The Blue Collar Bachelors Box Set: The Complete Blue Collar Bachelors Series

by Miller, Cassie-Ann L.

  He slides my cute, lacy (fist-pump!) panties to the side. Then, he pushes inside of me, breaching the snug opening with a swift but controlled thrust.

  Leo rocks into me. It’s a fast, greedy movement. And he does it again and again and again. “Oh, god…” I cry out and my head falls to the side as my eyelids drop closed. It’s so good.

  He pushes my shirt up my torso. Maybe I should feel self-conscious about my too-soft belly but my mind is too warped to process insecurities and other logical thoughts. And Leo doesn’t seem repelled by my body. In fact, he seems to be enjoying it. He trails his fingers up my side and under the elastic of my bra. I frisson all over and he pushes the cups up my chest, out of the way.

  When he leans closer, he draws one nipple into his mouth. Electricity fires through me, spreading from my breasts down into each of my limbs. I arch my back, instinctively trying to get more of this feeling. He grinds his pelvis into me, the rhythm steady and punishing. I cling to him as if letting go means falling to my death. He switches his attention to the other breast and I feel that shock of pleasure all over again.

  "Tell me you like this, Reese. Tell me to keep going." He whispers the words into the space between my breasts.

  “Keep going,” I beg as I spread my thighs wider for him and rock my hips, too. “Don’t stop.”

  He’s so deep, fucking me so hard. He’s panting. The small, quick explosions of his breath register in my mind. This is a big deal. I've never made a man pant before. Especially not a man like him.

  Everything I thought I knew about myself gets called into question. The way he’s touching me and kissing me—like I’m a sultry sex goddess that he can’t resist—it goes against the picture I’ve always held of myself. In my mind, I’m generic, ordinary, regular, average with my uninspiring pale skin and my muddy brown hair. But this man is reacting like I’m so much more.

  Leo is moving faster now. He’s almost frantic. His movements trigger pleasure deep in my core. My eyes transfix to his face as his body clenches above me and—oh my god—it's the most erotic thing I've ever seen. He squeezes his eyes tight and his brows furrow as he ruts. “So beautiful,” he groans.

  Pleasure scatters along my limbs. Everything is spinning so fast. I can't feel my limbs. I can't even hear my thoughts. The tide rolls out so far. I know the orgasm will be devastating once the wave thunders in. And I feel it coming. I brace myself.

  When my pussy spasms with pleasure, his cheeks flush, his lips part and his muted growl washes over me. He's vulnerable in this moment, but he's not weak. The powerful mass of muscles bunched up at his wide shoulders and the thick veins cording down his arms remind me that I'm at the mercy of this handsome, savage creature. This thought is the spark that causes my own orgasm to detonate inside of me like a bomb.

  We hold on to the roaring sensation for as long as we can. He grinds into me, drawing the feeling on and on. My body unwinds as it fades away, leaving behind a deep satisfaction that echoes in my bones.

  I let go of the breath I’ve been holding on to. “Leo…”

  The sound of my voice seems to jolt him. He falls back onto his haunches, staring down at me with dazed, widening eyes. “Oh, shit…” he mutters.

  That’s not good…

  His cock slides out of me as he stumbles to his feet and tunnels his hands through his mussed up hair. I rise onto my elbows, feeling insanely self-conscious. I draw my shirt down over my torso but it doesn’t give much cover. My cheeks are blazing, my limbs are numb. I think I’m going to pass out from shock and guilt.

  Post-Orgasmic Stress Disorder. I’m sure that’s a thing.

  When he turns away, I can tell that he’s giving me my privacy. Well, if that isn’t chivalry, then I don’t know what is.

  I take the opportunity to quickly pull on my leggings and adjust my bra before rising to my feet. I clear my throat awkwardly and he turns to face me. We both fucked up and we know it.

  “Let me walk you to your door.” His voice is tight and edgy.

  I nod. “Okay…” That’s all I can manage to say. I’m still in shock.

