Love Under Construction (The Love Under Series Book 1)

by Jody Pardo

  After graduation, Aubs went back home to Oklahoma. She had offers from all over the country for jobs, but a military firefighter stole her heart, and she stayed close to home. Since then, she collected every critter in her path. That was how they met.

  She was trying to rescue a duck that got a hook stuck in its foot and got snagged up in the tree by her house. The fishing line attached to the hook became entangled in the tree limbs, and the duck was stuck hanging and thrashing. She rescued the duck, a few bites and scratches later, and Jonathan rescued her.

  They’d been married five years, but didn't have any children. He said she would have to cut back on the zoo that they had before she even gave a thought to having children.

  Aubrey had a black crew cab pickup truck. She had horses and frequently transported them, so a truck was ideal. As she pulled out onto the highway, I saw more trucks than cars. We were definitely in the country.

  Some considered Texas “cowboy” territory, but the truth was, I lived in Central Dallas, and it was not country. Sure, you had some who entertained their Stetsons and boots, but you were more likely to see Cowboys football jerseys than felt hats in my neck of the suburbia. I worked in an office building and lived in a three-story apartment complex. We had more concrete than grass, nothing like the expanse of dirt roads and endless pastures of green that spread out before me as I gazed out the windows.

  “So, Kelli has the guest house ready for you. I would bring you back to my place, but Jonathan is home on leave and well … you know.”

  “How long has he been home?”

  “He has only been home since late last night, so he is making up for lost time, if you know what I mean,” she said with a giggle.

  “Yeah, I don’t need to bear witness to any of that. How long was he gone this time?”

  “Only three weeks. Those brush fires in California get really crazy, but they are as controlled as they are going to be for now, I guess.”

  “Is your stepmom okay with me staying out at the ranch?”

  “Oh, yeah, most of the time it’s just her out there all day while the guys are out in the pastures. She will be happy to see you.”

  “I don’t know that I will be the best company. I’m not really in the mood to be around people.”

  “Look at me,” she said, facing me until I met her eyes. “It’s just some bruises, don’t let that motherfucker put you in a closet. You are family, and I will not have you hiding. You want to hang low for a couple days, fine, but that’s it. Nothing a little makeup can’t fix. You can’t let him win.”

  “Okay, you are scaring me, please watch the road.”

  “Sorry, I could run this road in my sleep.” She faced forward again, looking back at me every few seconds. “But I mean it, Suzie, no hiding!”

  “Okay, okay, I just need to chill for a bit. What am I going to do?”

  “Stay as long as you need to want to. You always have a place to stay here.”

  “I appreciate you coming through for me, Aubrey.”

  “That’s what friends are for,” she said matter-of-factly before flipping on the radio, basically changing the subject. “Now this calls for some music.”

  The rest of the ride was filled with random mix of country and ‘80s hair band music that we sang along to all the way back to Centerville. As we pulled through town, the familiar moose that was missing his antlers greeted me at the local coffee spot. LuLu’s was Centerville’s version of Starbucks. There was a Starbucks in the mall, but they had nothing on LuLu’s, and it was hell of a lot cheaper too.

  The entrance to the ranch was on the far end of town past the school campus and the dairy. The city limit was severe as the paved road suddenly stopped and you had your choice of left or right, both dirt roads. The left was undeveloped pasture and land for sale and to the right was Blackheart Ranch.

  The wrought-iron arches marked the entrance with a B in the middle of the filigree ironwork. The gate was open, and we pulled into the long drive to the main house.

  "We're here,” Aubrey announced. The large one-story ranch house stood before us with the wraparound porch. The guest house was directly left of the driveway, just a smaller version of the main house.

  “Kelli is home, but the guys are still out. I don't see any of their trucks. They must still be at the auction house. Come on, let's go say hi.”

  My belly did all kinds of flip-flops as my anxiety took hold of the idea of having to explain myself. I wished Aubrey had done some of her makeup magic before we arrived. I had to look like a hot mess, my hair had yesterday’s spray in it, and was surely a rat's nest. I left my bag in the car. I didn't need my phone. There was no one to call. All I needed was Aubrey, and she was right there.

