Chapter 34
Shea
With the late-morning sun stabbing through the bedroom window curtains, I woke in bed, still naked. My muscles were heavy and tired. My skin was sticky, a layer of dried sweat and sex fluids.
Not that I minded—the tired, grungy haze was a delicious reminder of a long, long night. After months of tension, we couldn't just screw once and then roll over and fall asleep, could we? Instead, our rough-and-tumble romp was only an appetizer to a night filled with amazing sex. From sweet and soulful lovemaking, to downright dirty on all-fours on the bedroom floor, we finally did everything we'd been secretly wanting to do to each other all along—and everything in between.
Once we saw the first light of day cracking the horizon, we finally managed to keep our hands and mouths off each other long enough to fall asleep.
Brynn laid on her side, facing away from me. She was still sleeping, and still naked, too. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her into me.
“Mm,” she moaned as I woke her. “Morning, Shea.”
I nibbled on her earlobe. “Morning, beautiful.”
“Do you have hockey practice today?” she asked sleepily.
I had to stop and think—I couldn't remember. Truth was, hockey was the furthest thing on my mind. And while we were in the playoffs, too? Strange. Maybe I really was ready to retire. I guess it hadn't hit me until that moment. But I didn't feel old for once—the opposite, actually. Young and fresh and ready to move on.
“No,” I answered, remembering at last. “Coach gave us the day off to rest up.”
“Oh, good,” she said with a breath of relief. “Because if you're as tired as I am … it wouldn't have been much fun.”
I kissed the nape of her neck. “You sleep in. I'll make breakfast.”
She started to kick her legs to toss the bedsheets away. “But that's my job—”
I pulled the sheets back up her body and tucked her in nice and tight. “No, it's not. Not anymore.”
“Because you're firing me?” she asked, always a tease.
“If that's what it takes to keep you,” I said with a grin, “yes. You're fired.”
“Oh, good,” she sang, snuggling up with the bedsheets.
***
I woke Brynn an hour later with a breakfast-in-bed tray: scrambled eggs, sausage links, bagel with cream cheese, a fruit and cheese plate, and coffee. For a lousy cook, it was the biggest feast I could whip up.
Brynn loved it. She shook off the sleep and cooed with delight, and the two of us ate in bed, trying to figure out the future: the short and the long-term.
“I guess we shouldn't tell anyone about this, should we?” Brynn asked.
I thought it over. “Definitely shouldn't tell the kids. Probably shouldn't tell anybody else, either, or else word could get around.”
Brynn nodded. “Secret it is, then.”
“Cynthia is bringing the kids after school,” I said. “So, if you really want to take off, I guess before then would be the time to do it?”
She shook her head. “Even though you fired me,” she began playfully, “I'm obviously not going to leave until we find a suitable nanny to replace me. The playoffs are too important to you.”
“Hey, thanks. I appreciate that.”
Brynn held up a finger. “Of course, I will be in charge of choosing the candidates and setting up the interviews, which means I get final approval over who gets hired.”
“What? You do?” I laughed. “Since when?”
“Now that I know you have a thing for nannies? I've got to defend my territory. And if you think I'm going to set you up with some young, bright-eyed nanny, just waiting for the chance to steal you away from me … well, you're wrong!”
“A thing for nannies!” I laughed. I had a thing for her, not for nannies.
“Well? How would I know? Maybe you do! After all, Chloe said all the other nannies you'd hired before me were older ladies.”
“Huh. Maybe you're right,” I teased. “You are the first hot nanny I've hired. And now look at us. Eating breakfast in bed after a night of hot sex.”
“Exactly,” she said, her eyes wild with a half-serious, half-joking rage.
Suddenly, Brynn pushed her half-eaten breakfast aside, snatched my breakfast plate away, and climbed on top of me.
“Hey! I wasn't done with that!” I said.
She didn't care. “You are not getting another hot nanny, Shea Ellis.”
Her luscious lips melded to mine with a possessive heat. Blindly, she reached a hand between her legs and fondled the package in my boxers until I began to plump and lengthen. She threaded my cock through the hole in my boxers and stroked me until I was solid.
“Because I am not letting you go,” she said between fierce, jealous kisses. “Understand?”
She angled my dick against her opening and leaned back, easing me into her slit. I gripped two big handfuls of her tight little ass, and she slid her wet, blistering heat down my length.
“Oh my God, Brynn,” I groaned. “You're so tight.”
She rode me wildly, her hips pumping and bucking on me, my mouth sucking at her tits, until I shot my cum inside her again.
Beaming mischievously, Brynn rolled off me. She let out a loud, contented sigh. She passed me my plate and, hungrier than ever, the two of us scarfed down the rest of our breakfast.
“This is the best morning ever,” I said.
“Agreed,” she said, laughing as she tore off a big bite of her bagel. “I swear I've never been like this with anyone before. I can't keep myself off you. This could be a problem.”
“Might as well enjoy ourselves while we can …” I said, my hand traveling up her thigh.
She saw the sparkle in my eye and shot me a warning. “Better watch it. We're not going to get anything done today if we keep this up.”
“Sounds perfect to me.”