  Leo opens the door for me and lets me lead the way. We walk side by side in complete quiet all the way to my back door. The silence is so heavy it's almost oppressive. When we get to the top of the stairs, I turn and watch him. All I see in his eyes is guilt, shame and distress. It makes my heart go tight. He already regrets this.

  He puts both hands on my shoulders and kisses my cheek but it feels awkward, forced. A polite formality after you've fucked someone within inches of their life on the kitchen floor.

  “Good night, Reese.”

  When he pulls back, he’s wincing, as if kissing me caused him physical pain. He doesn’t wait for my response as he retreats quickly across the lawn to his house. He gives me one last look before stepping inside and shutting the door.

  Chapter Twenty

  Leo

  I steel my spine as I tap at her back door the next evening.

  I’ve been dreading this moment all day. I’ve also been looking forward to it. Because I want to see Reese’s big, brown eyes. I want to smell the sweetness rising off of her skin. But I’m so pissed at myself about what I did last night.

  Last night, I went too far.

  I let my emotions consume me. The solitude and helplessness that I’d been feeling since Mara walked away collided with the anger and shock that blossomed inside of me when I opened that letter. My marriage is over. Officially. My wife has really abandoned our family, she cut all ties with her own son. I’ve got a pretty high tolerance for pain but that shit hurt.

  I’m not going to lie and pretend that my marriage was perfect. Or that Mara and I said those vows for any reason other than the fact that she was carrying my baby. But despite all that, I was willing to grit my teeth and make our relationship work for the sake of our child. She had different priorities.

  The wounds were still too fresh when Reese showed up my house last night. There she was, more beautiful and forbidden than ever.

  And like a savage, I pinned her to the grimy kitchen floor and I fucked her like a deranged sledgehammer trying to demolish a sidewalk. She’s my best friend’s sister. My neighbor. My kid’s babysitter. The poor girl just came over to drop off some tomatoes. What the hell is wrong with me?

  I need to start with an apology.

  I knock the door again and she slides it open. The clenching in my gut is instant. One look at her lips and the memory of how they taste comes flooding back. They actually do taste like watermelons. Her eyes are shy and her cheeks are pink tonight, her mind is forever stained by the vile things I did to her.

  “Hi…” She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth. Probably to keep from saying anything more.

  “Hi…”

  Her hair hangs loose around her face like waves of chocolate that I want to drown in. My fingers twitch to touch it. Instead, I shove my hands into my pockets and rock back on my heels. “I’m sorry I’m a bit late tonight. Charlie wants to make sure we finish Sophia’s project on time so I worked a few minutes over.”

  “No problem,” she says with a shrug. “Sophia’s completely melodramatic about the remodeling. I’m not surprised that she’s pressuring Charlie.”

  We share an awkward laugh as we linger clumsily in the doorway.

  She glances over her shoulder to the couch in the living room. “Brenton’s asleep, actually. He crashed right after dinner. I think he may be coming down with a cold or something.” Again, she bites down on her lip.

  Concern tackles me immediately. “Shit—I hope it’s nothing serious. Preschool is a damn petri dish for viruses.”

  “I know,” she whispers with a little smile as she glances at him again. He looks so peaceful, deep in sleep on the couch. She meets me with a shy gaze again. “Do you want to come in? You can eat your dinner while Brent sleeps.”

  Do I want to come in? Hell, yeah, I want to come in. I want to kick off my shoes and take a seat at the table. But I’m not interes
ted in the leftover tuna casserole I see sitting on the counter. It’s her pussy I want spread out on the place mat in front of me.

  I can’t be trusted around her for any extended period of time, that’s for sure. So, I decline her offer as I’m kicking off my shoes. “Nah, I’m not hungry. I’ll just grab Brent and get going.”

  As I walk past her to grab my son from the couch, I feel her fingers lock around my wrist and lust overpowers my carefully-laid plan of resistance. “Wait…” she pleads softly.

  I spin toward her. We stand there frozen, looking at each other. A million conflicting thoughts roar through my head even after her hand falls away.

  Kiss her. Shove her against the wall and kiss her…

  Slide your hand under the hem of her skirt and touch her pussy…

  Hoist her up on the kitchen table and fuck her as all fuck…

  …Grab your kid and get the hell out of here!

