Lover Boy (Blue Collar Bachelors Book 1)

by Cassie-Ann L. Miller

  My whole body runs cold when he mentions Sam’s name. But he immediately rules her out as an option because I’m his best friend, after all. I wouldn’t fuck his little sister, would I?

  Worry crosses his brow. “Dude, going to jail didn’t make you all sideways, did it?”

  Now, I’m annoyed. “No Daniel. I’m not gay.”

  “Phew!” he says, drawing the back of his hand across his forehead. Then a wary look comes over his face. He throws up his hands in surrender and speaks quickly. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that!”

  I give him a pointed look. “Daniel! Not gay!”

  “Okay, so let me hook you up with Sanaya. She’s an administrative assistant at my firm. She’s smart, confident, funny. Plus, her parents are Indian so she has that whole exotic thing going for her.”

  I glance over at Sanaya who’s sitting at a table near the flat screens grinning at me like she’d like to have me with a side of mashed potatoes and gravy. She’s very attractive but I already have my eyes – and heart – set on someone else. “Daniel — relax, would you? Have I ever needed your help with the ladies?”

  But Daniel isn’t ready to give up yet. “Come on! What happened to good old Master Kee? The ladies man?”

  “He grew the fuck up and learned that most women aren’t worthy of my trust.”

  Right as Daniel’s persistence is about to intensify, Gracie, Faith and Sammie come strutting up to our table and thank god because I am so ready for this conversation to be over.

  “How are you girls doing?” Daniel asks, turning his attention to them.

  “Ready to leave,” Gracie announces dryly. I chuckle on the inside. It’s just like Daniel to try and fix the problems he perceives in my love life when half the time, his wife looks like she wants to stab him with an icepick.

  Daniel turns away and rolls his eyes discreetly before looking at me. “Hey man, me and Gracie drove here together. Do you mind giving Sammie and Faith a ride home so we don’t have to drive all the way across town to drop them off?”

  “Nah. Not at all.” Sammie got her car back two days ago but people in this town seem to like carpooling, for some reason.

  We say quick goodbyes and Sammie and Faith follow me out to the parking lot. We make small talk as we drive from Flynn and Murray’s to Faith’s apartment. But as soon as Sammie and I are finally alone in my truck, her hand settles on my knee.

  I give her a sidelong glance. She’s still hiding her tattoo. Under her leather jacket, she’s wearing a little black turtleneck with a dark green skirt and black thigh-high boots that make her toned legs look a mile long. All that yoga and whatnot has her in incredible shape. Her shoulder-length hair is in a ponytail at the nape of her neck and her chocolate-brown irises are full of mischief.

  She grins slyly as her hand moves up my thigh and cups my balls.

  “What are you thinking, babe?” I ask, my voice already thickening as my cock springs to life.

  She momentarily seems a little taken aback by the term of endearment but soon enough, she says, “I want to try something new tonight. Something I’ve never tried before.” Her eyes glint wickedly.

  Just as my guilt was starting to get the best of me. Just as I was starting to wonder if I should keep my hands off of my best friend’s little sister, she goes and says something like that. Damn — it’s music to my Neanderthal brain and now, when I look down at the steering wheel, I imagine Sammie’s ass bent over the dashboard just begging me to show her the wilder side of life.

  I leave tire marks in my wake as I swerve onto Thornbush Lane and pull into my driveway. Sammie hops out of the truck and races up to my front door, laughing all the way.

  I’m right behind her, shoving the door open and pushing her up against the wall. She grabs me by the collar and pulls me close. My hand cups the back of her head and I pull her face toward me, stealing her lips into my mouth. The kiss is fire. It’s lightening. Every part of me roars with life, utterly ignited by this woman. Her groan fills the charged air around us as her body sags, knees weak.

  She shrugs out of her jacket before shoving my sweater off of my shoulders and sliding my t-shirt up over my chest. Pulling away to yank my shirt over my head is almost painful. I kick off my shoes then scoop her up into my arms and throw her over my shoulder, carrying her up the stairs.

  I drop her into the middle of my bed and she pulls me down on top of her, undoing my fly and shoving my pants down to my knees while we kiss the fuck out of each other. I pull off her boots one by one, then I pull her skirt and panties down her legs. I push her top and her bra up over her breasts, too impatient to actually take them off. I kiss down the center of her chest, right in between her perfect, round globes. Her back arches up off of the bed.

  “My nipples…” she moans.

  I smile wickedly against her skin. “What about them?”

  She purrs. “Lick them. Kiss them.”

  “Fuck yeah!” I grumble as I suck one small pink point between my lips. I flick my tongue back and forth across the tip as my hand parts her thighs and strokes the wet heat at her core.

  She squirms beneath me, thrusting her hips against my hand. “Mmm. Yeah.”

  I slide a finger into her wetness. She’s so slick. So tight. My cock is throbbing, aching to feel that silkiness wrap around me. I dip a second finger into her and I press my lips against her ears. “So, you want something new tonight?”

