Full Service (Eye Candy Handyman #3)

by Falon Stone

  I open the door to the bathroom as quietly as possible and walk softly across the wood floors toward my bedroom. Just as I’m walking by Bella’s room, the lock clicks and the door opens. She doesn’t look where she’s going and walks right into me with a loud umph.

  “Sorry.” I reach out to grab her arms as she sways backward from the impact.

  She stares up at me with wide eyes, and her palms are flat against my chest. “Oh, my God. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean…”

  “Shh, Bella. It’s okay. You can go anywhere you want while you’re here. Don’t apologize.” I release my grip, but I don’t push her away. The last thing I want to do is to move too fast and scare her to death. “Can I get you anything?”

  “I was thirsty and couldn’t sleep.” Her fingertips dig into my skin.

  Is she feeling me up? “I can get you something if you don’t mind a little company.”

  Her eyes travel down my body, landing on her hands still pressed against my chest. She clears her throat, pulling her hands away from my skin like they’ve been burned. “I’d like that, Cole.” She smiles softly before pulling her bottom lip into her mouth and biting down on it.

  “Let me grab some pants, and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

  She nods but doesn’t speak.

  “You remember where it is?” I ask and point toward my right where the main part of the house is in case she forgot.

  “Yep,” she says and turns toward the kitchen. “I’ll wait for you there.”

  I watch her as she walks away. She’s wearing one of my T-shirts, and it looks more like a dress on her body. She pads down the hallway quietly, with her bare feet hardly making any noise against the hardwood floors.

  I grab a pair of sweat pants and pull them on, ditching the towel in the empty laundry basket near my dresser. Before I head to the kitchen, I take a deep breath and pray my cock doesn’t have a mind of its own while I’m sitting with her. The last thing I need is a raging hard-on with a scared woman in the house.

  She’s sitting on a stool around the kitchen island with her head propped in the palm of her hand and her eyes roaming around the expansive space. “Hey,” she says when I walk in the room. “Sorry about this.”

  “Don’t be. I wasn’t ready for bed anyway. It’s early, Bella.”

  “Thanks.” She smiles softly and straightens in her chair. “I don’t know how to thank you for everything.”

  “No thanks needed.” I lean across the counter and try not to stare at her beauty. “What do you want to drink?”

  “I could use something strong to help me sleep, but not enough to knock me out cold.”

  “How about a little Cognac to help you relax?”

  She nods slowly and sighs. “That sounds perfect.”

  I grab two snifters from the cabinet behind me and the bottle of Cognac that I save for special occasions, pouring us each a glass. I push hers in front of her, still letting the island act as our barrier to give her a sense of security.

  She lifts it to her nose and inhales, closing her eyes as if she’s savoring it. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

  I take a small sip, letting the Cognac sit on my tongue for a moment before swallowing it down. “I hate to see someone in trouble. It’s just in my nature to protect someone who can’t protect themselves.”

  “So, you’re like a real-life superhero?” She smiles around the snifter, her eyes roaming over my body as she takes a sip.

  “Not really. My mom’s husband used to beat the hell out of her when I was little. But once I grew up, I made sure it never happened again.” I place the snifter on the counter, turning it in my hands as I speak. “I can’t stand to see a woman being hit. There’s never a reason for a man to put his hands on a woman in anger, especially not someone they claim to love.”

  “That had to be awful.”

  “I wouldn’t wish it on another human being. No one should lay their hands on someone.”

  “I tried to get away from him,” she admits, staring down at her glass instead of looking at me. “I didn’t know he was going to be that way. He was always so nice until we moved here. Then he started monitoring and tracking my phone and did everything he could to cut me off from the outside world.”

  “He’s an asshole. You deserve better than that, Bella. Don’t let any man control you.”

  Even with her gaze cast downward, I see a faint smile on her face. “Thanks, Cole. I don’t know how I ended up here.”

