EroticReverie

Rio Reigns 

It’s fucking infuriating how well Cooper and the entire fucking family just adores her at the drop of a hat. Of course I want my son to like his nanny, but they’re already best friends, and I haven’t seen him take a liking to any new person as quickly as he did with Daisy. Where I usually sit beside him at dinner he demanded she sit in my place so he could sit next to her. What a little traitor. 

Everyone around the table keeps giving me looks when they see how close my son already is to the new nanny. I just scowl at them and roll my fucking eyes , because they don’t have to even say it , I can hear their “I told you sos” loud and fuckjng clear without them saying a word. 

Daisy isn’t on the clock, but she makes sure after dinner that she’s keeping Cooper entertained. Laughing and talking to him as if he’s a tiny adult and not just a kid. 

“Told you she’d be great.” Demi says as she nudges me at my side as I watch my son play tag with her in the backyard. 

“Mhm.” I say. Not wanting to tell her I wish her friend was less hot and distracting.  That it’d be better if she didn’t send me a totally fuckable nanny. 

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On the way home , she sits in the back of the truck with Cooper and they play some kind of game with their hands , trying to smack the tops of each others hands or something.  

Once we get inside I tell Cooper to tell her goodnight and then take him upstairs and get him a bath and then put him to bed. 

I don’t know why it surprises me to see her downstairs when I come down an hour later. She’s living here after all and I can’t expect her to stay in her fucking room all the time. 

She’s already changed, in a pair of white sleep shorts with rainbows and unicorns on them and a white tank top with flimsy little fucking straps that let me know she’s not wearing a bra because I don’t see any straps. She’s tucked into the corner of the couch her feet on the couch , knees to her chest and a book in her hands. Her hair is in a ponytail , high on the crown of her head, dangling to one side as she slips the page and then lifts her eyes. She meets my eyes and gives me a small little smile. 

I just stand there. Staring at her. If she wasn’t the nanny, and wasn’t twenty three , I’d rip her clothes off and bend her over and let my four year drought without sex come to a fucking end. 

It’s not that I couldn’t get laid. There were more than a few women around here that had offered me a good time, and others who had tried to less subtly get in my bed.  But I didn’t want a relationship and I didn’t believe that no strings sex really fucking existed. There were always some kind of strings. And I didn’t want to complicate my life anymore than it already was. I didn’t want another Shelly situation. I didn’t want any kind of situation , period. I could handle two months with Daisy. It’d be fucking annoying , I’m sure. But I tell myself having a hot nanny isn’t so bad. That at least I’ll have something pretty to look at it, even if I can’t fucking touch it. 

“You gonna stand there and stare at me all night Ranch Daddy?” She cocks her head and closes her book. 

I snarl slightly and she laughs. 

“I can go to my room if my presence pisses you off that much.” She says. 

I huff and she rolls her eyes and goes to stand. 

“Sit.” I say and she pauses and lets her legs swing over the side and to the floor and sets her book down. 

“What’d I tell you about barking orders at me like I’m your dog?” She asks and I grumble. 

“You don’t have to leave the room. I’m just, not fuckin used to having someone else here. That’s all.” I say and walk over to the recliner instead of the couch. It sits near the end of the couch where she is and I try not to look at her long legs as she tucks them back onto the couch, angling them towards the other ends as she leans on the arm of the couch and props her elbow on it and be chin in her hand. 

“So, how was your day?” she asks. 

My brows pinch. “What?” 

She laughs and I know it must be the tone of my response , I sound grumpy and offended that she’d ask. Even though it’s a simple and basic question. 

“Your day. How was it?” She laughs and looks at me with a little raise of both of her brows. 

“Why?” I ask and she sighs and rolls her eyes. 

“I don’t know Rio, because I’m trying to be nice. Trying to make conversation. That’s what adults do?” She says and I grumble. 

“Youre practically a teenager” I grumble and she laughs. 

“I’m twenty three, hardly a teenager.” She says. 

“Close enough.” I grumble. 

“Does daddy need a drink? He sounds cranky” she says and my lips thin as I glare at her and she gives me a grin. I don’t bother to tell her again to quit calling me that, because I know that’s just gonna make her keep doing it. 

“I can get my own damn drink.” I say and go to stand and she’s already up and her hand pushes at my shoulder. 

“Sit.” She says and lift my eyes from her bare feet , up her long legs and her stupid short and her tank top. My nostrils glaring as I see not just a pair of hard nipples, but other little bumps beside those nipples. Are her fucking tits pierced?

