Over the Fence Box Set

by Aarons, Carrie

  I walk backward in front of her as she tries to outrun me.

  “Are you always going to try to run every time I want to talk to you? Because it’s going to be mighty hard to tear your thong to pieces—” I break off as she stops dead in her tracks and proceeds to punch me in the arm rather hard..

  “Listen up, golden boy, and listen good. I have no interest in having a conversation with you, nor am I going to drop my panties any time you sniff in my direction. You and I really have nothing in common and I’m far from your usual damsel-slut in distress, so keep your hands off me and leave me alone.”

  God, she’s sexy. Her ponytail drapes sexily over her shoulder as raw anger emanates off of her slim figure and the gleam in her eyes could spark a fire. It was all I could do to keep from hauling her over my shoulder and showing her what I could do with my hands.

  “So you think I’m a golden boy, eh?” I wink at her licking my lips over-enthusiastically.

  For a millisecond Minka’s eyes drop to my mouth and I can see the blatant desire flash in those dark chocolate pools. And then she takes off. I need to sprint to catch up to the vicious pace she’s now keeping. Pulling ahead of her and stopping short, I cut her off, effectively stopping her.

  “Okay look, I’m sorry. I wanted to get your attention and it totally backfired. I promise to keep my hands off of you until you positively beg me for it.” I throw her what I know is my mega-watt smile. “But can you please take me somewhere to clean out these cuts?” I motion to my legs and send up a prayer that my plan to buy more time with her will work.

  “Do I look like your candy striper? You caused your pain, you can surely clean it up.”

  Ah shit, now I’m picturing her wearing a short little red and white striped nurse’s uniform and that really wasn’t doing anything to help my swelling boner. But I really can’t go back to my parents like this. My father would lock me in the house for the rest of the summer for fear of his MLB prodigy getting injured.

  “I can’t go home like this. My dad will have a conniption if he knew I’d been doing anything besides preserving my body for baseball. Seriously, you have to help me.”

  I see a flash of emotion in her eyes; it reminds me of something very close to pity, which makes me scowl. I don’t need this girl’s pity. Minka turns around and starts walking down the path. Just when I think it’s a lost cause, she yells back without looking over her shoulder.

  “Fine, All-Star, you can come over and grab some Band-Aids. I’m warning you though, even think about pulling another stunt like that and you’ll be hurting a lot worse when it comes to things that involve balls.”

  5

  Minka

  Okay, so I caved. But in my defense, Owen was standing there with sweat glistening down his drool-worthy arms. They look like steel encased in tan smooth leather. And his shirt was soaked through so much that I could see it clinging to a six … no, make that eight-pack. It just wasn’t a fair fight.

  And he had this slightly panicked look on his perfect face when he mentioned his father. All of my lady parts were yelling at me, drowning out my common sense. So I agreed to be his candy striper. But I still had my head about me.

  He didn’t have to realize that I’d crumbled with just a glance at his very tight stomach. I was mainly trying to deny how heat had pooled in my belly when I was flush against his perfect body. My lady parts had been entombed about a year ago, never being heard from again and I couldn’t even lie to myself that I wanted the sensations down south to stop.

  And he was making it clear from the get-go what he wanted, not leading me on with a promise of a forever or even a right now. No hope, no chance at getting hurt, right?

  We walk through the front door of my house and I’m just waiting for the comments about how small my moderately sized abode is compared to his parent’s estate. But when I sneak a glance to my right, Owen’s face is neutral as if he doesn’t even notice.

  “You can sit there while I grab some supplies.” I motion to the kitchen table and make my way to the designated medicine cabinet in our kitchen. I grab hydrogen peroxide, cotton balls, gauze, and bandages. Heading for the table I look up and halt. And suddenly there is hydrogen peroxide running into my shoe.

  Sitting backward on a chair, with his big body slumped over the rungs is Owen Axel. Completely shirtless. In my kitchen. I think my mouth is hanging open but I can’t seem to shut it.

