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Chapter One - Haley
“I’m just sick and tired of getting my heart broken.” Sara nods sagely as I pace up and down the apartment. I’ve just moved in with her after I had to break my lease and move out of the place I shared with Reed, my ex-boyfriend. “I can’t believe that I let myself move in with this guy! I can’t believe I let myself think he was different!” “They’re good at that kind of thing, babe,” Sara points out from the couch. “They know all the right things to say.” I shake my head and continue to pace. “I know what it is. It’s not just that, it’s that I love bad boys and then I somehow expect them not to be bad to me. What kind of idiot does that? We’re not fourteen anymore!” “You wouldn’t have liked me when I was fourteen,” Sara observes, leaning back against the cushions. “Good thing I met you in college, then.” Sara was my college roommate and I’m glad that we stayed in touch because it meant I had a place to go when I caught Reed cheating on me. Sure, I had to move to Seattle from Portland, but it’s fine. Honestly, the farther away I can get from my old life and my ex-boyfriend, the better I’ll feel. This is a new city and a new start. I have to believe in that. “I just have to stop dating,” I announce. “Uh….” Sara looks dubious. “You don’t think I can manage it?” “I think that you… have a real weakness… and a certain type of guy knows what to say to get into your pants.” “I’m not talking about sex. A hookup is one thing. I mean actually falling for someone. These guys aren’t worth my time, they treat me like crap, they cheat on me, and they don’t care about what I want.” I groan and flop onto the couch next to Sara. “I want to be a mother. That’s what I want. And that’s not going to happen as long as I’m dating these kinds of men.” “Actually, I think it’s shocking it hasn’t happened so far.” I glare at her. “Because I’ve been careful. I don’t want to get pregnant when the dad’s some jerk who cares more about his motorcycle than about helping pay the rent or doing the dishes. I want my kids to be raised by someone responsible. Not by a guy who can’t even hold a steady job.” “Well, you’re safe here.” Sara takes my hand and squeezes it reassuringly, smiling. “I’m not going to let you start dating some other deadbeat, I promise.” “Thanks.” I squeeze her hand in return. “I really appreciate it.” “Hey, you’re helping me out, remember? I needed a roommate after the last one.” Sara rolls her eyes. Her roommate saga has been a whole mess of its own. While I’m not happy that my boyfriend cheated on me, breaking my heart yet again, I am grateful that it ended with me moving back in with Sara. I’ve missed her and this will, in some ways, be like being back in college. Except without the annoying exams and the finals-week crunch. “I’m glad.” I smile at her, and Sara smiles back. Yeah, I hope this is the start of a new phase of my life. I don’t want to end up like this again. I’m sick of finding someone who hits all my buttons and makes me weak in the knees, one of those bad-boy types that I so love… only to turn around three or six months later, or even a year later, and find that the person doesn’t actually respect me, like Reed. I’m going to wait and I’m going to find someone who actually treats me the way that I deserve. Since I’m moving to a whole new city, I’m lucky that my job is in demand pretty much everywhere. Sara and I eat ice cream and drink wine, and enjoy our first night together as roommates after finishing moving me in. And the next day it’s time to find a job. I’m a nanny, which pays really well and allows me to spend time with kids, which is my favorite thing. I truly can’t wait to be a mother. I’ve wanted to be one for the longest time. I’ve always gotten along well with kids and loved them. They’re little people who are experiencing the world for the first time, and it’s truly amazing. I mean that literally; it amazes me. The way that they interpret things. I don’t understand how some people can be cruel to kids. This is all new to them and they need help. I love helping them and being there for them as they explore it all. It brings me joy, and I think that parents can genuinely sense that, because I’ve never had a problem landing a job. As I scroll the job listings in Seattle, my eye falls on one in particular. Full-time nanny wanted. Must be willing to be with my child from breakfast until bedtime. You will be compensated for your long hours, but your dedication must be genuine. Healthcare