“Not your dog, Daisy” I growl at her as my eyes reach hers and she smiles and gives me a small pat on my head. 

“Yeah, but you’re gonna be a good boy and listen anyways” she says and I growl at her as she laughs and saunters to the kitchen. 

“Bourbon?” She calls and I can see her from the open concept of the house.

I give a grunt. 

“I’ll assume that Ranch Daddy talk for , yes please Daisy that sounds lovey” she says and I roll my eyes and sit back and relax into my seat. 

She brings the bourbon and two glasses and sets them down on the coffee table and pours me a glass, a little more than I’d usually drink at the end of the night, but fuck it. I take the glass. 

“Thank you” I say as my fingers brush hers and she smiles. 

“Wow. No grunt?” She teases and I glare at her and she laughs and pours herself the same amount.

“You drink bourbon?” I ask. 

“Why?” She asks. “You got stuff to make me a fruity little drink in the kitchen?” 

I huff. Fair point. 

“Nope” I say and take a sip of my drink and relax even further as I lick the taste of it from my lips. 

“Yeah. Didn’t think so. And even if you did, I prefer my alcohol straight. Too many extra calories when you add all the mixers.” She says and my eyes lift up and down. 

“You don’t look like you need to think about calories” I say and she laughs. 

“Yeah. Well. I suppose that because I do worry about them.” 

“You some kind of health nut?” I ask and she smirks as she curls herself again and smiles.

“Health nuts don’t put garbage in the bodies.”

She says. 

“You calling my bourbon garbage?” I ask and she shrugs. 

“So what if I am?” She teases and takes a sip, she makes a small face but swallows it down surprisingly well. 

“So, how was your day?” She asks.

I sigh. 

“Good.” I say because what the hell else was there to say? People didn’t ask that question expecting an honest answer.

“Was it really?” She asks and I look at her. She’s not giving me a smug little smile or tiny grin, she looks, genuinely interested? 

I heave a heavy sigh and take another drink. 

“Broken fences up near the north side of the ranch, those fences are a right pain in my fucking ass.” I grumble. 

“They break often?” She asks and I shake my head. “No but when they do it’s always gotta be at the worst fucking times.” I exhale and surprise myself at unloading my frustrations to her. 

“I suppose there’s never a good time for shit to go wrong.” She says and takes another sip of her own drink 

“No. Suppose you’re right about that.” I say and look at her. But she’s just staring off and thinking to herself. Then she looks back. 

“I don’t know much about ranch stuff, other than little things Demi has told me, or stuff I see on tv shows” she says. 

At that I almost smile. 

“And what have tv shows taught you?” I ask. 

She smiles slightly. 

“That ranchers always have water troubles.” She says and I cock and brow and nod once in confirmation. 

“That you’re up at the ass crack of morning and hardly get any sleep, that there’s never a day off and it’s a full time job when you’re in charge. That’s there’s never enough time in the day to have a balanced life.” She says and I feel my chest tighten because she’s right. It never feels like there’s enough fucking time. Yes I get to spend time with Cooper, but nearly as much as I’d like. And hobbies don’t exist. There’s no time for a good time it seems.

“It’s also taught me that men look damn good in cowboy hats and chaps and boots” she says and at that I give an almost laugh. I school my face to fight the smile and she smirks but doesn’t call me out on the fact she made me almost laugh. 

“And how was your day?” I find myself asking and she smiles a bit more and cocks a brow. 

“You asking cause you really care or cause you think it’s the polite thing to do?” She asks. 

“What about me makes you think I care about being polite?” I ask her. 

“You pulled my chair out at the coffee shop.” She shrugs. 

I grunt and she laughs. 

“My day was good. Actually good. I went for a run this morning, it was nice , normally I go to the gym to run or use my treadmill at home, but it was really nice to run outside, it’s beautiful up here. Quiet. Peaceful. Normally when I run at home or the gym, my mind is still filled with all the bullshit but running out here, it’s like the mountains and the scenery refuse to let you stress about things. It heals something without you asking it to. I don’t know, does that make sense?” She asks with another cock of her head and I nod because I don’t want to talk. And I’m not sure why but I like listening to her talk. Her voice. She talks a lot. It should be annoying. I like peace and quiet. I’m used to peace and quiet. But the sound of her voice in my quiet home sounds like a soundtrack that’s been missing and I try to ignore the feeling that I get of missing of having someone to talk to that wasn’t my brothers or father. Because let’s face it, women just listened better. They paid attention and actually heard what you were saying and even the things you werent. 