  “I … um … oh shit,” I mumble as I feel my sneaker becoming immersed in peroxide. Quickly kneeling down and scooping up my supplies, I make quick work grabbing at the items until a hand stills my arm, slowly taking them from me.

  Cursing the gods for putting this delicious playboy in my path, I painstakingly take my time looking up.

  I first make eye contact with the indented muscles trailing down his stomach and defining his hips. Those crevices can only lead to one place, a place I’ve only been once before with one other boy.

  Next, my stare roams over the expansive muscles of his pecs. My hand is burning to reach out and touch the skin there but I restrain myself. Owen is built, not like a college-age boy, but more like a man. He is, seriously, one of the hottest males I’ve ever seen.

  Finally, I make it up to his eyes, which are now capturing mine with so much heat and amusement that I feel I might just melt into the floor and become a Minka/hydrogen-peroxide pool.

  “You going to nurse me back to health or just ogle me?” Owen drawls, looking down at me with a shit-eating grin on his face.

  With a ticked off snort, I amble to my feet and motion for him to turn his back to me. Starting on his back, I cover a cotton ball in solution and wipe at the nicks marring his sides and back of his arms.

  “Fuck!” He flinches as the dampness stings him.

  “Oh what? The big bad baseball star can’t handle a little sting?”

  “I’ll have you know I once pitched a perfect six innings with a broken thumb. So don’t talk to me about pain.”

  “Fine, we can talk about stupidity. Because that seems severely stupid.” I laugh as he jumps under the sting of the cotton ball as I move to his calves.

  He really does have the perfect body. He is chiseled but lean all-in-one. He has just the right amount of lankiness that I like, but muscles that make it look as if he could throw me over his shoulder and take me to his cave. My insides quiver at the thought of what he could do to me.

  “Well, as much as this stings like a bitch, thanks for taking care of me. You’re actually pretty good at the whole mending my wounds thing.” He flashes those ocean-colored orbs up at me from under his golden-brown lashes and I can feel tingles from the balls of my feet all the way to the base of my neck.

  “I’ve actually considered pursuing nursing when I start applying for college.” Wow, I really must be mesmerized by his eyes because I haven’t told anyone that little tidbit yet. And it surprises me even more that I don’t feel the least bit uncomfortable sharing that very personal choice with Owen.

  “That’s cool.” He nods not catching on that I’ve just given him more of myself than I ever intended to. “Any reason why? Are you like one of those people who is really good at science and math?”

  To be honest, I enjoy English and history much more, but that doesn’t mean I don’t excel in my other subjects. No, nursing is a choice that came to me after a quick trip to the ER in sixth grade. I’d cut my hand on a machine in shop class and the school nurse had sent me to the hospital to get it professionally stitched up.

  My father was working, but I had a sneaking suspicion he couldn’t handle entering the hospital. A nurse named Beth sat with me for four hours helping me through the pain. I want to be able to give others that kind of comfort. But I’m not about to tell Mr. MVP Pitcher all that.

  “I’m actually like one of those people who is really good at school in general. That’s what we mere mortals must do to get by when all-star athletic skills are not bestowed upon us.” And my sarcasm is back to save the day.

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nbsp; I finish bandaging the last cut and walk toward the cabinets to replace the supplies on their shelves.

  I feel him before I hear him behind me. Electricity zips up my spine as he makes contact with my skin, his hand brushing my hair over my shoulder, giving him a better view of my back and neck.

  “Would you like me to show you just what kind of skills I do possess?” Owen breathes against my skin. His lips are so close to the curve in my neck that my flesh physically aches. “I absolutely love your sarcastic mouth. It’s refreshing. But I think I’m going to love shutting you up a lot more.”

  He’s running just his pointer finger up and down the inside of my right arm that now hangs limply at my side. My other hand grips the counter for support. I didn’t think I’d be able to stand without it. We stand there, his naked chest so close to my back, his breath running goose bumps down my neck.