  Eyes closed, she nods against the pillow. Goosebumps spread across her tense skin.

  “What do you want?” I tease, pressing the crown of my cock against her opening.

  I stroke my free hand down the side of her face. A light sweat mists her skin. She’s panting now. “Whatever. You. Want.”

  “Whatever I want?”

  She nods. She’s so eager that she’s crying. A single tear is literally streaking down her cheek. “Whatever you want, Keeland,” she breathes.

  Fuck. This woman is a grenade, vulnerable and dangerous in my hands, both at the same time. She’s going to make me do something stupid tonight. I know it.

  I push my cock harder against her slit, just enough that it penetrates her walls ever-so-slightly. “What if I want this? Just like this?”

  “Take it,” she sighs thrusting her hips hard, her pussy jolting forward and swallowing up the head of my cock.

  “Aaahhhh…” we moan in unison, both shocked by the intensity of the skin-to-skin contact.

  I feel like I’m drunk, like I’ll drown in the heat and the wetness she’s smothering me with. “Sammie…do you…do you know what you’re doing?” I grunt, overwhelmed by the sensation.

  “I’m the only person you’ve had sex with in the past three years?” she pants.

  Without hesitation, I give her the confirmation she’s looking for. “Yes.”

  She jerks her hips again and I have to bury my head in her neck to keep from shouting. “I’m clean,” she whispers. “And I’m on the pill.” Her hands cup my ass and she wraps her legs around my back.

  I feel my eyes fluttering and rolling to the back of my head as I sink into her bit by bit. I squeeze her nipple between my fingers to punish her for making me feel so good, so out-of-control.

  And she loves it. She squeals and twists and moans beneath me, her pussy rippling around my stiffness in a reckless, desperate rhythm. I’ve never felt so weightless and so grounded at once. I’ve never felt so unhinged and so rooted. This woman’s pussy is making me feel things that go beyond just physical. She’s got me feeling spiritual. Emotional.

  Fuck, this is what ‘connection’ feels like.

  Her fingernails sink into my shoulders as she tightens around me. I feel a gush inside of her. It soaks my cock and she shudders as her orgasm rocks her. I pin her hands to the bed, interlacing my fingers with hers as I continue to kiss her and rock inside of her until the height of her climax subsides.

  I’m so ready to explode inside of her pussy, but I have something else in mind. I slide my tongue up her s
ensitive throat and across her jaw. I nip on her ear. “Do you still want whatever I want?”

  She gives me a tired but adventurous smile. “Whatever you want.”

  I pull my cock out of her and slide it back further until the crown of my shaft is pressing against the tense entrance to her ass. Her moan is sharp and high-pitched. I’m nearly out of breath when I whisper. “I want this. My cock wants to be inside that tight little hole.” I palm her ass cheek, massaging her roughly.

  Her eyes flutter. She’s trembling ever-so-slightly. She hesitates for a bit, but then she whispers. “Take it…”

  Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

  I press against her, entering her slowly, slowly. The juices from her pussy still slathered onto my dick lubricate my path. She grinds her teeth and she hisses but it’s pure pleasure that twists her delicate features.

  “Is it good?” I pant, barely able to keep from exploding.

  “So good,” she chokes out, clinging tight to me, sweet lava pouring out of her pussy and onto my cock as I slide in and out of her asshole, establishing a slow, smooth tempo.

  I press my lips to her neck and glide two fingers into her pussy, stroking my fingertips against her walls. A tortured sound escapes her mouth as she clenches hard on my fingers and my cock. Ripples cascade through her body as she spasms against the mattress.

  I can’t take anymore. I burst inside of her, coming in endless spurts.

  We cling to each other, wet and sticky and completely open to one another. It’s violent and it’s messy and it’s perfect.

  “Fuck, Keeland,” she whispers beneath me.

  I smile down at her. “Fuck.” I drop onto my side on the sheets beside her.

  She rolls closer and smiles at me and it's brighter than the sun. But guilt rolls in like a dark cloud when she presses her cheek to my chest and breathes out a contented sigh.

  I just fucked my best friend's little sister...in the ass.

  I probably shouldn't have done that.

  Fuck.

  Chapter 36

  She's splayed out next to me, eyes soft and hooded, a satisfied twist on her lips. The sun peeks in over her shoulder and it's like I'm seeing her through a soft focus lens.

  “Good morning,” I whisper, pushing strands of her chestnut hair off of her brow.

  “Good morning.” She wraps her arms around her pillow and she fills her lungs with air. She’s quiet for a moment, then she giggles into the pillow.

  “What?” I ask, lifting up onto my elbow and peering down at her.

  She’s so fucking beautiful.

  She looks up at me, a dreamy expression on her face. “Last night was…”

  “Amazing?” I grin at her.

