Serviced (Getting Dirty Series Book 1)

by Tory Baker

  “What’s that?”

  “We go furniture shopping, and soon. I mean, I don’t have anything really to contribute besides my things. My apartment was fully furnished and, well, your house is kind of a bachelor pad.” She shrugs her shoulders.

  “Our house, and we’ll do that as soon as your things are here. Not that I care to go from store to store, but we’ll get it taken care of.” I’m really hoping Rowen isn’t a shop-till-you-drop woman like my own mother. Lord have mercy, can that woman do some damage.

  “Oh hush, you act like I don’t shop online. We’ll only have to go to a few stores, if that.” Rowen rolls her eyes at me, causing me to laugh.

  “Okay, siren. We’ll see about that.” This time, she rocks her hips up, and I thrust down. That’s how we spend our evening, both of us locked in each other’s arms and making love throughout the night, and I couldn’t be any fucking happier.

  Epilogue

  Rowen

  Two Years Later

  It’s been one year of marital bliss, well, sometimes. I mean, I love Braxton with all my being, and I know he feels the same way, but that doesn’t mean we haven’t had to ebb and flow with not only our home life but also our work life. The arguments can be intense at times, but the make-up sex is beyond amazing. I’m not ashamed to say I may have started a fight just to rile Braxton up enough to take me, and it definitely happens in the office more times than not.

  There is nothing better than him bending me over the desk, hips thrusting, my body marked from his hands with grease and oil. It always had me burning hotter than hot.

  I just got back from lunch, shopping with Braxton’s mom and my own. It’s been like all those months two years ago never existed. The fluid that was building around her collapsing lung is now gone, and so is the pain that came with it. Braxton was not kidding when he said his mom could shop. I was only going to take the afternoon off at the shop, but he just shook his head and said to be prepared to be gone the whole day. And I’ll probably need tomorrow to recover too. Not that I bought a whole lot on this shopping adventure—a couple of things for the house, and that was it for me.

  He wasn’t wrong though. I even wore a comfortable pair of shoes. I somehow shook the moms and made my way into the card store to not only get Braxton an anniversary gift but also something a little extra. To be honest, this gift kind of snuck up on me. When your husband takes you away for a few days, including packing your bags for a surprise and forgetting your birth control pills, I guess this is what happens. I mean, sure, we had plans to wait another year or so, but what’s meant to be is meant to be.

  “Siren, where are you?” Braxton walks through the house holding a bundle of blush and deeper pink ranunculus. How he remembers the minor details, I’ll never understand. Those are the same color and type of flowers I had in my bouquet when I walked down the aisle towards him.

  “Right here.” I meet him at the door, our lips meeting. It’s nothing short of amazing. Even though I just saw him this morning, I missed him all the same throughout the day. Even though we talked once and texted a few times on his down time at the shop.

  We’ve made some changes throughout the house, nothing structural, thank goodness. We both didn’t really want to live through any of that, and to be honest, I loved the bones of our home, but updating did take some time. There was lots of painting to be done, new trim work to update, light fixtures and appliances to change out. That was always fun. I’d run to the store and come back with something new. Braxton, my dad, and his dad would be over helping with one thing when I’d add another to the list.

  Now, the walls are all painted a soft white with a grayish tone, the trim a brighter white, but the best part is definitely that Braxton and I did the majority of it together, unless it was something to do with plumbing. I wasn’t touching that with a ten-foot pole and left him to do that on his own. We bought new furniture a room at a time, starting with the living room. When I first moved in, he had a hand-me-down couch. We replaced it with an oversized cognac-brown leather couch and chair, added some warmth with a white coffee table and two white end tables. The television was clearly fine. He had that mounted above the fireplace, typical men stuff. I do have to say I love the rattan chairs and barstools that we use at the kitchen bar. We even carried it through with the same style of chairs, tying it in with a white round kitchen table.

  Don’t get me started on the bedroom. It’s probably where we had our first little tiff. Braxton needed a king-sized bed, which is what he had before, but it dominated the entire room. I suggested us downsizing to a queen bed. Braxton wasn’t having any of that, talking about how his feet already almost hang off the bed, and if we did anything, it would be to upgrade to a California king. I rolled my eyes, trying my hardest not to laugh as he was so vehement about it. When we started shopping for that room and he lay on a queen size bed, the laughter I was holding in bubbled up, letting it out in the store.

  He swiftly got off bed that had his feet hanging well off the end, marched towards me, hefted me over his shoulder, and took me to the truck, where he calmed us both down. Thank goodness Braxton parked in a secluded area. I’ll tell you that because the truck was surely moving and there were plenty of breathless moans coming from both of us.