insurance benefits will be given by making you an employee of the parent’s company, but vacation time will be strictly negotiated. Odd. I mean, a nanny job where I could get insurance benefits from the employer, and I wouldn’t have to go out and get my own insurance? That’s a great benefit. But it sounds like they really want someone who might as well be a live-in nanny. I hope it’s okay that I’m not. I want to spend time with Sara and I’m not going to abandon her now that I’ve just moved in. She can’t afford her apartment without another roommate covering half the bills. I apply anyway since the amount they’re offering to pay is insane. I’ll be able to cover my month’s expenses in just one week working for this person. I worry that the child in question is a brat, but it could be that the parents travel a lot, or one of the parents is ill, or something like that. A couple of days later, I get a reply, and the woman and I agree to meet at a local coffee shop to discuss my experience and compatibility before I meet the kid. The woman, Deborah, waves to me as I walk up. “Hi, are you Haley?” “Hi, yes, and you must be Deborah.” She’s plus sized and curvy with dyed platinum blonde hair and a vintage style. She looks like she belongs in a 1950s magazine, and I mean that as a compliment. She’s so well put together. “So, how many kids would I be watching? Just the one?” “Yes, just Penny… Penelope, but we all call her Penny.” Deborah smiles. “She’s a really sweet girl, you’ll like her.” “I’m sure I will.” I might love kids, but in my experience, parents tend to really overestimate just how well-behaved their kids are, or how smart their kids are, and so on. I get it. When you love something that much it can be hard to be objective. “How old is she?” “Five. Mr. Steele had another nanny for her; but unfortunately, the woman’s husband just got a promotion across the country, so they’re moving in a couple of weeks.” That brings me up short. “I’m sorry. You’re not Penny’s mother?” Deborah blinks in surprise, then bursts out laughing. “Oh, no, I’m so sorry for the confusion! No, no, I’m Mr. Steele’s personal assistant.” “Okay. Mr. Steele is in charge of hiring?” “Yes, obviously. Well, technically I am, honestly; he’s busy running the company. But it falls on me, yes. Mr. Steele is a single father.” Oh. “I’m so sorry.” Deborah nods briskly. “It is what it is. Penny needs a new nanny and I want to be sure I find someone who’ll really give her the care and attention she needs. Mr. Steele won’t be home much and his work has him traveling as well, but he wants the best for his daughter. Don’t worry, you shouldn’t be interacting with him much.” “But I’m nannying his daughter, so I assume I’ll interact with him when he wants to spend time with her.” Deborah purses her lips. “Well, let’s go over your credentials….” The interview goes well, although I don’t get a good impression of Mr. Jack Steele by the end of it. When I mention it to Sara, she says that she knows the name—he’s in charge of some popular tech company in the area, I guess; and considered a very eligible bachelor, which was something I didn’t think people cared about anymore outside of Regency romances. Besides, I don’t care how successful Mr. Steele is. I care that he doesn’t seem to spend much time with his daughter and wants a nanny who will take care of everything instead. I mean, really, who sends their personal assistant to interview the person who will be in charge of their child forty hours a week? But that’s not going to stop me from taking the job. The pay and the benefits are just way too good, and besides, Penny needs someone who cares about her, clearly. I’d be happy to be that person, at least for a while. A couple of days later, I get a call from Deborah. “Congratulations, we’d love to hire you. Can you come by the office and I’ll have you fill out all the paperwork?” I take care of the paperwork first, just in case something last-minute happens to ruin it for me, and only then do I tell Sara when she gets home from work. I even buy one of those mini cakes from the supermarket. “Ahhh!” Sara grabs me and hugs me tightly, continuing to scream. “We can’t just enjoy this at home. Let’s go out on the town and enjoy some bars! I know of a biker bar, and one that’s got a rock band open mic night.” Those are exactly the kind of places I’ve been sneaking out to since I was sixteen, and maybe I should insist we stay home or at least go out to a respectable cocktail bar, but then I decide, why the hell