Naughty Nanny Series-Free Loving (3 page)

            Closing her eyes she let peace and tranquility sink into her skin, giving her inner balance. Despite her earlier worries, this coming year had the promise of being a great experience. Not only was Lorelei delightfully open, but Travis Carter wasn’t bad either. He did have an annoying habit of hovering, but Free suspected he had gone through some horrific nannies before she arrived. He seemed to genuinely care about his niece’s well being, not at all the self-centered, narcissistic actor she had been expecting. It had been a pleasant surprise, but one that now opened up a new concern.

            Had Travis been the unbearable star she had thought he would be, it would have been much easier to dismiss him. But he wasn't. He was open and caring, from all appearances a down to earth person who loved his family and his ranch. That more than anything made him one seriously appealing guy. Throw in his devastating good looks and Free was in serious danger of developing a crush.

            The man was too good to be true! He had the sexiest bedroom eyes, all stormy gray and surrounded by unbelievably thick, long lashes. His hair was honest to goodness coal black, thick and wavy cascading to his shoulders. And man oh man, could he fill out a pair of jeans! She had been hard pressed not to stare at that muscular ass whenever he walked by.   

           
It was a damn good thing I brought my vibrator with me!
Free thought as she exhaled, trying without success to dispel the pent up sexual frustration growing in her body. She only hoped she had enough batteries to make it through the week before they traveled to L.A. Surely he would be far too busy shooting his movie to be a distraction. She couldn’t allow her inexplicable attraction to become an impediment.  Lorelei was her first priority.

*****

            Travis couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. He must still be asleep, having one of the most erotic dreams ever.  He rubbed his eyes, hard, but the vision remained the same. Yesterday, he had suspected Free was hiding one hell of a body underneath those loose clothes, but the reality was something that knocked him flat on his ass. In a word, she was simply stunning. Her dark cocoa skin glowed in the dawn’s early light, her body flowed with soft curves, full and feminine. Her breasts were all natural, high and full, kissed with dark raisin nipples that made his mouth water imagining their taste. She was neither short nor tall, but she was the farthest thing from average imaginable.

            “Ah hell, she’s perfect,” he whispered harshly to his empty room, his hand fisting his aching cock.

            He couldn’t look away as she bent and stretched, going through what appeared to be her morning yoga exercises. She had a full, round ass, tapering down to gracefully formed thighs. She was blissfully unaware anyone was watching as she stood and stretched, reaching toward the sky with her hands. Travis’s hand stroked faster, working his shaft from base to tip using his own precum as lubricant.

            There was no way he could stay away from her, not after seeing what was before him now.

            Then she turned. Her eyes went straight to the sliding door where he stood, watching her.  Bare as the day he was born, masturbating to her early morning ritual.

           
Run!
his mind screamed.
Cover yourself, drop your damn hand, do something!

            But he didn’t. He didn’t stop the movement of his hand, didn’t attempt to cover himself, he didn’t move at all.

            Neither did she. Her stunned eyes went from his face to the rod in his hand and stayed there. Damned if she didn’t lick her lips as he defiantly stroked off as she watched. His skin burned hotter, his movements speeding up. His eyes moved from her face down the contours of her figure stopping at the juncture between her thighs. Oh, shit, she was completely bare! Her puffy labia open to his gaze. He could have sworn there was moisture coating the slit, but it could have been a trick of light or his fevered imagination. Oh, how he wished it was her walls surrounded his pulsating cock instead of his fist. He could almost feel her warm quim welcoming him inside, sucking him in.

            With a muted cry, Travis exploded, his seed gushing in a wild rush.

            Shit! What had he done?

            Free seemed to come to her senses long before he did. With a soft, secret smile she simply walked away, gathering her things and disappearing inside. It wasn’t until she had completely disappeared from sight that Travis could force himself to move. Damn, that had to be  the stupidest thing he had ever done. He would be lucky if she didn’t pack up her things and hightail it out of here.

            He couldn’t let that happen. He didn’t understand the thick undercurrents between him and this woman, but he knew he couldn’t let her leave. And not just for Lorelei either. He wanted the nanny for himself.   

Chapter Five

            Free moaned as she stood under the hot spray of the showerhead, letting the warm water rain down on her shoulders, her head resting on the tiled wall. What just happened? When she turned and saw Travis watching her, dick in hand, she had been unable to move. Her eyes taking in every mouthwatering inch, from the top of his head to the bottom of his manly toes.  Then going back to his groin. And she thought he had been hot in clothes! The man had a body that could make the Greek gods cry, all sculpted and hard. And his cock! Free was in no way an expert on male genitalia, but the organ Travis had been stroking had been thick, and long and just plain beautiful.  She wished it was her hand, better yet, her mouth licking and sucking him deep, making him groan in pleasure as she tasted him.

