Bad Nanny (The Bad Nanny Trilogy #1)(73)

“I'd so much rather you were stroking and cuddling me,” I say as she nuzzles the stupid creature and he glares at me from his weird white-green eyes. I should take him down to the shelter and trade him in for a cute little orange tabby or something. But naw, I love the little f*ck too much.

“What are the Big Four?” Brooke repeats as I sigh and tuck a hand into the back pocket of my pants, using the other to twirl my loose black suspender strap in a circle.

“Hand jobs, vaginal penetration, blow jobs, and VJs.”

“What's a VJ?” Brooke asks as I shake my head and laugh.

“A vagina job. You know, like a BJ, only with a vagina? Come on, don't make me say cunnilingus. It sounds like a type of foot fungus.”

“Oh my God! Add that to your list of things to never say again. It's getting kind of long, Zayden.”

“Yeah, well, call it whatever you want, but we're still missing the last of the Big Four.”

“You made that up, too, didn't you? Big Four and VJ are not terms I heard on campus like, ever.”

“Because young people while sexually rampant are woefully ignorant. How many of those douchers still think the pullout method is a hundred percent effective, hmm?”

Brooke sets Hubert down on the floor and the stupid cat immediately starts arching his back and rubbing against her legs. Traitor.

“Don't say young people either. You're not that old.”

I put a hand to my chest as Brooke comes around the back of the sofa and pauses there like there's a shield between us, a magical barrier that can block sex hormones and pheromones. Hah. Fat chance. I can practically smell her sweet fruity vanilla scent from here. It'd take a fortress to keep me away.

“Not that old? That sounds like one of those compliments that's not really a compliment at all. I'm still in my twenties, okay Smarty-Pants.”

“Maybe I should go upstairs and sleep alone tonight?” Brooke says as she challenges me with a look, running her tongue over her lower lip. “Not sure I want to hang out with some guy who decked a daddy at the playground.”

“Oh? Come on. You told me I was a badass.”

I start towards her and she ducks away, making me chase her around the couch.

“I never said badass,” Brooke says, watching me as I go stone still and then hop the couch in one quick motion. She screams and starts for the stairs as I scoop her up into my arms, bride style.

Bride style.

Um.

Nope. I'm not carrying anybody over a threshold, let alone some twenty-two year old with the whole world ahead of her. Gross.

I set Brooke down again and drop my hands to her hips, yanking her close for a kiss as I fumble around with my right hand and jerk the curtains closed over the bay window.

“So, where do you want your first VJ? In the bed? On the couch? Sitting on the edge of the kitchen table?”

“Let's go upstairs,” Brooke whispers against my mouth, dragging me up the steps and into her borrowed bedroom. Before I can even get the door closed, she's tearing her top off and kicking her heels aside.

I watch with hungry eyes as she shoves her jeans down her hips and climbs onto the bed with an eagerness that makes me grin.

Oh yes.

I reach back and tear my own tee over my head, leaving my boots and suspenders on as I move onto the edge of the bed and grab hold of Brooke's plain gray cotton panties. Yet another pair with kind of a saggy ass. Yet another thing that I shouldn't find sexy yet … surprisingly do.

“Turn the light off?” she pleads and I pause, rubbing a hand over the shaved side of my head.

“Why?” I ask as I take her knees and slowly push them apart. She offers a little resistance at first but finally gives in. “I want to see all of you, Brooke Overland. Every little bit.”

“Some of my bits aren't so beautiful,” she says with a slight shrug of her shoulders, but I'm already shaking my head.

“Every one of your bits is perfect.”

“Says who?”

I raise an eyebrow at her.

“Says me.”

Brooke groans and drops her head back into the pillows, putting her hands over her face as I slide my fingers down the soft white insides of her thighs. Her body is warm, breath already coming in harsh pants, even though we haven't gotten started yet. When I glance down, I see the shimmery dance of liquid on her *.

Oh yeah.

She's excited as hell for this.

I lift up one leg and start kissing at her knee, enjoying the way her body jerks and thrashes from even that small touch. I rub my stubbled cheek against her thigh and then drop down to press my lips to the bare expanse of space between Brooke's belly button and her clit.

My right hand traces down her left thigh as I kiss my way slowly from one hip to the other.

“You really do have a beautiful body, baby,” I tell her as I trace a single finger down the wetness of her folds and watch as she bucks her hips in response. Brooke is definitely an animated lover. Might have to use some extra tricks to get her to sit still for this.

My finger slides up and plays lightly over her clit.

“The perfect anatomy for a VCH piercing, if you ever decide you want one.” It turns me on to think about marking Brooke with my jewelry, stamping her with my art. Honestly, the piercing I'm talking about doesn't hurt at all—even less than your typical earlobe. A ring goes right through the thin tissue above the clit, and gently swings against it during sex. It's nothing short of amazing, or so I've heard from girls before. So I've seen with girls before.