not? And if I do meet a sexy man on a motorcycle… well, just because I make out with someone, or even sleep with them, doesn’t mean I’m dating them. We end up at the rock band bar and I’m having a blast. The music is loud, thumping through my body, but it’s also good, and frankly, it isn’t always in a rough-and-tumble place like this. I head to the bar to grab another drink and end up slipping in some spilled alcohol, nearly falling over. A strong arm comes around my waist, catching me. “Whoa there.” I look up and find that my savior from an embarrassing moment—especially with my skirt as short as it is—is an older man. He’s going gray—silver in his temples and shot through his dark hair. His blue eyes are lively and sparkling with amusement and he’s handsome as hell with a strong jawline. And oh God… I can feel his muscles and they’re so damn firm. He’s even sporting a leather jacket. Fuck. “You okay there?” My mystery man helps me stand upright. “I’m great, thanks. Saved me a bruised ass.” I laugh. “If you want a bruised ass, there are much more fun ways to make that happen,” my mystery man agrees, his voice low and sinful. Oh fuck, that’s hot. I shiver, my mouth going dry. “Very true.” I look up at him through my lashes. I’m pretty sure he’s flirting with me; and I suppose if I’m wrong, I can just find Sara and we can go to another bar where I can drown my sorrows over being embarrassed. “You want to help me with that?” “Bold of you.” My guy grins like a wolf and I almost whimper, my body lighting up inside. “I’m JJ.” “Haley.” My voice comes out a squeak. JJ chuckles and his hands fall to my hips… then lower, pulling me against him. I gasp as his large hands cup my ass. “That’s a very short skirt you have on.” His gaze drops down to my chest. “And a very low-cut shirt. Might make people think you’re here for a particular reason.” “Maybe I am.” My tongue sweeps out to wet my lips and I see JJ’s gaze tracking the movement. “But only for the right person.” “Picky?” “I like to call it having high standards.” “And do I meet your standards?” “You’re doing pretty well, so far.” JJ squeezes my ass. Normally, I’d be a little more concerned if this was a typical bar; but it’s loud, there’s a band playing, everyone’s bumping against everyone else, and the bartender is doing body shots on a topless girl, so… pretty sure nobody cares if JJ hitches me up onto his broad, muscled thigh, while he massages my ass. My hands grip his leather jacket and I melt against him. Oh, fuck, his thigh and his hands feel so good… and it’s been so long since I had sex. Reed stopped having sex with me months ago and I just figured we were both so busy. Now, I know it’s because he was fucking other women. I’m just glad he stopped having sex with me because who knows what I could’ve gotten from him if he hadn’t. JJ’s looking at me like he’s going to eat me alive, and I just might let him. “Why don’t I properly audition for the position,” JJ murmurs, and then he takes my chin in his fingers and tips my face up, so he can slide his lips against mine. He kisses me thoroughly, not just ramming his tongue into my mouth like so many men but teasing me with it until I’m panting, and only then does he let me have it. My knees give out, which only puts more of my weight on his thigh, and his grip on my ass while his other hand guides me to grind down against him. I whimper. The drag of my clit against my panties and the tight denim of his jeans has me lighting up like a pile of fireworks. He’s a good kisser, and so very in control, playing my body like he already knows all the ways to drive me insane. He only pulls back when I’m panting and grinding desperately against his thigh. JJ smirks down at me. “Do I meet your standards?” “Yes,” I gasp out. Fuck, yes, I’d kind of hoped for a good hookup to help me forget my jackass ex-boyfriend, but this is so much more than I’d ever expected. “Then why don’t we take this somewhere a little more private?” I nod, my body thrumming with anticipation. The way JJ looks at me, like he’s going to devour me, has my knees weak in a way I haven’t felt in ages. “What did you have in mind?” I’m not expecting a fancy hotel room with roses, and I wouldn’t want one, but if he tries to take me back to some dirty trailer I’m going to have objections. I’m trying to have higher standards for myself, damn it. Even if it’s just with a one-night stand. “Did you know this place has a back patio?” “No.” I grin. “I did not.” Sure enough, it does, and it’s abandoned and empty. It’s just