  “Happy anniversary, siren.” His lips meet mine, deepening the kiss as it continues, causing me to arch into his body.

  “Happy anniversary,” I moan in reply, my body already igniting with desire.

  “I know we promised each other no gifts, but there wasn’t a chance in hell you weren’t getting at least flowers.” I can’t be mad, not at Braxton and how sweet he is. We made a pact of no gift giving, especially after we’ve just finished outfitting our home the way we want it.

  “Thank you. I also may have gotten you a small present.” I take his hand, leading him to the kitchen. The flowers are already in a vase, and I place it on the counter before handing him the card that I found. The best part about going shopping out of Lodgeview is they have way more variety, especially at the card store.

  I hand him the envelope holding the news inside. “Holy fuck, this is real, right?” He comes straight towards me, engulfing me in his arms, picking me up, and spinning me around in a circle before setting me on my feet.

  “Yes, those few days we were out of town? It appears that’s when it happened.” I arch an eyebrow at him, letting him know just who the culprit is. I’m not mad about it though. This just moved us starting a family up a little bit earlier than we planned. But the best things in life never are.

  Braxton kisses me. It’s a meeting of lips, tongue, and more of those moans I love to hear come from him when he’s as needy as I am. When Braxton lifts me up, my legs wrap around his hips, and I know we’ll be at the nearest surface and soon.

  “Fuck, Rowen, I love you so goddamn much.”

  “I love you. I can’t wait to see how our life unfolds and what it will bring us,” I reply in between kisses, trying to reach for his belt, wanting to feel him take me just like this, my skirt rucked up over my hips as he grasps my ass and I sink down on his hard length.

  “There’s so much more to come. Just you wait.” With that, he walks us towards the kitchen counter and proves to me everything he’s said.

  Epilogue

  Braxton

  Six In A Half Years Later

  “Oh shit, you’re in trouble, boss man,” Craig says when he sees Rowen’s truck pulling in. Today is her day off. The twins have run her ragged more and more lately. Having them here doesn’t always work to our advantage. Hell, it’s not easy having almost five-year-olds under foot, and what they say about the terrible twos, that was a lie. I think this year has probably been the hardest when it comes to our strong-willed children.

  “Fuck, Baylor and Zach must be giving her hell today,” I grumble.

  “When aren’t they? I mean, they’re cute and all, but they sure as hell give you a run for your money,” Marty inserts.

  “It’s part of
the reason I’m not even asking for more at this stage in our life. I love them to no end, but with the way they move and the mayhem they create, we’re going to enjoy them while we can,” I reply. Shit, it wasn’t long ago that I asked Rowen if she wanted me to get a vasectomy. It was one of those days I got off work early. The kids were running around the house, and there was Rowen, sitting on the kitchen floor, a bottle of beer in her hand and staring into nothing. It was when I looked around and saw that she wasn’t even fighting with them on putting their toys away before they started on another task, something we’ve both tried to instill in them even at this young age. Our house isn’t something huge and grand. We work with what we have, and neither one of us is willing to move into something bigger for the hell of it.

  She looked up at me, a small smile on her face, and said, “You can’t beat ‘em, may as well join them. I’ll clean later. They aren’t fussing or arguing over who has what toy right now. So, I’m just relaxing.”

  Rowen pulls so much fucking weight in our family, sometimes I feel like a slacker. She still works here three to four days a week, takes care of the kids while they’re here and not at their grandparents on the rare occasions. Still somehow manages to cook and clean. Though we alternate as much as we can around the house, I still feel like she does ten times more than I do. Even when she says it’s a team effort.

  “Braxton.” My name comes out breathlessly. She parked her truck right outside the garage bay I’m working in. If it were later, and the guys were gone, I know exactly how I’d take her.

  “We’re out of here,” Craig states.

  “Yep, I think we’ll take an early day,” Marty agrees, like they’re both mind readers all of a sudden. I wave them off, my eyes set on the siren. Those blue eyes our children got from her still rock my world and have the ability to bring me to my knees. Rowen’s hair is down, flowing in the wind. She’s wearing a tight tank top and a skirt that ends well above her knees and flutters with every step she takes.

  “This is a nice treat,” I tell her, already taking off the top half of my coveralls, wanting to get my hands on her and dirty her the fuck up.

  “It’s a good thing I’m looking to get serviced then,” she sasses.

  “Oh yeah, I suppose that’s why my men just scurried off, closed their bays, and hightailed it out of here?” I ask.

