Chapter Six—Pete

“Damn! Someone looks like they had a good time,” I said as the elevator doors opened and I saw Katie on the other side.

Katie had been with us for two weeks, and so far, she really seeemed to be enjoying her time not only with us, but the twins, too. Rick did complain that she wasn’t Bianca, but I would say she was fitting in nicely.

She ran to me, leaving the twins near in their playpen, and smiled as her dark eyes glowed. “I have a surprise for you.”

She took my hand, and like a kid on Christmas day, taking her lead, I ran with her. I didn’t object and I must admit, I was excited even though I had no idea why she was so excited.

Steven gave me a smile as he saw me look down on them from the pen, but Rachel gave a frown. She knew I wasn’t Rick. It was as if the little one had a sixth sense or something, and only saved her smiles for her dad.

“Watch!” Katie whispered as she took Rachel out and then put her on the rug. It was then that I noticed as Katie stretched out her little hands to be pulled out, the twins or rather Rachel, could do something new.

“Yes, Rachel we’re going to show Daddy what you can do.”

I was about to correct her and tell her I wasn’t Rick, but before the words even left my mouth, I realized what she was so excited about. Rachel sat on the floor, then with her back to me, she spun around and then started to crawl to my feet with all the confidence in the world.

“Holy—”

I stopped myself from swearing, because if Rick heard me, he would kill me. Besides I didn't want my nephew and niece’s first words to be a curse word. No, I would never live it down, and I would hate myself for it. She reached my feet, then I could see her bright eyes go dark as she took it a step further and tried to stand up. Every time she did, I couldn’t help but smile at her.

“See, I told you. Nearly six months, impressive, right?”

My head spun to Katie, but then I got distracted as her low top revealed her breasts which were on display. It was as if she realized they were on display and then quickly shot up. I felt like a jerk for noticing it, but I couldn’t help myself.

“You had a haircut?” I quizzed as she took the frustrated Rachel from my leg as she pounded on it, as if it was my feet’s fault that she couldn’t stand up.

“No.” She smiled and then as Rachel wrestled with her, Rachel attempted this time, not to go for my leg, but the sofa. She was so bright, I watched as she wiggled with her pampers on display in her pink baby dress as she crawled to the sofa and then once again, she tried to stand up.

“She’s so determined. It’s amazing.” Katie smiled as her focus was on Rachel, but mine was on her.

She looked different, but I couldn’t figure out what it was.

“Dyed your hair then?” I said still trying to figure out why she looked different. If she hadn’t cut it, then what was it?

“No,” she said again, and she must have realized she was being cold whenever I talked about her hair, so she sighed as she drew closer toward me. “I wouldn’t cut my hair. I used to wear it short when I was younger, and Ben would always say that I looked like a boy, so I stopped. I didn’t even think about doing it since we’d been together.”

Fuck me!

I realized why she looked different, she had her hair down. At the same time, I thought Ben was such a jerk. How can a beauty like Katie ever look like a boy? Her perky nose and thin jaw line and long neck—and every time I saw it, I wanted to nibble it. A strange fetish that I’d never possessed in my life. Maybe, because apart from our mom, I’d never lived with a woman.

Even if she was being hired to look after the twins, I didn’t think of her as staff. No, the twins loved her like crazy, even if the first week she refused to eat with us, now she felt as if she was part of the family.

A strange feeling for someone who hardly knew.

“This Ben was a J.E.R.K. You shouldn’t think about what he used to say to you. You’re beautiful. I couldn’t imagine you looking like anything but the flower you are, even if you cut your hair.”

I decided to rescue Rachel before she screamed at the top of her lungs and scared the living daylights out of everyone in L.A. She had a mouth… a very big mouth. When she was as frustrated as she was, like a volcano, she would turn red as she was doing right now, and then explode like one.

She struggled as if her life depended on it as I held her in my arms. I knew there was only one reason she was doing it—she was sleepy.

“It’s her naptime, that’s why she’s cranky.”

Steven, on the other hand, was fast asleep, and she put a blanket over him. Rachel had to leave before she woke her brother up.

Katie ignored Rachel’s struggles, and she took her in her arms and headed toward her room. She put the baby monitor in her back pocket, and I followed her like a lost child. I watched as she started whispering and comforting Rachel. No more was she frustrated and screaming. No, she was calming down as Katie blew into her ears. The more she blew, the more Rachel calmed down.

It was interesting and amazing watching her. I couldn’t take my eyes of her; she was a natural and as much as I thought Bianca was the right one for the twins, I could see, Katie was excellent with them.

She laid the sleepy Rachel in her crib, and as quick as she entered, once again she put the blanket over her, and grabbed the other baby monitor.

She smiled at me, her dark eyes looked relieved as we both backed away, and she closed the door. Once she shut the door, I couldn’t help myself. For some reason, I pressed my lips on hers, without warning and without an invitation.

I expected her to protest, tell me I was out of order, as I realized my invasion and decided it wasn’t gentlemen like, and I should have asked permission or something. She was the twins nanny, not some girl I just met in the bar.

She said nothing as I pulled away, so this time, I crushed my face against her, sandwiching her body between the door and my chest. My tongue explored her mouth greedily, darting and teasing, while my fingers prowled along her shoulders, her back, and the nape of her neck.

That neck.

The sexy one, in which I’d wanted to nibble and kiss from the first time I met her. She kissed me back as best she could, I knew I was too powerful. I should have been gentle, but I couldn’t help showing my passion and possession in which I had over her.

I was getting harder by the second, as we started to bang on the door. I could tell we were making too much noise, but I didn’t care, as she wrapped her arms over me, dropping the baby monitor she had in her hand.

It made a loud crashing sound, and we both paused, wondering if we woke one of the twins up.

Nothing.

We decided to carry on what we started, until we heard a scream. We’d woken Rachel up. I pulled away, knowing I had to go to my room and she had to see to Rachel. I had to get rid of this hard-on, which was throbbing so badly and it started from the moment I saw the nanny’s tits and I nearly held them in the palm of my hands.