  The only point of contact is that one finger, stroking slowly up and down my skin, sending sizzling jolts straight to my core. I have never been more turned on in my life. What the hell is he doing to me?

  My breaths come in short puffs, I was nearly panting with … what? Anticipation, fear, desire? All of the above? The whole time I keep my gaze straight on, trying to be as still as possible yet willing him to make the next move. My head wages war with my body to put an end to this. After what feels like years, I hear the tiniest shift, and then warm, rough lips plant a soft kiss on the skin under my ear.

  I go crazy. My skin feels like it’s on fire. I am burning up from the inside out. He holds his lips there for a few seconds and I let out a soft moan. As soon as the sound leaves my lips, Owen whirls me around and pins me to the counter, dipping his head and looking me straight in the eye, almost asking for permission, before he swoops in to capture my lips.

  I’m powerless. At first, I just stand there, letting him feast on my mouth as he runs his big hands up and down my body. There are so many sensations, emotions that I have never felt before, coursing through me.

  He kisses me like a starving animal and I am only too happy to stand there and be his prey. Lust, hot and raw claws through my core and up to my breasts where I can feel my nipples tighten into hard beads.

  When his tongue pushes through my teeth and laps at the roof and sides of my mouth, I ignite. He lit the match and set off the fireworks that have lain dormant in my body for so long.

  Fisting my hand in his soft brown locks, I pull his head to allow myself a better angle. I slide my lips over his and match him breath for breath. I want to taste each inch of his rough mouth, lips, and teeth. I want to be able to replay this moment over and over in my head with exacting precision.

  He smells like the woods after a thunderstorm, musky and damp. I haven’t kissed many boys, okay, I’ve only ever done this with one other person, but I knew as I watched him kiss Allison all those years ago that kissing Owen wouldn’t be normal.

  He knows what he wants and he was taking it and I was taking what I wanted right back. My body was acting of its own accord, as if telling my brain to take a hike.

  I was taking Chloe’s advice. Owen Axel didn’t want me to be his girlfriend. He wasn’t making romantic gestures to try to get me into bed. He’s been honest in his actions and insinuations from the start.

  And if he wants me for my body, I could want his right back. I would have to get back on that horse, literally, someday. I deserve this. So, when Owen grabs my hips and ass, hauling my feet off the ground, I wrap my legs around his waist and surrender my body.

  6

  Owen

  I know I’m taking this way too fast. I should slow down, take my time. Or better yet, I shouldn’t have even kissed her. Minka is the type of girl I should take out on a date, get to know, before I attack her like some horny gorilla.

  But I couldn’t help it. She was like a bone being dangled in front of me. All I wanted to do was have her. I couldn’t get my head straight.

  She didn’t resist when I began to seduce her, more as a Hail Mary pass than anything. But she leaned into my touch. And when I heard that sexy little sigh bubble up from her throat, I was a goner.

  I blacked out, went blind. I couldn’t touch her everywhere fast enough. There was so much I wanted to taste and feel and suck and lick. I was a parched man and Minka was water.

  So here we are, sprawled on the couch with her writhing under me as I bite gently into her sexy, slim neck. Her skin feels like silk wrapped in velvet. I wish I had more hands so I could cover every inch of this beautiful girl.

  Her legs are wrapped like a vise around my waist, bringing my engorged dick to rest on what it now knows must be the happiest place on earth. I can barely hear her hot groans because the blood pulsing through my veins is drowning out all sound. I think my heart is about to explode and I know I should stop, but I can’t seem to. My hands have minds of their own as they skate over her hot flesh and reach under the hem of her shirt.

  My fingers explore the tight, quivering skin of her stomach as they move upward and I think I may just come in my pants before she ever blesses me with the pleasure of making it all the way to her tits.

  Focus Owen, this isn’t about you right now. I want to see Minka come undone, it’s the thought up image that has been playing on a loop in my head since last night. Bringing my head up, I let my heated stare roam her face and dammit this was a bad idea if I wasn’t trying to bust yet.