  We walked up the three steps to the porch, the front door was open beyond the screen. Aubrey walked right in, holding the screen door open behind her for me.

  “Kelli, we’re here,” she called out.

  “I'm in the kitchen,” Kelli's voice came from the right.

  We walked through the large dining area that held two full-length tables with chairs all around, enough to seat twelve people into the kitchen beyond.

  “Hey, girls! You made it back okay,” Kelli said, wiping her hands on her apron.

  “Going in, I hit a lot of traffic, but the way back was much quicker,” Aubrey explained as she washed her hands in the sink.

  “Come on in, Suzie, don't be shy, you know us. It's been a while since you’ve been on the ranch. How long has it been? Four years? Five?”

  “Four, I think. Christmas after Aubrey’s wedding. I’m sorry I haven’t been back.”

  She threw her hands down. “We will always be here. You girls have lives to live. I understand. Just know you always have a home. Are you hungry?”

  “I'm going to get her set up in the guesthouse. Are the keys on the hook?” Aubrey questioned.

  “Yes, the keys are on the hook, but it's open. I have been airing it out since this morning. Nobody's been in there since Christmas.”

  “Thank you for having me, Kelli.” I followed Aubrey out to the guesthouse.

  “Come back in when you’re ready, and I will make us some lunch. The guys won’t be back until late tonight, so you girls are on your own for dinner.”

  Max

  It was Saturday night at the bar and it was two-dollar draft night so Brewer's Taps was pretty crowded; nothing like cheap beer to draw in the crowd. It wasn’t the regular Saturday night crowd, though, since Fort Sill was under bivouac training that weekend, so the soldier boys were not there. I didn't plan on staying, but my dad asked me to drop off quarters for the pool table. Jenny met me at the corner of the bar.

  “Where you running off to, stud?"

  I glanced at my rear jeans pocket dramatically. "I don't remember being branded."

  She giggles. "You're funny. Want to drink?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at me.

  "I only drink Jameson."

  "Well, you can drink your Jameson, and you can get me a beer." The whore couldn't even get herself a two-dollar beer. Red flag. But I would play along.

  "Sure, I could stay for a drink." I grabbed my bottle from behind the bar and poured myself a double before pouring her a pint of Pabst Blue Ribbon. It wasn't even worth the two dollars. The glass was worth more than the beer within, but she didn't specify so she got Blue Ribbon's finest.

  I came out onto the other patron side of the bar and Jenny was all over me. She ground her hips and pelvis into my crotch standing in-between my legs while I sat on the barstool.

  “So what was your rush? Don't you want to hang out?"

  I was just coming home from work when my dad called—I was dusty, dirty and still had on my work clothes.

  "I was just passing through. I just got off work."

  “What do you do?” Jenny was two years younger than me if I remembered correctly, not that she would have ran in the same circles. She was one of the cheerleaders, and that definitely wasn't my scene.

 
; "I'm a contractor." Her eyes lit up, and she smiled.

  "Whoa. Like a sniper?"

  "No, I build houses." She processed the information, and her confused look quickly change to a smirk as she developed a new angle.

  She grabbed my hand and rubbed it in hers. "I like a man that can use his hands."

  "Do you now?" I grabbed her ass and rubbed her into my growing erection. If she wanted to get fucked, I would oblige her. I could have told her I sold goldfish and she probably would have said fishing was sexy.

  "I can show you with these hands can do." I roughly smacked her ass and ran my hand up and down her back slowly. If she didn't want me feeling her up, it was her opportunity to bow out. Instead, she leaned in and licked my ear.

  "Then why are we still here?" She was not wasting any time. I finished my drink, and no sooner after I set my empty glass on the bar, Jenny was pulling me out of the bar. It was still early, and Jenny was on the fast track to getting fucked. I could probably be home in time to watch the news.

