cup of coffee, I make my way upstairs so I can shower. And, holy hell, am I glad she’s staying because Sailor calls out to me the minute I get into my room. I pause and almost go get her… but when I poke my head out of my room, Skylar is already hustling down the hallway toward my daughter’s bedroom. She waves me off, and mouths, “I’ve got her.”

Releasing a pent-up breath, I cross my bedroom, stripping as I go. In the bathroom, I turn on the shower and while I’m waiting for it to warm, I brush my teeth and stare into the mirror. Twentysomething ass cheeks were bare in my kitchen just now. That’s… well, that’s never happenedever.Terri and I were older when we met and got married, so yeah.Fuck.She’s definitely too young for me, even if she does like the Smashing Pumpkins.Why am I even thinking about her?

You know damn well why. Because you’re a man and all your needs have been met by your right hand for a long time now. It’s miserable and frustrating to crave a woman’s touch, to want to lose yourself in her, but not be ready to experience those things with someone who isn’t your wife.

And Skylar… she’s something else. I don’t know what to make of her, and even though she’s bold and sassy, she’s also one of the kindest, most thoughtful, giving people I’ve ever come across. I find that insanely attractive, especially at this stage of my life.

Not to mention she’s so fucking sexy, even lounging around in a pair of leggings and a T-shirt. And now that I’ve had a tease of what’s hiding under her clothing… fuuuck. I’m in trouble.

My heart begins to pound, the blood pumping hard enough that it’s like a drum beating in my ears. Trying to shake myself of all of it, I get into the shower and let the hot water beat down over me. I’m exhausted from the long shift, but somehow wide awake now. I squirt shower gel into my palm, rub my hands together, then massage them over tired muscles. I breathe in the scent of the bodywash Terri had always liked on me, and I find myself wondering if Skylar likes it. She’s been in close enough quarters with me before.Shit. Stop thinking like that.

I have no clue why she thought it was a good idea to be in my kitchen in… well, I guess that’s what she wears to bed. It’s not pajamas, that’s for fuckin’ sure. The waistband of that thong had been seated just above the ripest, smoothest ass I’ve ever seen, and the tiny bit of fabric that disappeared between her cheeks…

I drop my head back as my hands slide down to my groin, and I grasp my dick in one hand and balls in the other.Ah, fuuuck.The image of Skylar on tiptoes, stretching up to reach the bag of coffee grounds in the cabinet is inked on my brain like a tattoo. My dick has been semi-hard since it happened, but now I’m fully erect, so hard I know I don’t have a choice but to do something about it. Slowly, I stroke myself from base to tip over and over again, tugging on my sac as I pleasure myself to thoughts of the beautiful redheaded woman who’s currently taking care of my child.

Fuck, I don’t know why that thought does it for me either, but it makes me so hot I’m set to combust. I work myself into a frenzy, my breath coming out in ragged pants as I fist myself, my soapy hands gliding over my cock and playing with my balls. I groan low and long. My heart can’t take much more of this. It’s beating at a frantic pace as my mind takes me to all the places I shouldn’t go. I close my eyes and envision the two of us as a couple. If she were mine, I’d have come up behind her in the kitchen and peeled that thong from her, slipped my fingers between her legs and touched all the secret places no one else gets to. She’d be wet for me, and soon my fingers would be sliding into her body, coated with her arousal. Then maybe I’d have turned her around and put that bare ass right on my counter, spread her legs wide, and feasted on her.

I want to goddamntasteher. The thought of licking at her pussy has me moaning, and I jerk myself harder, tighten my fist and fuck it like it’s her. My hips pump quickly as I lose control, throwing out my left hand to the shower wall for support.

She slept in my fucking house last night. In that tiny pair of underwear and that T-shirt that didn’t come close to covering her. All that glorious red hair, spread over the pillow.

Desire streaks through my body, setting my blood on fire. I close my eyes as visions of pale skin and flashing green eyes race through my mind. The orgasm rips through me, and I come hard, gasping out a choked sound at the incredible pleasure surging through me.

I don’t know how long it is that I stand there, slowly stroking my cock. When my heart finally calms, I go into robot mode, finishing up with my shower, and trying to keep my mind from hammering at me, reminding me of all the reasons this won’t ever happen.

She’s the fucking nanny.You absolutely can’t do this.It’s all kinds of wrong. But I’m most definitely attracted to her. Fuck, I can’t mess this up. So, why do I find her so irresistible?

I towel off, throw some clothes on, and head downstairs to see Sailor before I try to catch a few hours of sleep. At the doorway leading into the kitchen, I pause. Skylar has my daughter in her high chair where she’s eating what looks like scrambled eggs and chunks of banana—with a fork.How the hell had Skylar managed that?I want to ask, but it’s probably best if I say nothing, because Sailor is quite happily going to town using the fork instead of her hands. Wait until Nana and Pop-Pop seethat.We’ve tried to train her to use a utensil to eat for ages with no luck.

I don’t want Skylar to catch me staring at her like a creeper, so I clear my throat as I enter the room. Because now that I’ve seen her ass and jerked off to thoughts of her, I definitely feel like a perv ogling my daughter’s young nanny. This is a plot straight out of one of Laney’s romance novels. If only I thought this could end with a happily ever after like all those books do, I’d pick her up and carry her off to my bedroom.

Skylar looks up with a hesitant smile, those hypnotizing green eyes meeting mine. Color immediately floods her cheeks, and I know she’s thinking about our unintentional encounter earlier. She has to be. God knows, it’s all that’s on my mind. She tilts her head to the side. “I thought you were going to sleep.”

I shake my head and try to free myself of all the thoughts running through my head of the things I’d like to do to her. I gruffly mumble, “I need to eat something before I do. I’m starving.”

“Want me to scramble some eggs for you?”

Speaking of scrambling, my brain does exactly that, staring hard at her. If she knew all the things I’ve been thinking, she wouldn’t be so kind to me. She’d probably take off running in the other direction. “No. That’s okay. I’ll just grab a bowl of cereal.”

She chews on her lip and nods, reaching over to help Sailor spear a hunk of banana on her little purple fork. My damn traitorous eyes go directly to her mouth and stay there. I blink, frustrated with myself.

Sailor reaches for her sippy cup, and all at once she cries out and her drink’s tipping over the edge of the tray. I grab for it at the same time Skylar does, our hands fumbling together. We freeze, the cup caught in her hand, with mine covering it. She looks up at me from under her lashes. They’re so damn green. So beautiful. For several beats, we stay like that, staring at each other with our hands connected. Her chest is rising and falling fast, same as mine.

My daughter squawks, wanting her drink, and that snaps both of us out of the moment. Skylar tears her gaze from mine, and I pull my hand away so she can give the sippy back to Sailor.

I need Skylar’s help, and she says we’re a team now, but I don’t know if I’m going to survive seeing her every day when I can’t touch her the way I want to. Hell, she probably doesn’t think about me like that in the slightest. I’m too goddamn old for her. Period. End of all dirty thoughts. Keeping my distance is now priority number one.

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