And mine.
"Oh, yes," she cried out as she slid her pussy back and forth across my face, leaving me coated with her juices and her scent. Her moves grew wilder, more erratic as I teased her clit and her holes. "Oh!" She bucked up when my tongue found her puckered asshole and then sat back down with a low growl. "Xavier, so good." She fucked my face with reckless abandon, pushing back on the one finger buried deep in her backdoor until her orgasm exploded.
I stroked my cock while I lapped up her sweetness and drowned in her juices.
Eventually, her legs stopped trembling, and she rolled away and collapsed beside me, chest still heaving as a laugh escaped. "That was so hot... I can't believe I did that and enjoyed itso much! It was really, really hot." Her gaze slid to me, and her eyes widened. "Did I hurt you? Are you okay?"
I grabbed her hand and wrapped it around my cock. "Do I seem okay?"
Heat flared in her eyes immediately. "I think I know exactly what you need." She squeezed me again, and after a quick ninja move, she was sliding down the length of my cock, clenching me in a vise grip.
"That's just what I need, Rosalee. Fuck. Feels so good." She rode me hard and fast, her orgasm coming quick and rough.
It felt so good, I needed more. Harder and faster. I flipped our positions, pounding into her harder and faster, so deep she felt like a part of me as I gripped her throat and she pinched her nipple and mine, triggering another orgasm just as my own hit. "Yes, oh my God, yes!"
It was the hottest damn thing I'd ever seen, the way her body jerked and convulsed with another orgasm.Fucking gorgeous.She was so beautiful, so sweet and dirty at the same time. She was someone I could do this with forever.
I rolled off her and gave her my back, unable to cope with the thoughts and feelings running through my mind. I couldn't be feeling things for Rosalee. Not because she was my nanny and not because she was significantly younger than me. It was because I couldn't—or wouldn't—have feelings for any woman ever again.
Period.
Rosalee's gentle hand landed on my back, but she quickly pulled it back as if she somehow knew what I was thinking. The bed shifted a few minutes later, and the sound of her bare feet on the floor faded until she was at the door. And then on the other side of the door.
I relaxed only when I heard her bedroom door close. I felt like an asshole, but a panicked asshole who was starting to feel things I shouldn't.
It was best she left before anybody got hurt.
Chapter 20
Rosalee
While the storm continued to rage outside for two days, there was one raging inside the cabin as well. I didn't know what was going on with Xavier, didn't understand the reason for his sudden withdrawal, and I couldn't pretend it didn't hurt. It was so swift that I'd nearly gotten whiplash, especially since he hadn't been out of my body a full minute before he gave me his back and remained silent.
Thankfully, Xavier was on shift today, so it was just me and Violet enjoying a day inside while the ground got packed down with fluffy white snow. She stumbled around the living room, crawling and on the verge of taking her first steps, and I was so excited to see it that it overshadowed anything else I might've felt. I couldn't deny that thoughts of Xavier invaded my mind on and off all day, but the bright spot that was Violet was the perfect remedy.
Had I done something wrong, something he didn't like? Had I angered him or battered his ego by getting on top and taking initiative? I couldn't figure out what it was. One second he was staring down at me like I was pretty much perfect, like heactually liked me on top of desiring me, and the next second it was like he hated that he'd just been inside of me.
It hurt.
So damn much.
I straightened and turned a smile on Violet. The new Rosalee didn't care if she had done something wrong. Xavier hadn't said anything, and I wasn't a mind reader, so really, it was his problem, not mine. I refused to beat myself up about it, and eventually, the hurt I felt would fade. In time.
"Ba b aba. Baba!" Violet's sweet baby chatter put a smile on my face.
"I'm looking at you, Vi. What do you want to show me?" My voice held a hint of excitement, which lit the fire of excitement in her eyes too. "Come on, show me what you got, little girl!"
She laughed and pulled herself up using the edge of the coffee table for leverage. When her legs were steady, she released the table as if she just knew what to do.
"Go on, Violet. You're doing great."
Her rosebud lips curled into a smile, and she turned to me, taking one step and then another and another before she plopped down on her bottom. "Ba ga-ga," she replied with an adorable pout.
"That's okay. Come on, come to Rosalee." I smacked my thighs to get her attention, and it worked.
Violet pushed up once again, taking hesitant steps that grew more confident with each one until she was in my arms.
"What a good girl you are! First steps, and not even one yet!" I squeezed her tight, pride welling up in my chest with a love for this little girl that I knew wasn't healthy. Violet wasn't mine to love; she was mine to care for during the day.