  “Well, I may or may not have had something to do with that. It’s not every day that Bridger and Kellie offer to take the twins for not only the afternoon but overnight. I’m not one to pass up an opportunity like that.” It’s then I notice what she’s not wearing. Those goddamn nipples are pebbled, telling me she’s not wearing a bra.

  “It’s a damn good thing no one’s around, Mrs. Martinez, or I’d be slapping your ass red for what you’re walking around wearing,” I grunt. Rowen does the complete opposite of what I expect, she steps inside, turns around, bending at the waist and giving me the sweetest fucking glimpse of the lower globes of her ass cheeks. I watch the entire time as she makes a full-on display of hitting the button I moved lower for our kids to close the garage door. When the lips of her cunt show, all bets are fucking off, and I’m stalking my prey.

  “Like what you see?” She’s still bent over. Her head peeks around, watching while I wash my hands at the sink. When I’m finished, I pull my own white tank top up and over my head. Rowen stands back up, her chest heaving, fire inside her eyes.

  “Heck yes, I do.” She strides towards me, unaware that she’s licking her lips, her breasts moving with every step. Without a shadow of a doubt, Rowen is going to get exactly what she needs.

  “You looking to get fucked, siren?” I ask once she’s standing in front of me.

  “Yes.” Her hands go to the hem of her top, but I don’t let it get that far. I rip it up and over, her soft breasts bouncing as her arms move up to help me. Damn, is my wife beautiful, softer curves from her body holding our children, even when she bitches about her hips still being too wide. I love everything about her. My body consumes hers as I walk Rowen back to the Bronco that I’ve been working on today. There’s not much wrong with it, but if we’re going on a vacation to the shore, I know she’ll want to take it out.

  “Fuck yes, you are.” I set her on the hood of the truck, her pussy right at the spot I want. My mouth is already salivating at the mere scent of her, let alone at the thought of eating her like this.

  “Braxton, don’t tease me. It’s been too long.” She’s giving me shit right now, wanting me to go at her hot and heavy.

  “Quit busting my balls. Your greedy cunt just had me inside you this morning.” My palms slide up her smooth-as-silk legs until they meet the hem of her skirt.

  “You love when I do that.” Her elbows are on the hood as she watches my every movement.

  “You’re not wrong. Pull your skirt up for me, siren. I’m gonna eat this sweet pussy until you can’t stand, then I’m going to fuck you nice and slow.” I watch as she does what I demand, not wasting one second.

  “There’s something you should know before you fuck your cum into me.” She’s feeling brazen today, and I fucking love it.

  “What’s that?” My mouth is already on the inside of her thigh, my tongue licking her until it meets that tattoo I love so much is beneath it. So much like the matching one I have on my inner bicep. It was Rowen’s wedding gift from me, and she kisses it daily, much like I do her tattoo.

  “I stopped taking my birth control this morning. I’m ready to start trying again. I swear to God, though, if we’re blessed with another set of twins, not only am I getting a tubal ligation, you’ll get a vasectomy,” she says, and I know Rowen isn’t kidding.

  “You have yourself a deal, but siren, I think even if we don’t have another set of twins, I say this is it. We have our hands full now, which I’m thankful as fuck for, but I want to enjoy the ones we’ll have. So, I’ll get a vasectomy after the next baby,” I suggest.

  “God, I love you, Braxton.”

  “I love you, siren.” My mouth lands on her pussy, knowing as soon as she comes on my tongue, she’ll be coming on my cock next. This life we’ve built, it’s fucking amazing. The wait was most definitely worth it.

  The End

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  She thinks I don’t see her.

  But I’m obsessed with her and soon, she will be mine.

  Aspen Jennings is everything I’ve ever wanted.

  But I don’t deserve her.

  I’m her complete opposite.

  She’s sweetness and beauty.

  I’m rough and dirty, filthy really.

  I work hard for my money on an oil rig.

  It’s a tough life and that’s an understatement.

  The days and nights are long and lonely as hell.

  I survive them by counting down the hours until I can see Aspen again.

  She deserves better than the life this roughneck will give her.

  She’s refined, high class and has curves that can bring me to my knees.

  When I finally see the hunger glowing in the depths of her green eyes, my wait is over.

  She may deserve better than me, but it’s time to make sure she knows I’m her man.

  And she belongs to me.

  About the Author

  Tory Baker is a devoted mother to her two children, who keep her busy with their abundance of energy and sports. She’s a dog mom to her Weimaraner, Remi and her beagle, Gunner. She lives in sunny Florida where she enjoys the sun, sand, and water anytime she can. Most of the time you can find her outside with a laptop on her lap, soaking up the rays while writing about Alpha men who love their women with everything they have to give and puts them first in everything they do with a guaranteed happily ever after.

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