  Max

  Jenny lived in town just two blocks from the bar and exactly four blocks from the front gate of Fort Sill. How convenient. She could literally sit on her front porch and stalk her prey. She was hot to trot, and I was going to break her like a yearling. I knew better than to think it was anything more than a quick fuck. She didn’t want me, but it was Saturday, and there were no soldier boys to snag with her hungry pussy. Some GI Joe could pick up my sloppy seconds the next day.

  She lived above the hardware store, and I followed her up the stairs alongside the building to the entry to her apartment. I followed her inside and kicked the door shut behind me. She quickly turned to face me as the door slammed, and a sly grin creeped across her lips.

  “You ready?” I asked, stalking over to her.

  “Bring it on.” She waved her hand in a come-hither motion.

  I invaded her personal space, driving her back against the doorframe to her bedroom. She looked up at me with wide eyes still grinning. She was going to get it rough, she just didn’t know it yet.

  “You wanted to get fucked? You’re not in charge, Jenny. Suck it."

  She dropped to her knees in obedience, and I let her go to town. Jenny had my pants to my knees quicker than a magician’s hat trick. She opened wide and stuck her tongue out licking me from root to tip all the time looking up at me through hooded lids. Hollowing out her cheeks, she sucked hard, taking me to the hilt, and my dick hit the back of her throat. Jenny didn't stop there. My mushroom head plundered her throat. It felt so good against the soft warm flesh of her throat I couldn't resist fisting her hair, forcing her head down over and over, face fucking her. Saliva ran down her face onto the floor as she gurgled and gagged all over my hard cock. I didn't want the bitch to puke on me, so I let her go.

  Sitting back on her feet she wiped her face with the back of her hand, and her eyes narrowed as her pink puffy lips curled at the corners in a smirk. “Are you gonna stand just there or you gonna fuck me already?”

  “Oh, I am gonna fuck you all right, and when those soldier boys try and hit it, you will be thinking of me,” I assured her.

  Pulling her to her feet by her hair, I captured her mouth with mine, darting my tongue out, tracing her lips, tasting the remnants of the night’s gloss seeking entrance. I grabbed her ass, bringing her tight against my body. The height difference made my erection press into her belly. I lifted my knee in-between her legs until I had her pinned on my leg against the wall. I traced my hands up the inside of her tank top, lifting it higher until I met the resistance of her bra. Releasing her lips, I kissed my way down to her breasts. I took a peek, and it was just a sports bra, so I fished my hands underneath and brought it over her head with her tank top. Instead of taking it off, I wrapped it around her wrists, binding them together. I held her arms over her head and pulled my belt out of its loops. My jeans fell to the floor, and I fisted my cock at the base stroking from base to tip.

  I looped my belt buckle into the crevice of the door hinge and gave it a yank. I looped the tail end of my belt around the bundle of her t-shirt, binding her wrists, securing her to the door's frame, freeing both of my hands to do what I wanted with Jenny.

  Her chest heaved as she breathed heavy with anticipation in her newfound bound state. She rubbed her legs together, and her heightened arousal was obvious as her nipples were thick erect pebbles and a bright pink flush crossed her chest. I undid her jean shorts and pulled them down her legs as I kneeled in front of her. Her blue lacy panties left little to the imagination and were nothing more than a small triangle and lace band.

  Kissing each thigh, I left a trail of kisses to the apex of her sex and grabbed the triangle of her panties, bunching them into a rope and tugging, rubbing straight across her clit. She threw her head back and thrashed against her restraints, moaning into the side of her arm. I could smell her arousal through the thin barrier of her panties, and I licked each side of her labia as I gave the lace another tug.

  I stood, keeping a taut pressure with her undies on the slit of her pussy. I grabbed her chin bringing her face to mine. “You like that?” I tugged again, and she whimpered.

  “Please,” she panted.

  “Please what? You want me to let you go? I guess you don’t want my cock.”

  Her eyes opened wide and focused directly on me. “No, please, don’t leave me like this.”

  “I won’t leave you tied up. I like this belt.”