  “About last night…” I hear myself saying.

  “About last night…” A deep flush crawls up her neck and I watch the increased rise and fall of her chest as those lurid events replay in her mind.

  I rake my fingers roughly through my hair. “I’m sorry about that, Reese. I crossed a line. I lost control—”

  Her eyes drop to the floor. “Please. Don’t apologize.” She pulls nervously on the edge of her shirt.

  “No, let me say this.” I put a hand out appeasingly. “I was having a really bad night...”

  She looks me straight in the eyes as she inches closer, seemingly undeterred by what I’m saying to her. She lays her hands on my biceps and my chest goes taut.

  Forcing the words through my tightening throat, I continue. “…and you showed up…”

  She presses her lips to my jaw and fire roars across my skin. I keep rambling on.

  “…and I just was feeling so many…things…”

  “Uh-huh,” she mutters as her lips travel down my throat.

  “…and the way you looked at me…”

  My brain begins to go fuzzy as her fingers crawl under the short sleeves of my shirt and up over my trapezoids. “Sure…” She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth and nibbles just a little.

  My knees wobble. “Reese, what are you doing?”

  She tips her head back to look up into my eyes. “Stop apologizing to me,” she whispers, “because then I’ll feel obligated to apologize to you. And I’m not sorry. Not one little bit. I wanted everything that happened last night. I’ve wanted it since the first time that I saw you.”

  I close my eyes against the onslaught of arousal pulsing through me. “Reese…” I groan as she traps my lip between her teeth again.

  She bites me tenderly. “I really, really, really want last night to happen again, Leo.” She sounds breathless, her face is flushed.

  My heart pounds. This is so wrong. So wrong. I’m betraying Charlie’s trust. Desecrating his little sister. I’m a fucking bastard.

  “Reese, please…”

  She’s still not listening to me. “I want it. Again. I want you, Leo…”

  I wish she’d stop saying those things. I wish I could just walk away.

  But I needed her last night. I needed to hear her moaning my name. I needed to feel her pussy sucking on my cock. I needed to touch her on the inside and watch her beautiful face as she came because of it. It was selfish.

  And I need her again.

  Her eyes shine up at me. So eager. So willing. My mind scrambles to find excuses. Maybe I’m grieving. Maybe I’m depressed about the end of my marriage. Maybe that’s why I can’t get enough of her. Maybe that’s why I want her so bad. Maybe this is a healthy attraction…

  Maybe not.

  Fuck it.

  I lean down and take her lips, groaning with relief as her taste invades my tongue. I’ve been dreaming about this all day. I kiss her hard.

  She fists my shirt, walking backward toward the stairs. Brent shifts on the couch as we approach and Reese’s shoulders hunch all the way up to her ears. She purses her lips with a mischievous glint on her features. She presses her pointer to her mouth, telling me to be quiet. Stifling a giggle, she spins around and pulls me up the stairs.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Leo

  I pin her luscious hips to the mattress and bare down, grinding into her pussy with rough, unyielding thrusts. She arches her spine, offering her beautiful tits up to me, and I can’t help but lean down and suck one tight nipple between my lips, flicking it with my tongue.

  She whispers my name and her fingernails claw at my arms as pleasure engulfs her whole being. “Leo…”

  “Yeah, Cupcake Girl. Say it again.”

  I’m addicted to the way she moans my name. I could listen to it all day.

  Her walls constrict around me, rippling and throbbing as she sings my name like a mantra. “Leo, yes…Leo, so good.”

  She’s such a good girl. My cock gets harder.

  I dip my head, catching her mouth with mine. Shit—this feels good! Grinning into the kiss, I press my lids shut, blocking off everything but the softness of her lips and the sweetness of her tongue.

  Her arms tighten around my neck and she brings me closer. “Oh god, I’m about to come,” she whispers as I bury my face at her collarbone.

  Her sexy little body is tightening, her muscles are tensing up. I ram my shaft into that tight pussy and circle her clit with my thumb. My own orgasm is building. I feel it racing up my limbs, heating the marrow in my bones.