a large awning with a bunch of picnic benches, and I see why the bar has it. During the warmer months it must be great to have the band perform out here instead, where you can fit more people. Some people can even probably pull up and park their motorcycles right along the side of it. But right now, it’s too chilly out to bother setting up out here, and everyone wants to be inside where the music is, or taking a cigarette break out in the front. It’s just JJ and me. JJ turns, his hands on my hips, walking backwards towards one of the picnic benches. It’s one off to the side, in the shadow of the building, so that anyone who stumbles out here won’t immediately see us. “How much’ve you had to drink?” he asks, his voice low and amused. “A couple shots. I like to stay alert.” “Mm, good girl.” His praise sends an electric thrill through me. The guys I’ve dated tend to talk to me in a very different way, calling me naughty, a bad girl, and sometimes getting kind of degrading. I always told myself that I liked it, that it came with the “bad boy” package, but JJ’s praise lights me up like nothing I’ve really felt before. I shove that thought into a corner of my brain. I’ll think about it later, or not at all. I’m not here to have some kind of crisis, I’m here to have fun and celebrate my amazing new job. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.” It’s sweet that he’s checking to make sure I’m not too drunk. “Good.” JJ’s smile turns wicked as he suddenly swings me around and presses me down onto the bench. “I want you able to completely feel what I’m doing to you.” I shiver with heat. JJ speaks with the kind of confidence that means I’m in for the time of my life. His body presses me down, his hands slide up my arms to lightly pin my wrists to the table, his mouth lands on mine—and all thoughts fly out of my head. I’ve never been kissed like this before. It’s like JJ kisses with his entire body, putting everything into it, and I feel like I can’t even breathe with the onslaught of his body on mine. His hands spread my legs and push up my short skirt, and then he’s rocking against me, letting me feel his cock getting harder and harder under his jeans. My greedy hands slide up under his shirt, feeling the bunching muscles of his back. Fuck, he’s so fucking strong and muscled; how is this man real? My fingers dig in and I gasp as JJ’s mouth moves down to my throat, teasing me with his teeth against my skin. “F-fuck….” I grind down against him, heat building in my body, especially between my legs. I want him inside of me, but unlike my previous hookups, JJ seems determined to take his time with me and really make me go crazy. I can’t say that I mind, even as I squirm and pant for more. This isn’t like any hookup I’ve had before, and it makes my head spin, but it feels so good I don’t want to stop. One of JJ’s hands moves up under my low-cut shirt to my breast and the other moves between my legs to rub at me and I mewl, clawing at his skin under his own layers, panting, my nose filled with the scent of musk and leather. He toys with my nipples and my clit like he wants to see just how badly he can drive me crazy, and I find myself slip-sliding into orgasm faster than I can believe it. “I’m—I’m going to—I’m gonna—” He doesn’t have to keep touching me. I’m so fucking wet for him, and I’m aching, wanting his cock inside of me. I can’t remember the last time I was teased like this. Reed certainly never bothered. My addled brain tries to remember a time a man took the time to drive me crazy before fucking me, and maybe it’s just that I’m so keyed up and turned on, but I can’t think of any. After all, wasn’t part of the point of finding some bad news with a leather jacket and a motorcycle the fact that you fucked fast and nasty in the bar bathroom? But JJ, even as he mutters filthy things into my ear, seems perfectly happy to get me off before he gets inside me. It’s almost… courteous. Considerate. Thoughtful. It’s also insanely hot. His hand moves under the lace panties I put on, just in case I got lucky, and the tip of his finger slides into me, just enough to tease before sliding back out. I gasp, and he does it again, then again, never moving in past the first knuckle. “F-faster, deeper, please,” I whisper as his mouth comes back up to meet mine for a bruising kiss. “Aww, baby, am I not taking care of you enough?” JJ’s tone is teasing, his voice deep and rough. He’s completely in control, and it makes me shiver. “Have a little patience, sweetheart, enjoy the