“Are you guys still sold on the shared nanny/lover thing?” Cade asked from the back seat. “That didn’t go so well last time.”
Cade was the baby of the group. He’d only been around for one nanny, not including Jordan, and he only slept with the last nanny once. For a while, he was still convinced he could have his own relationship and still balance everything else working and fatherhood required. He was shocked at first to learn that we shared women, but grew accustomed to the idea relatively quickly. We didn’t blame him for costing us the last nanny, but when he got involved with her, she became too engrossed with him, and started to ignore the kids and the other guys.
It wasn’t as if I didn’t get it. We were a good looking group of men, but Cade probably boasted the best looks. He had a slender form compared to the rest of us who were more muscular, a form he got from running. He had scratch-free, chocolate skin, and deep brown eyes that could read deep into people, which he needed in his job as a prosecutor. He was obscenely intelligent, and didn’t miss a beat.
“Maybe you’ve forgotten what happened last time you tried to have a girlfriend,” Oliver responded. “Went over real well when you found her with your friend’s dick up her ass.”
“God,” I hissed. “You’re a behemoth.”
Oliver flicked me off. “It’s true. Besides, even though I’m clearly the best of the six of us, when I get to share a girl with you guys, I really turn it on.”
“And you’re humble,” Cade joked and we laughed.
We arrived at Ethan’s and helped ourselves inside. One of Ethan’s rules for the Single Dad Club was that we all have keys to one another’s homes. It was partially so that if one guy had to take care of multiple kids, it could be done with ease, but it was also so that any guy could jump in when one of them was with their woman, and wanted to throw a friend into the mix. We were skeptical at first, but it proved to be useful.
“In the den,” Ethan called out.
We found Ethan in his den, the only part of his house where his boys weren’t allowed to play. He’d broken out a bottle of whisky and had poured a few glasses. We each grabbed one and found a spot to sit.
“So, tell us about her,” I initiated, once we were all settled.
Ethan passed handed a folder to Cade. “Her name is Jordan Kent. She’s got a bachelor’s degree in Child Psychology and an associate’s degree in Early Childhood Development.”
Oliver let out a loud, exasperated groan. “Are we seriously gonna do this?”
“What’s wrong with you?” Ethan asked.
Oliver rolled his eyes. “You know that we aren’t worried about her education.”
“I am,” I responded to him.
Cade passed the folder that Ethan had given him to me. I opened it to a picture of Jordan and gasped immediately. She had long blond hair and ethereal eyes. She was beautiful, but she reminded me of Eva, my ex-wife. She was definitely my type, and my cock started to react to that fact as I looked her over, but my heart raced, unsure of how to feel. I loved my wife until the day I lost her, and wasn’t sure of my ability to remain objective around her. It scared me wondering what Trey might think of her.
“You okay, Harrison?” Cade asked.
I looked up, unsure of how long I’d been staring. I slapped the folder closed and handed it over to Oliver. “I’m fine.”
Oliver let out a hollow whistle. “This will do just fine.”
“What do you two think of her?” Ethan asked, ignoring Oliver.
I opted not to respond. I wasn’t sure what to say. I was often the quiet one in the group, choosing observation over conversation, so when I didn’t reply, Ethan didn’t push it. He turned his gaze to Cade who nodded with approval.
“Reading through her credentials, I think she’ll be great for the kids. They really need a woman around,” he explained.
Oliver tossed the folder onto the coffee table in the center of the seating area. “Is that seriously all you guys are thinking about? Her college education?” He looked at Ethan. “What did she say about the other part of the job?”
Ethan sighed. “We didn’t get that far. Don’t forget we started this club to find a nanny for the kids, not to find a nanny for ourselves.” Oliver opened his mouth to protest, but Ethan continued. “I know that we’ve all gone without for a few months, and believe me, no one is thinking more about ending that dry spell than me, but we have to exercise a bit of restraint. For the kids.”
“The kids will be fine, Ethan, but if I don’t get some pussy soon, I’m going to get fired for police brutality,” Oliver snapped back.