  I’m groaning now, my lips pressed against her throat. “Come for me, Reese. I want to feel you come on my dick.” I run my tongue up her neck and she starts to shake. Her moan vibrates in her chest. I pull back to watch her beautiful face as she falls apart beneath me.

  And now my cock is spasming in her cunt. My body tingles all over and my mind goes blank. Those big, chocolate eyes are looking at me, witnessing it as I lose all control. My muscles go lax and I sag when the orgasm rocks its way through my being.

  She lifts up just enough to kiss me. Her lips press hard against mine. It accentuates everything that I’m already feeling. It’s so good. Too good. I drop down on the bed beside her, but I’m still kissing her, drawing it out.

  When I’ve completely exhausted my air supply, I pull back. Her eyes open at the same time as mine. We look at each other. We smile.

  “Leo…”

  I trail my finger over her bottom lip. “That was fucking crazy…” I mutter.

  She grins even wider. “It was…”

  We lie there in silence, just long enough to regain all of our senses. I feel myself getting comfortable. I’m not allowed to do that. Even if I weren’t emotionally compromised by my divorce, she’s Charlie’s sister. This is wrong.

  I sit up and swing my feet over the side of the mattress. “I need to get Brenton home.”

  Reese nods, making a valiant effort to hide her disappointment. “I know…”

  Sliding out of bed, I get dressed as she finger-combs her hair and pulls on her robe. She limps down the stairs behind me and I silently pray that I didn’t fracture any of her bones or puncture any vital organs tonight.

  Leaning against the wall at the foot of the stairs, she smiles as she watches me inch toward the couch. With gentle movements, I scoop my son up and pad quietly through the dark house. Reese slides the back door open for me to step outside.

  I turn and give her one last look. A little grin plays on her face in the half-light and the way her eyes twinkle is almost magic. Fuck, I wish I could make this moment last just a little bit longer.

  Brent squirms a little in my arms and presses his cheek to my shirt. I’ve got to go.

  I resist the urge to push Reese’s disheveled hair out of her face and brush my lips over hers. “Good night,” I mouth without making a sound.

  I hear her whisper back as I take long strides across the back lawn. “Good night.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Reese

  “Daddy—look what Reese showeded m
e today!” Brenton shrieks excitedly as he holds up the paper cranes that he and I worked on right before dinner.

  Leo looks down at them and corrects his son. “Showed, Brenton. It’s showed, not showeded.” He and I glance briefly at each other and exchange a smile.

  In that quick eye contact, Leo’s expression tells me everything I need to know.

  He feels it, too.

  That throbbing tension pulsing between us, that hankering need for more—it’s not one-sided. He feels it, too.

  Brenton gives his father an impatient look and speaks with annoyance. “Okay, okay.”

  Sensing the disappointment in his kid’s reaction, Leo’s eyes go soft. He squats down on the back porch so he’s at eye level with Brent and gently cups the little hand where the tiny paper cranes lay. “Well, this is cool.”

  The child’s face lights right back up. “It is. Isn’t it?”

  “Y’know what?” Leo says.

  “What?”

  “I’d bet that these cranes know how to swim!”

  “Really?!” Brenton’s eyes bulge.

  Leo assures him with a nod. “Sure.”

  The little boy looks up to me for confirmation. I bob my head and smile.

  “Wow! That’s so cool!”

  Leo stands to his full height and now he’s towering above both me and Brenton. “How about we go home and fill the bathtub and watch them swim around a little before bed?”

  “Yay!” the boy screams before tearing off in the direction of the house next door.

  Leo and I share another smile, but this time, it’s too hard to look away. God—I want to kiss him. If I were a braver woman, I would. But I just stand there, watching him as he watches me.

  I trap the corner of my lip between my teeth to keep from blurting out how much I want him, how much I’m craving the feeling of his body crushing mine into my mattress. A gasp spurts out of my chest when he reaches up and presses his thumb right beneath my mouth, causing my lower lip to pop free.