ride.” He slides his finger in a little more, then curls it up and strokes--oh fuck. I let out a startled noise of pleasure and JJ chuckles. “You ever been with an older man before?” “N-no. Oh God, oh my God, do that again, please—oh.” He does it more and I turn into a puddle, writhing, almost ready to come on just one goddamn finger. JJ plucks and pinches at my nipple with his other hand. “Gotta say, a lot of the time those younger guys don’t know what they’re doing. They don’t have the… experience.” I believe him. He adds a second finger and keeps stroking that spot at that angle and my moans are getting louder—so much louder, in fact, that JJ has to take his other hand off my breast and put it over my mouth so that the people inside the bar don’t hear me. Not that he leaves my breasts alone. Now that he’s got my shirt all pushed up, he can put his mouth on them instead. He licks and sucks and scrapes his teeth over my nipples like he’s starving, and I’m helpless, caught between his fingers and his mouth, screaming my pleasure into the palm of his hand. JJ speeds up his fingers. “There we go, c’mon, you’re so close, I can feel it… come for me… c’mon, baby girl….” His thumb rubs at my clit and that’s it. I come so hard I’m almost embarrassed, sobbing and squirming. My vision blurs and I feel completely out of control of my body as I’m wracked with pleasure. Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck. I didn’t know it was even possible to come that hard. “Christ, you’re so fucking hot. Look at you. Gorgeous. Such a good girl for me.” JJ’s praise has me glowing. He pulls back and stands up, undoing his pants, and a shiver of heat runs through me again. I just came, the aftershocks shaking my body, but I’m still needy. I want him to fuck me. If that’s what he can do to me with his fingers, I’m desperate to know what he’ll do with his cock. JJ pulls his cock out and rolls on a condom. My mouth waters. I push myself up and lean in, mouthing at it, licking up and down the shaft. JJ groans, his hand sliding into my hair. “Such a good girl, showing initiative.” Wow, I am really into how he talks to me, all purring praise. “That’s it, get it nice and wet so I can fuck you—oh, fuck yes.” I suck at the head of his cock, just a little bit, just the tip, and JJ growls. “Don’t be a tease or I’ll slide the whole thing down your throat.” I moan instinctively and he smirks. “Yeah, you like it a little rough, huh? Tempting. Very tempting. But not tonight. I want to get inside you.” I pull back and spread my legs out, pushing one of my knees up. “Please.” JJ chuckles and crawls over me, settling between my thighs. I can feel the head of his cock nudge up against my entrance. “Hold on.” He takes off his jacket, revealing firm, broad, muscled arms. I can feel my eyes go wide. He could probably pick me up one-handed, no problem. JJ folds his jacket and puts it under my head, then hands me the sleeve of it. “Bite down on that, okay?” I nod. It’s a smart idea, since I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep quiet, but the idea of having his leather jacket in my mouth is also insanely hot. It’s also very sweet of him to think to use it as a cushion for my head. We haven’t even finished the sex yet, and JJ’s already the most courteous guy I’ve ever hooked up with. Then he slides inside of me and all thoughts are just pushed right out of my head. I have to bite down on the jacket sleeve immediately, the taste of leather flooding my mouth, as a cry escapes me. JJ braces his hands on either side of my head and fucks me hard and fast, and just a little rough, but not like he’s just using me as a hole. A lot of guys can fuck rough and fast, but not a lot of them can do it with actual technique, and JJ seems to know exactly the angle and speed to have me screaming around the leather and jerking my hips up to meet his thrusts. My brain feels like it’s goo, and actually so does my spine, as I whimper and my vision blurs. I can’t even grab on to him properly; my hands go limp, my fingers twitch, and my body is out of control with pleasure. I didn’t know it was possible for my body to feel this amazing. It’s like he’s found three different spots I didn’t know existed and all of them make my body light up. JJ groans and drops onto his elbows, kissing along my neck. “You feel so fucking good, sweetheart, fuck.” He speeds up, somehow fucking me even faster, and everything turns into white-hot uncontrollable pleasure. My legs jerk up, wrapping around JJ’s waist, wanting