  She nods, her eyes flickering. “Amazing…”

  It really was. Sliding into her raw is like dipping my cock into a warm, rippling silk glove. Does that even make any sense? It’s real hard to think straight as the memories flood back into my mind. I’ll never forget how deep I was inside of her pussy and how her asshole grabbed me tight like it would never let me go. And how she entrusted her whole body to me so willingly.

  She gave me everything I needed last night. More than just a fun workout between the sheets. Samantha Trotten has found a way into my heart. Last night, that became clear.

  I love you.

  The words are butterflies on the tip of my tongue, eager to fly out. Ready to swarm into Sam’s face and spook her, to make her jump out of this bed naked and run screaming to safety.

  What the hell is wrong with you, Masters? First pussy I’ve had in three years and it’s got my head all messed up.

  I can’t allow myself to love a woman like Sammie because I can never expect her to love me back. I'm bad news. She just doesn't know it yet.

  Her expression grows serious. She pins me with her stare. “I want you to know that I don’t just go around…y’know…”

  I don’t say anything. I just nod in understanding, my insides twisting, hoping that maybe she’s trying to tell me that she feels something like I do.

  But being Sammie, she has to elaborate. “I don’t just go around having unprotected sex and letting guys fuck me in the ass!”

  I burst out laughing. I don’t mean to. It’s just the way she says it. It’s so…it’s so Sammie.

  She slaps me on the chest. “Come on, Keeland. This is serious.”

  I trap her hand in mine and place a kiss on her knuckles. “I know, Sammie. Last night was…” Phenomenal? Incredible? Exceptional? “…amazing.”

  She studies me for a beat, then she rolls out of bed. She scoops her panties off of the dresser and yanks them on before pulling on her skirt.

  Now, she’s all business again. “I’ll have your p&l statements ready by lunchtime,” she promises as she slips into her turtleneck. “And the annual report should be done by tomorrow. If all goes as planned, we should be able to file the taxes by Friday.”

  As she straightens her hair and makes a beeline for the door, I want to stop her. I want to tell her how I feel. But something inside stops me.

  Chapter 37

  So now, I’m doing the walk of shame across my back lawn, my thigh-highs sinking deep into the slushy earth with each step.

  I can't believe I almost told Keeland I have feelings for him. Actually, I can't believe that I have feelings for him. Obviously didn't learn my lesson the first time he hurt me.

  But that deer in the headlights look he gave me just before I spilled my heart out to him told me everything I need to know; I'm doing this crazy-in-love dance all on my own. He doesn't feel the same. He wants ‘casual’. It's what we agreed on.

  I sigh heavily as I pull my keys from the bottom of my purse and unlock the door. The scent of ginger-chamomile hits me as soon as I step inside and a familiar pair of L.L. Bean women’s snow boots sit at the front door.

  Oh shit…

  “Mom?”

  I hear footsteps slapping across the hardwood floor and seconds later, my mother appears in the kitchen, her silk robe draped over her favorite floral pajamas.

  “Mom!” A stunned smile spreads across my face as I intercept her in the middle of the hallway.

  “Honey, there you are. I was starting to get worried.” She hugs me close to her chest and I can hear the smile in her lyrical voice.

  I squeeze her back. “What are you doing here?”

  She holds me at arm’s length and evaluates me in that way that mothers do. “I came in for a surprise visit. I missed you guys and I want to see my grandson.”

  “Ah — there it is — the truth. You came to see Mr. Pooh.” I chuckle as I head over to the coffee machine and get a fresh pot started.

  My mother laughs too as she pulls out a chair and sits, watching me move around the kitchen. “Yes, I showed up last night and no one was at Daniel’s house. Then, I came here and you were out as well. Good thing I have my key.”

  Suddenly, I begin to panic. My heart is racing as I turn to face my mother. “Wait — is dad here, too?” My father would flip out if he knew that Keeland was staying next door.

  She shakes her head. “No. He’s recently picked up golf. I can hardly pull him off the damn golf course.”

  I laugh. “Daddy playing golf? I just can’t see that.” My dad is blue collar through and through. A former automotive plant manager. A hard worker. I can’t imagine him spending his days riding around on a golf cart and chasing a little white ball around the green.

  My mother smiles. “Well, believe it or not, your father’s a golfer now.”

  I turn back to the coffee. “Why didn’t you call when you got here?”

  “My cellphone was dead.”

  “Oh, well we all went out to Flynn and Murray’s last night. Daniel’s neighbor was watching Sebastian.”

  She gives me a suspicious look. “You didn’t come home, though. Where were you?”

  I feel a knot in the pit of my stomach. “Uh…”

  And that’s when the back door slides open and Keeland steps insi
de in all his disheveled, bed-headed glory.

  He gapes at my mother. “Mrs. Trotten?”

  Her hand slips over her mouth to stifle a gasp. “Keeland?”

  He kicks off his shoes and goes over to her, extending his arms for a hug.

  My mother eases out of her chair and gives Keeland a tight squeeze. He kisses her on the cheek. “My goodness, look at you, sweetheart.” She tips her head back to get a good look at him. “You're all grown up."