  “Love makes us do crazy things,” I tell her, but, really, I have no fucking clue what I’m talking about. I’ve never been in love. I think growing up with an abusive stepfather ended all grandiose thoughts of relationships and happily-ever-afters for me.

  “I thought I loved him until the first time he hit me.” She lifts the snifter in front of her face like it’s a barrier, and it gives her something to hide behind while she confesses to me about their relationship. “I should’ve run then, but I didn’t. He apologized and told me it would never happen again. I believed him.”

  “If a man will hit you once, he’ll do it again. That much I know.” Standing here with her feels natural and comfortable, even though the topic of our conversation is anything but easy. I’ve never had a conversation flow with someone else like it does with her. “Actions matter, not words.”

  “I know. I was a fool. He made me feel so unimportant and unlovable, Cole. I’ve never felt so ugly in my life.” She covers her face and starts to cry into her palms. Her shoulders begin to shake, and my insides twist with anger that she’s gone through this.

  “You’re beautiful, Bella. Don’t let anyone ever make you feel any differently.”

  She peers up at me, tears streaming down her rosy cheeks as if I’ve said something foreign. “You think I’m beautiful?”

  “I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” Every word in that statement is the truth. Even in her sadness, there’s beauty.

  “I don’t feel beautiful. I never have,” she whispers, casting her gaze downward again and gripping the snifter tightly in her hands.

  I round the island, coming to stand next to her. I brush some of her hair over her shoulder before withdrawing my hand. “I don’t lie, Bella. I’m sorry someone made you feel ugly, but you’re the most stunning creature I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

  Why am I touching her? I shouldn’t have done that. It was too forward of me after everything she’s gone through tonight.

  “I shouldn’t have touched you. I’m sorry.”

  She gapes at me as her eyes search my face, eventually making their way to my bare chest. “Don’t be sorry. When you look at me, Cole, I feel…” Her voice trails off, and she reaches out, placing her hand on my chest. “I feel beautiful,” she whispers, peering down as her fingertips glide against my skin.

  I press my fingertips under her chin and force her to look into my eyes. “If you were mine, I’d make you feel beautiful and loved every day.” I want her so badly in this moment that I can barely breathe. I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted anyone as much as I want her. It takes everything in me not to lift her into my arms and carry her to the bedroom to ravage her right now.

  She blinks slowly and peers into my eyes. “Can we pretend for tonight?” she whispers.

  All the air whooshes from my lungs. I’m dumbfounded. Never in a million years did I expect her to ask me that. Especially after the kind of night she’s had. “You want me to make love to you?”

  Her hand slides to my abdomen, flattening against my stomach as she stares up at me. “I want you to make me feel beautiful. Pretend I’m yours tonight. I want to see what it’s like to feel loved.”

  “Are you sure about that?” I ask, wondering if it’s the liquor talking, or if it’s what she really wants.

  “I’m sure.” She stands up, pressing her body against mine. “I’ve never wanted anything or anyone more than I want this right now.”

  I should put the brakes on and stop this right now, but
the way she’s looking at me and the intensity with which my body craves hers is so insane that I can’t. I know it’s probably not the thing to do. She needs time to absorb everything that’s happened to her, and we barely know each other, but I follow my heart and my dick, ignoring what I know is right.

  3

  I lift her from the floor, setting her on the island so we’re the same height. She opens her legs, and I ease between them, pushing her hair away from her eyes before cradling her face in my hands. “Bella, I need to know you want me.”

  “Cole, I want you to touch me. Show me what it’s like to be loved.”

  I lean forward, keeping my eyes locked with hers as I press my lips softly against her mouth. Her arms wrap around my shoulders, and her tiny hands grip the back of my shoulders as if she’s anchoring herself to me. The Cognac tastes sweeter on her skin as I gently pull her lip into my mouth. I’m going slow, worshiping her mouth with gentle strokes of my tongue.