  Her eyes are the color of deep melted chocolate and hooded as if her body can’t handle the pleasure. Her hair is a mess of curls haloed around her head and quiet moans are coming from her perfectly shaped mouth that is swollen a cherry red from my kisses.

  With my hand up her shirt, I keep my gaze on her as I slowly reach my hand up and gently roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Her head snaps back into the couch cushion and her mouth forms a silent O. She’s so responsive and it’s all I can do to hold back from tearing her clothes off and sinking into her.

  I alternate between her breasts, slowly rolling the nipples and bringing them to stiff peaks. I am getting even harder, though I didn’t think it was possible, but apparently this girl can get me stiffer than a steel beam.

  Minka’s making mewling sounds when I finally remove my hand from her top and venture farther down her body. I don’t think she’s paying attention until my hand breaches the band on her tight spandex running shorts and comes to rest over her underwear, directly on top of where her clit is pulsing beneath my fingers. She is staring at me wide-eyed and I wink at her before rubbing right where I know she needs it.

  Her hips rear off the cushions and she lets out a throaty yelp and my cock practically tears open my shorts with how bad it wants to replace my hand right now. I keep my pace slow but steady and with just enough pressure, and I can see Minka’s eyes rolling back in her head.

  “Tell me, Minka, has a guy ever made you come before?”

  Her eyes flash with raw desire and she pushes into my fingers as I pose the dirty question and begin to speed up the pace. She’s riding my hand and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She is completely letting go and it’s adding to my ego that she’s letting me see it.

  Her pace is frantic now as she grips my shoulders, grinding my hand harder into her sweet mound. With my free hand, I thrust into her shirt and tweak her hardened bud, an action that causes nonsensical moans to burst from her lips. I continue my perusal of her body as she gets more and more worked up.

  Finally, she stills in my arms, her eyes drawn together in an almost painful expression, before letting out the sexiest fucking sound I’ve ever heard. I stroke her through her underwear as she rides out her orgasm, watching her sweet face tighten and then melt into bliss.

  I change my position on top of her, ready to sink so deep into her that she forgets her own name, when I realize what I’ve forgotten.

  Condoms, fuck. I may be a cocky son of a bitch sometimes, but not a big enough one that I bring protection just in case I come across a willing female during my work
outs.

  Looking down at her, all I can think of is getting myself as close as humanly possible to every part of her. I knew I had to ask, no matter how presumptuous.

  “Listen, sweetheart, that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced in my whole life and I want nothing more than to fuck you into next Tuesday. But, since I didn’t anticipate the afternoon taking this kind of turn, I don’t have any condoms on me. Do you—”

  Minka’s whole body turns to ice before I can even get the rest of my question out. She stiffens underneath me and her eyes go wide with what I could swear is fear. What the fuck? With the speed of a panther, she is up and off the sofa, adjusting her clothes and hair while giving me a look that could burn the ozone.

  “You need to leave. I should have never let things get as far as they did … but you have to go.”

  Wait what? I stand there. Baffled. Her reaction takes a minute to sink in.

  Maybe she didn’t want to take it to that next level. Duh, you horny idiot, you had all but attacked this girl you barely know. I wanted to smack myself in the head. “Shit, I’m sorry, Minka. I shouldn’t have assumed you were on the same train of thought. Uh … we don’t have to have sex, let me just, uh … stay. We can talk … or I’ll, uh … make you food.” Smooth, bro.

  “As if I’m going to try to let you charm your way more into my pants. I know your type and I don’t want anything to do with it, get out,” she demands, throwing me the shirt I’d discarded earlier and practically pushing me to the door.

  “I don’t get what’s going on, did I hurt you?” Suddenly aware that this could be the problem. I do a quick inspection of her. She looks okay to me. Better than okay. Her cheeks are flushed and glowing and her hair floats wildly around her face, making it look like I’d just laid her down and had my way with her for hours. Fuck, she was perfect.