Chapter 88

Caught in the afterglow, I have no way of knowing which was is up and which is down. My brain is nothing by white-noise. My body is a pleasant goo.

Neil’s spend is hot on my torso. His breathing is labored.

When he says, “Fuck,” again, it sounds less sexy, and more really pissed off.

“Neil?”

“What the hell did I do?”

He reaches forward and snatches the shirt away from my eyes. I blink against the sudden blinding lights in the room. He wipes his spend away from my skin with his shirt and then steps off the bed.

I never get to catch a peak of what he’s carrying. He’s already tucked away with his zipper up.

He walks straight to the trash can and throws the soiled shirt away. I could have washed it, but I don’t mention that now.

He pushes his hands through his hair as if he’s trying to manage it into some kind of order. The strands are chaotic, falling in every direction.

His eyes are wildly shifting around the room. He is still shirtless and every muscle on him looks tense as a coiled spring.

“Neil, it’s okay.”

He startles at the sound of my voice and looks at me like he’s seeing me for the first time. After a moment, he recovers. At least enough to speak.

“Cover up, would you?”

I motion toward my shredded clothes littering the floor. “With what?”

“Now isn’t the time for one of your little rebellious outbursts, Chloe.”

Oh. Oh, hell, no.

What is with these asshole brothers? So hot in the moment and then they back off like I kicked their puppy or something. I have never kicked a dog in my life!

I was so tired of letting them get away with treating me like shit.

“You didn’t seem to mind my rebellious outburst when you were jacking off onto my chest.”

A switch or something flips in his brain, and he fully completes the transition into asshole Hayes. He stands straighter. His eyes narrow. His chin lifts with that self-righteous distain I loathe.

“Done fucking the nanny, so now you want to run and hide, huh?” I snap.

His frown deepens.

For one beautiful moment, fire flicks in his gaze, and I think the man I have just spend an incredible hour with might be coming back. Yet, just as quickly as it arrived, a wash of coldness douses it away.

“Clean yourself up.” He starts for the door. On his way he kicks my book to the side. “And get rid of this trash.”

“You’re a prick, Neil!” I shout.

“Noted.” He doesn’t glance as he’s in and out the door so fast, I barely see it open, it’s closed so quickly behind him.

Absolute raging bastard. Gives me an amazing time, has me horny out of my mind, shatters my world with an orgasm, and then runs away.

Typical Hayes.

Although, at least this one let me cum. No, he ordered it.

I shivered, my body initially perking up again at the memory.

“This is your fault,” I growled at my own body. If I could control my lust around the Hayes brothers for two minutes, I wouldn’t be in this mess.

I roll off the bed and head into the bathroom. I spend twenty full minutes trying to wash away any trace of Neil. It’s overkill. Most everything washed away in the first 30 seconds. But I don’t feel better until I’m letting the scalding hot water peel away my skin.

It’s fine. Neil didn’t penetrate me. He just jerked off. It really isn’t that big of a deal. I came, and he came. Fair’s fair.

It’s not like he would ever bring it up again. He looked so mortified just now, I doubted he would even want to be in the same room with me ever again, let alone mention that fact that we’ve traded spit.

When I finish my shower, I change into a pair of loose fitting pants and a t-shirt. I bypass the bra for now. The one Neil ruined had been my favorite.

I sigh and pick up the book off the floor. Neil said to get rid of it, but to hell with him. I can’t help but be curious what other mysteries this book includes. That’s for another day, though. I’ve had more than enough for right now.

I take the book to my dresser and hide it in my underwear drawer. No one should be snooping around in there.

The worst part is, my body is still delightfully tingly. What Neil and I did… It had felt so good. I had felt good. To be blindfolded, to give up that much power… I let Neil have control over me, and Gods help me, I loved every second of it.

If only he could see it for the gift it was, and not something to be ashamed of. Though, since I’m the nanny, I guess any informal interaction with me was a major faux pas. Not that long ago, Neil and Archer got chewed out just for treating me like a person.

I suppose I can’t blame them for not wanting anyone to know they desired me.

Desiring the nanny. Like that’s some terribly thing.

I run a hand through my damp hair, and my stomach growls. I don’t have to pick Mia up from Steven for another hour, but I’m hungry now.

I pump myself up in the vanity mirror. “You got this. Screw these guys.”

I nod to myself and then walk out into the hall.

Beau and Wyatt are sitting at the kitchen island. Beau’s eating a bowl of cereal. He left the milk out.

It looks pretty good so I go to get a bowl of my own.

Beau’s staring at me as I walk into the room. He has kind of a strange look on his face, like he’s trying to fit a bunch of ill-shaped puzzle pieces into place. Then, at once, the confusion dissipates and absolute delight brightens his face.

“Chapter 6?” The smirk on his face is criminal, sharp as any weapon.

My face burns, zero to 100 in a flash.

Beau has his answer. He throws his head back and laughs and laughs.

Wyatt looks up from his notebook. “What? What is it?”

“You can’t smell it?” Beau asks him, when he stifles himself long enough to be able to form words.

“Smell what? I don’t… smell…” Wyatt’s eyes go wide. “Chloe, you whore.”

“What the hell, Wyatt?” I snap. My face is still red, but my embarrassment switches easily to anger instead. “You don’t know what the hell you are talking about!”

“Like hell I don’t,” Wyatt snaps. His words ooze venom. “Gods, you really are just like your slut mother.”

I start around the island, ready to throw down. I’m so sick of everyone’s shit – especially Wyatt’s!

But Beau lifts his arm and cuts me off.

“You better head back to your room and shower again,” Beau says. His eyes sparkled with mischief. “Or three or four times. Seems like Neil really had his fun.”

I jump back, away from his touch. “How would you know?”

“How would I, indeed?” Beau says, giving nothing away.

Wyatt, however, lacks subtly. “You reek.”

“I showered,” I say.

“Honestly, I’m proud of my eldest brother. I truly never thought he had it in him,” Beau says with a small shrug.

No, they have to be messing with me. I mean, I do smell like soap, but so does everyone after a shower.

Still, I’m feeling self-conscious enough that I’m not hungry anymore. Maybe another shower wouldn’t hurt, after all.

I turn and start for the hallway.

A tall, muscled figure suddenly blocks the entire entryway.

He stares down at me, gaze blazing.

“What the fuck did Neil do?”