  She turns her face, moving into my kiss before her tongue sweeps into my mouth. I move my hands to her waist, pulling her body against me. Her soft, plump breasts press into my chest, and her heart’s pounding fast and uneven. She moans softly when my tongue meets hers, and I splay my hands across her back, holding her to me.

  My cock’s straining against my sweat pants. The orgasm I had earlier did nothing to quench the thirst I’ve had for the touch of a real woman. Being this close and touching Bella has only made the need grow. I pray she doesn’t ask me to stop now and that she lets me make love to her tonight. I just need to take it slow and be gentle. A woman who’s been through what she has deserves as much.

  She scoots forward, closing any remaining space between us and bumps into my hardened cock. Her thighs squeeze my sides and spur me on as I dip my tongue inside her mouth, meeting hers in an erotic dance. Her fingernails bite into my back, and her nipples harden against my chest, straining in her T-shirt in much the same way my cock’s begging to break free from my sweats. I crave to feel her skin against mine with nothing in between, but I need to take it slow for her sake, not mine.

  I slide my hands down her back, finding the edge of the T-shirt before slipping underneath. Her skin scorches my palm with its soft heat, and I can’t stop the moan crawling up the back of my throat from escaping.

  “You’re so beautiful, Bella,” I whisper into her mouth, drunk on need and lost in the softness of her body.

  “Cole,” she moans, opening her eyes as I open mine.

  I pull at her shirt, breaking our kiss only long enough to lift it over her head before I drop it to the counter next to us. She presses her breasts into my chest, and the softness of her skin against the hardness of my body has my restraint slipping.

  Slow, Cole. Go slow with this one.

  She runs her hands down my chest, and her touch electrifies my body. Her hands glide over my abs, causing them to ripple as she makes her way to my cock. “Shit.” She breaks from our kiss. “What am I going to do with that? It’s so thick.” She grips my shaft with both hands and squeezes.

  I’ve never really given much thought to the size of my dick. I’m a large man, and with that comes a large cock. I groan as she releases her grip and pushes my sweat pants down over my hips. I give my legs a little shake, letting them drop to the floor because I’m too eager and impatient to wait.

  “My God. It’s beautiful, but scary at the same time. You’re going to have to be gentle with me. I have never had a dick that big in me.” She strokes my dick slowly, paying close attention to the head, rubbing her thumb softly against the underside, and my knees weaken.

  “We don’t have to do this.” My heart is racing from the contact and the way her ragged breath is skidding across my lips. “I want you to be completely comfortable with me. I won’t hurt you.” I need to be in her. I need to fuck away the pain she has felt for so long and make her feel as beautiful as she deserves to. I’m going to give her the best damn orgasm she’s ever had too.

  “No. I want this. Make love to me, Cole.” She uses my cock to pull me close. “Just don’t break me.”

  I spread her legs with my hips, finding the warmth of her middle as our lips meet again. I scoot her to the edge of the countertop, giving me better access to her body. I slide my hands down to her shaven mound and can’t stop myself from moaning when I find her wet and ready. I dip a single finger into her, and she whimpers at the invasion. “Does that hurt you?”

  Her red hair bounces from side to side as she shakes her head. “No. It’s just been a long time since anyone’s touched me that way.”

  I want to ask what the asshole was doing with her if he wasn’t banging her brains out constantly, but I don’t. It would ruin the moment, and the last thing I want to talk about is that fucker. If she were mine, I’d have to have her every day.

  I lean her back on the countertop before pulling her so her ass is hanging over the edge. “Don’t worry, Bella. I’ll be gentle. Just enjoy this.” I carefully place each of her feet on the stools at my sides, giving me complete access to her pussy.

  She spreads her legs wide as I lean forward, licking my lips and inhaling her sweet scent. I place my mouth on her cunt. I close my lips around her, swiping my tongue across her clit as she jolts in my arms. She raises her hips, trying to get more contact as I suck her gently into my mouth. Her back arches off the counter, and her fingers tangle in my hair as she pulls my face against her core. She wants more, but I’m trying to go slow and savor every minute of Bella.