“I can see why Demi loves it here. I thought she was crazy to move here from the city, even if the city isn’t big a bustling like the bigger cities. But I can see why she prefers this. It’s nice here.” She says and I watch her take another sip and my eyes go to the way she licks her lips as she just looks around the house and then her eyes come back to mine. 

“So you’re in charge of the ranch now, right?” She asks and I know she gathered that from talk at dinner, or maybe Demi told her. I nod once. 

“I am” I answer. 

“Is it out of obligation or did you actually want to take over?” She asks and takes another sip. 

I think about it. Nobody really has ever asked me. But maybe they just knew. 

“Both.” I answer. 

“I’ve always loved it here. I know this is where I’m meant to be. This is it for me. This is the life I want. I’m glad to take over.” I say and she nods. 

“That’s good. It suits you.” She says and her voice is soft and kind. 

“Suits me, huh?” I answer and she smiles now and nods. 

“Yeah. If I were to make my own ranch movie, you’re exactly the man I’d picture for the lead role. Tough, tall, and grumpy as hell.” She says and I give another almost laugh. 

“Why ARE you so grumpy?” She asks. 

“I’m not.” I grumble and she laughs. 

“Right. Right. My mistake.” She says and her eyes are on mine. 

“Can I ask you a personal question?” She asks and my mouth dries up. 

“Why do I have a feeling you will anyways?” I ask her with another cocked brow and take a sip of my drink. 

“Are you single by choice?” She asks.

“Yes.” I answer simply and she hums. 

“Figured.” She says. 

“Why’s that?” I ask. She gives a little huff of a laugh. 

“Because there’s no way someone that looks like you couldn’t throw a rock and find at least a dozen women interested in wiping that scowl off your face in the bedroom.” She says and my dick pulses. 

“But I’m grumpy. Women don’t like that.” I say and she rolls her eyes. 

“Oh yes they do.” She says. “Grumpy is different than mean. And you’re not mean. Kind of an ass. But not actually mean.” She says and I huff.

“You don’t know me at all sweetheart” 

She smirks. 

“I think I do. At least a little.” She says and takes a sip of her drink. 

“When’s the last time you let a woman take of you?” She asks and I lift a brow. 

“I don’t need a woman to take care of me. I’m doing just fine on my own.” I say. 

“No.” She says and sets down her drink. 

“I mean…funny stuff” she says and my throat tightens and it’s hard to swallow. 

“None of your concern.” I say. 

She smiles softly. 

“That long huh? Is that why you’re grumpy or were you always this way?” She asks. 

“I’ve always been this way.” I say which is mostly true. 

“It’s been a year since I’ve had sex.” She says and I struggle to not break the glass in my hand. 

“And you’re telling me why?” I ask. Trying not to think about her having sex. How could a woman like that not be getting fucked on the regular? She deserved sex. Lots of it. 

She shrugs. “We were on the topic.”

“YOU were on the topic” I say and she laughs and hums and picks her glass back up and tosses the rest of it back. I watch her throat work and her tongue swipe her lips and then she looks at me. 

“Im a pretty straightforward woman Rio. So , I’m letting you know, that if you need me to. I’d let you work your stress out on me after a long day if you needed to.”

This fucking woman. 

“Youre twenty three” I growl at her. 

“I sure am Ranch Daddy.” She says with a little wink and stands and I suck in a small breath and grip my glass as she walks over and stands in between my legs as I look up at her. 

“Just think about it.” She says and I growl slightly and she smirks. 

I look at he rainbow and unicorn covered shorts and they’re just a reminder of how young she is. Not that a woman can’t like cute shit, but they’re just a reminder that even though she’s twenty three, she’s still too fucking young for me. Even if it was just sex. Which it never is. At least not with me. Every woman I’ve taken to bed is one I’ve had feelings for or been dating. As much as I’d always wished I was the kind of man to want meaningless sex just to get off , I wasn’t. Empty sex wasn’t nearly as fucking good as doing it without someone you care about. But Daisy has me thinking otherwise, because I bet I’d really enjoy sinking my cock into her mouth. Her pussy. Her ass. 

“Goodnight Ranch Daddy” she says and leans down and I swallow as she places her hands on my shoulders and leans down and presses a kiss to my cheek. What a little fucking bold devil she is. 

“You know where my room is Rio.” She whispers and kisses my jaw near my ear and I feel my dick harden and then she’s pulling away and smiling and I watch her round ass as it walks to the stairs and up the steps. 

I exhale loudly once I hear the soft click of her door shut and lay my head back. 

“God damnit” I exhale quietly with a grumble to myself.