  She shook her head back and forth. “No, please don’t stop. Fuck me, Max. Don’t tease me.”

  I gave her a smirk and licked the side of her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. I released the lace of her panties, moving them to the side as my fingers found the throbbing nub of her clit. I rubbed her in slow circles. “Is this teasing? Is that what you think?”

  “Yes,” she said with an exhale.

  “You haven’t seen anything yet.” I drove my finger into her dripping pussy, and she let out a strangled squeak.

  “Is that what you want? Do you want me to fill this pussy?” She nodded feverishly at me. I added another finger, and it slid deep within her channel with ease, gliding through her slick honey. She sighed against her arm, and I clamped my teeth into her shoulder, increasing the tempo of my fingers fucking her into a trance. I didn’t leave marks but applied enough pressure with my teeth to send prickles of goose pimples across her skin. She trembled under my touch as my teeth clamped her skin over and over from her shoulder to her clavicle and down to her breast where her nipple was begging for attention. I sucked hard on her nipple, and she squeaked again, arching her back. I dragged my slick fingers slowly out of her pussy dragging her juices back to her clit. I circled her sensitive bundle of nerves, and she squirmed around my hand, seeking to increase the friction as she chased her release.

  “Uh, uh, uh. Behave,” I said, licking her nipple before blowing on it, perking it to a hard taut peak.

  “Please,” she pleaded.

  “Are you in a rush?” I said, giving her other nipple a lick, circling it with my tongue.

  “Please, Max, I was so close.”

  “And you will be. Again and again until I am ready for you to cum.”

  “What do you want? I will do anything,” she begged.

  “Anything? You shouldn’t tempt me like that. You have no idea what I am capable of, Jenny.”

  I plunged my two fingers back into her pussy, pumping her furiously while applying pressure to her clit with my thumb. Her yelps were coming with each panting breath, and her body was stiffening as she climbed closer and closer to the edge. I watched her intently, giving a lick to each nipple just to throw her off when she would start to stiffen again. My hand was soaked with her juices, and she was so close as she began to tremble.

  I pulled my fingers out, and she cried out at the absence. I dropped to my knees, putting her legs over my shoulders and burying my face in her, licking from taint to clit, lapping at her juices as she sighed. I licked her clit roughly with the
pad of my tongue before finger fucking her again, adding a third digit stretching her. She was so wet and ready, but I wanted her stretched and ready to receive me. I wanted to fuck her hard, but I didn’t want to hurt her with my girth. She needed to be ready. I wasn’t hung like a horse but I got the job done with my thickness. Even with this whore’s well-used pussy, I could do some damage if she wasn’t prepared to receive me.

  She tried to hump my face but couldn’t push herself hard enough off the wall to give her any friction. I pulled her away from the wall so she was at my mercy and tethered from the doorway, her weight supported by my shoulders. I twisted my fingers inside her, stretching her while sucking on her clit. Her body began to tense again and with my free hand I reached in the back pocket of my pants for a condom. I twisted and thrusted my fingers in and out of her pussy and pulled away from her clit just long enough to tear the foil package open with my teeth before sheathing my cock.

  I moved closer to the wall so her feet would touch the floor again as I let her legs off my shoulders and pulled my fingers out of her dripping sex. I finished rolling the condom down to the root and stood. I grabbed her by the backs of her thighs lifting her up and wrapping her legs around my waist. I reached down and lined up the tip with her entrance and bit her shoulder once more as I impaled her on my cock. The skin of her shoulder raked out from within my teeth’s grasp as she arched her back sucking in a deep breath. Her breasts heaved, and I bit down on her nipple sending her over the edge.

  Her pussy clamped down on my cock, and I pumped into her over and over as her climax overtook her. Stroke after stroke, I pounded her pussy, pulling her by her ass down on my cock, impaling her over and over. When she finally exhaled and her body began to slacken, her breath came in quick shallow pants. I reached up and slid my belt buckle out of the door jamb, holding her close to me, looping her still-bound arms over my head and around my neck.