  I push two fingers into warm, wet pussy, alternating sucking her clit and fucking her needy cunt. When she starts to buck, riding my fingers with increased speed, I insert a third finger, causing her to gasp. I don’t stop, rocking my fingers into her until her body’s shaking.

  “I think you’re ready for me,” I say, lifting my mouth but leaving my fingers buried deep inside of her.

  When I pick her up from the counter, she wraps her legs around me, and our mouths lock together as she grinds against my dick. My knees shake with each step because the motion of her body rubbing against me like a cat in heat is driving me crazy.

  “Are you sure you want this?” I ask when we’re inside my bedroom before I set her on the bed. I need her confirmation one last time before we go any further.

  “Yes, please.” She slides down my body until her feet touch the floor. She leans forward, pressing her chest against me. “Make love to me, Cole.”

  I grab a condom from my nightstand and kick off my clothes as she watches my every movement. She’s not scared. She’s hungry. Eager to be filled and feel everything I have to offer, most of all my giant dick slamming into her body until she passes out.

  After she tosses her T-shirt to the floor, she lies back on the bed. I lower myself down on one arm, hovering above her and gazing into her eyes as I slide the condom over me. She looks like an angel with her hair spread out like a crown of red silk. My cock nudges her opening as I rub against her pussy, trying not to thrust into her too soon or too fast.

  Take it slow, Cole. Don’t blow this or your load before she’s ready.

  Slowly, I push into her, pausing a few times to let her body adjust to my thickness. Her fingers curl into my biceps, and her legs wrap around my middle, locking behind my back. She’s pulling me deeper, forcing me to go faster than I want.

  “More,” she pleads, digging her heels into my ass and sucking me deeper. “Fuck me slowly. I want to feel every inch of you inside me.”

  Her pussy is squeezing my cock like a vise as I rock into her. “You feel so fucking good, Bella.” My voice is strangled as I feel my resistance slipping. She wants slow, and I have to give her that. Everything in me wants to go fast, thrusting into her with so much force that we knock the headboard against the wall. But I have to go slow. She wants it that way, and I want it any way she’s going to give it to me.

  She lifts her head, pressing her lips against mine, and she moans. I rock into her slowly, pulling out even slower, savoring the feel of he
r as I bury myself as deep as I can.

  Our tongues dance together, sweeping inside each other’s mouths. My arms shake and her back arches, pushing her tits against me.

  “Make me come,” she whispers against my lips.

  I pull her legs away from my waist, pushing them down against her body to give me unfettered access to pound into her. Her pussy contracts around my cock as her body tenses and quakes underneath me.

  “Oh, God. Yes, I’m coming. Don’t stop,” she screams, being more demanding than I anticipated, but fuck, it’s sexy as hell. “Don’t stop.”

  I slam my cock into her, and my balls bounce off her ass with every thrust as the orgasm builds inside me. Her breath sputters as she follows me over the edge and into oblivion.

  4

  After we did it more times than I could count, we lay in bed for hours and shared our life stories. Both of her parents were gone, and the only family she had left in the world was her older sister. She met the asshole while attending college in New York City. He was serving in the Army at the time and home visiting family on leave. For the last few years, she only saw him during his leave, so they were short visits. When he was finally discharged, he asked her to move to Florida with him. Nothing set off alarm bells because during their brief time together, although it was over a period of years, the asshole had never shown any aggression toward her.

  They’d only moved to Tampa a few weeks ago, and he didn’t start beating on her until then. Bella told me it didn’t happen every day, but when he drank, he turned into someone she barely recognized.

  She could’ve gone to her sister’s, but she didn’t want to tell her that she become involved with an abusive man. She felt great shame in the fact that she let herself fall for someone like him, and with her sister being a cop, she worried too much about getting lectured.