him closer, deeper, wanting more and more and more of that almost unbearable ecstasy-- I moan as he stops, buried deep inside of me, and rolls his hips. It feels so good, but I was so close, why—why did he stop-- “Fuck, you feel so good. Can’t let this be over too soon. You’re so hot—so tight—” JJ pulls out and thrusts hard and rough a few more times, and then buries himself in me and stops again, rolling his hips, his cock completely inside of me and just dragging over and over against those spots of pleasure. He repeats it a few more times, the start and stop of it driving me insane. I claw at him mindlessly, my hips jerking up in desperation. I need to come, I’m right on the edge and I know I could go over if he would just stop toying with me. And yet, I don’t want it to end. This is the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. This is pleasure I didn’t know I could feel, and part of me doesn’t want it to ever stop. Finally, JJ seems to give in to his own desperation. He swears through gritted teeth and fucks me with abandon, wild and animalistic, and the feeling of it—I can’t stop myself, I can’t control it—I go right over the edge. My orgasm takes me by surprise. I’ve been almost there for so many minutes that I almost forgot that I could spill over. I can feel tears sliding down my face as I come, the feeling so fucking good that I can’t hold it in and I have to literally cry about it. That’s never happened to me before. I’ve heard from other girls about “coming so good I cried,” but I figured it was just an exaggeration, because how could you ever have an orgasm that good? Turns out I was wrong. It’s fully possible, if you’re with a man who knows what he’s doing. JJ grunts and comes, hard; and I can feel it inside of me even with the condom on. I have a sudden flash of desire for there to be nothing between us; for him to fill me up with his hot, sticky spend; and to feel an aftershock of orgasm roll through me. That would be so dirty and naughty. I’ve never given in to that fantasy, for health reasons, but fuck…. We pant together, both basking in the power of our climax. Fuck. Eventually, JJ pulls the sleeve out of my mouth and lazily kisses me, almost like it’s a thank you. “How do you feel?” “Mmm. Amazing.” I grin up at him. “Thanks for that.” “Well, you weren’t so bad yourself.” JJ winks at me and then pushes himself up, sliding out of me. He disposes of the condom and tucks himself back in, then helps me set my clothes back right. Unfortunately with my short skirt, I think it’s a bit ruined. I tie JJ’s jacket around my waist for the time being. “I’ll get you a drink at the bar and then we can get you to your car so nobody sees.” It’s once again more thoughtful than any of my previous hookups or boyfriends have been. JJ doesn’t want me to feel embarrassed or to get comments, and I appreciate it, but anyone else I’ve been with didn’t care or thought it was funny. I really don’t know what to do with being treated so well. “Thank you.” “No problem.” We head back inside, and JJ leads me to the bar with his hand on the small of my back. He has such a commanding presence, even with everyone caught up in the music from the band, they sense him and move out of the way, parting like the Red Sea. It makes me shiver. “One whiskey sour,” JJ orders, then passes me some napkins so I can discreetly clean myself up. His body blocks me from others and I can take care of things under his jacket. Once I’m finished, I hand his jacket back. “Thank you.” “Don’t mention it.” “There you are!” Another guy slides over and claps JJ on the shoulder. “Geez, JJ, we’ve been looking for you everywhere. One of the bassists from the last band wanted to talk to you.” “You play music?” I ask. “This guy is one of the best I ever met,” JJ’s friend assures me. “Our band—” “She doesn’t want to hear about the band.” “Of course I want to hear about the band.” I know that indie performers need all the help they can get. “Hey, could I get—” I’m about to say your CD or something like that—even in this day and age, with Bandcamp and Spotify, bands will have demo CDs to hand out to people—but JJ’s face shuts down faster than I can blink, growing cold and impassive. “No, thank you,” he says, and it’s so different from the charming and courteous, sexy man I just fucked, that I literally take a step back in shock. JJ looks at his friend. “Yeah, I’ll see that bassist,” he says, and then he practically drags his friend away from me without a second glance. What… what the fuck was that? |