            The smart thing to have done was run away instead of standing there like an idiot, watching his movements, growing increasingly hot and achy as his large hand expertly moved on his cock. It was a completely natural thing for a man to awaken with a hard on. Just as natural for him to jack off to ease the ache. But the thought that he was masturbating to her made it all the more exciting. And he hadn’t moved away when she turned!  No instead his pace increased as his eyes roamed over her body, taking her all in as she had done him.

            “He probably thinks I’m some kind of groupie,” Free muttered, ducking her head underneath the fall of water. Her body was still tingling with unanswered need, but she was determined NOT to give in and take care of it herself.

            She had to learn to suppress her desire for her employer. If she ran off to use her vibrator every time he got her all hot and bothered, she would be spending the majority of her time locked in her bedroom. Not good – not good at all.

            If only she could get the sight of Travis Carter in full glory out of her mind! Her nipples puckered unbearably hard, the skin pulling tight to angry knots. She cupped her hands over both breasts, squeezing the little nubbins between her fingers, moaning at the sharp zing the action caused. The feelings weren’t going to go away. Keeping one hand alternating between her breasts, she allowed the other to travel down her body in a gentle caress before dipping it to trail across her slit. The wetness gathered there had nothing to do with the water from the shower. Without even touching her, Travis had managed to get her wet and achy when others failed as they fumbled through their actions.  Travis would be different.  With one flick of his thick finger or one swipe of his tongue Free would be coming all around him.

            Moving to her clit, Free teased herself, rubbing without placing pressure against the sensitized flesh. In her mind’s eye, it wasn't her own hand but Travis’. She pinched her clit before slipping two fingers deep inside her pussy. His finger would be thicker, longer than her own. Would he be gentle or a little rough? Maybe a little bit of both. Gasping she rolled her hips in an attempt to ease at least some of the pent up longing. She used her palm to add friction to her clit as she strove toward release. How would she face him and not see his glorious body or that magnificent tool?

            “Ooh! Travis!” The whispered exclamation was more a wish on the wind. Her release was a wild rush of sensations, but it left her oddly empty. Her body was humming with unsatisfied cravings. “I’m going to need more batteries,” she muttered, turning off the water and turning to the foggy glass shower door, she saw a tall dark shadow.

            Opening the shower door, she saw Travis standing at the wide open door to the bathroom and from the looks of the crotch area of the sweats he had on; he had seen and heard it all.

*****

            Travis’s only intention had been to talk to Free. He had knocked on the bedroom door, and fearing the worse when he hadn’t gotten an answer, he had let himself in. The bathroom door hadn’t been closed. He heard the shower, had no excuse for walking over to the door, but he had done it anyway. He wouldn’t blame her for screaming bloody murder, he had no right to stand here gawking at her. It wasn't enough to make him turn around as she emerged from the steamy shower, beads of water slithering down her curves.

            “Um, hi. Can you please hand me a towel?”

            She didn’t sound upset. She made no move to hide her very nice assets from his gaze. Forcing his feet to move, he handed her a towel, watching somewhat regretfully as she wrapped it around her body.

            “If you give me a sec to throw something on, we can have this discussion over coffee,” Free’s tone sounded pleasant, as if nothing at all was wrong. Travis didn’t know how to take that.

            “Uh, yeah,” he grasped for the right words. “I’ll, uh, I’ll go start the coffee.”

            But he still didn’t turn away. He was staring at her like an idiot, but he couldn’t seem to make himself leave.  Instead he wanted to walk up to her and tear the damn towel away from her tempting body so that he could continue to look his fill.  To touch her, taste her.  Travis was brought out of his musings when she started talking again.

            “It’s okay, you know,” she sounded like she was comforting him. Damn it, he had come to smooth things over with her! “I mean, we are both healthy adults. I guess the situation has thrown us both for a little bit of a loop. I can forget about it if you can. I mean, I’m sure the last thing you expected when you woke up this morning was the sight of me naked as a jaybird!”

            No way in hell was he going to forget what was underneath those shapeless clothes she wore. He would never be able to forget how she looked with her head thrown back, her fingers buried deep in her pussy, right where he wanted to bury his tongue.

            “Lorelei usually wakes up around seven-thirty,” Travis informed her with a little more heat than he had intended. But damn it all, he didn’t want to be appeased. He didn’t want to forget this morning. He wanted to see where it could lead. “We have an hour to…talk. I’ll go make the coffee.”

            He stomped away, feeling her shocked gaze following him as he exited the room. That hadn’t gone like he planned at all. On the one hand, at least she hadn’t been packing, so that was a plus. He had been scared shitless she would leave. On the other hand, he really didn’t appreciate the pretense that she hadn’t been as affected by what had happened as he had been. If he needed proof she felt something, he had it after watching her in the shower. It had been his damn name she called out when she came.

            Well if little Miss Free Windsong Summer thought for one second they were just going to brush this under the rug, she had another thing coming.

Chapter Six