When Sparks Fly (Sexy Secrets Book 2)

by Bailey, Nycole S.

  He gets back down on his knees and pulls me forward until I can feel him at my entrance.

  “Is this what you want Baby Girl?” he asks as he teases my opening with his hard cock. “You wanna play?” He slowly slides only the tip in and then back out. I let out frustrated sounds as he does it again and again. Only giving me a fraction of what I want and making me impossibly wetter. I scoot down in the chair, bringing my hips closer. He just chuckles before he scoops me up and lays me on the rug that covers the hardwood floor in front of the chair. The look in his eyes lets me know I am going to get Isaac… unleashed.

  The Isaac that makes love to me on the bed is a skillful lover, but the Isaac that is making love to me – correction - fucking me on the floor right now is a beast.

  Sometime later, Isaac wakes me and instructs me to drink a bottle of water, along with taking two ibuprofen tablets.

  “So you won’t be too sore in the morning,” he explains softly as he takes the empty bottle from me.

  Too late.

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  Olivia – Early October

  “So, every year, R&R Construction volunteers with Habitat for Humanity.” Isaac says softly in my ear as I settle against his chest and the movie starts. Everyone is at Isaac and Judah’s for movie night. We have just finished dinner and now we are all settling in the theater room to watch some action flick that the guys picked out. I take his hand and give it a squeeze, letting him know that I am listening.

  “All of us volunteer and I’m wondering if you want to volunteer with us this year.”

  I snort out a laugh and quickly cover my mouth, embarrassed. No one is paying attention to us; their attention is on the TV. Isaac just chuckles lightly in my ear as he wraps his arms around me.

  “What’s so funny Baby Girl?”

  “Have we not met? Me with a hammer and nails equals disaster,” I say softly as I turn to look up at him. He kisses my forehead before speaking.

  “Trust me, I know. My mom and Maddie help with the food and water. You could help them. They always need extra hands with that – making sure everyone stays hydrated and fed.”

  “Yeah?” I say, loving how he is looking at me.

  “Yeah,” he replies before kissing me sweetly – too sweetly for my liking. The room is dark except for the light coming from the TV, so I don’t think anyone can see us. Therefore, I have no problem deepening the kiss. I start to get lost in the kiss, but an errant thought has me pulling back from Isaac’s drugging lips.

  “Don’t these builds usually happen on a weekend?”

  “Yeah,” he says, sucking at the skin below my ear.

  I stifle a moan because I love it when his lips are in that exact spot.

  “What about your football games?”

  He pulls back and looks down at me. He looks a wee bit irritated and he’s actually pouting.

  It’s so adorable.

  “Usually we are able to get a weekend in August before the season starts, but this year that wasn’t possible, so we have a weekend in two weeks. We plan to record the most important games and watch them during the week.”

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  Two weeks later, a sunny and unseasonably warm late Saturday morning finds me pulling a little red wagon holding a tub of water bottles in ice towards the construction crew working on a house. I reach Isaac’s dad (Mr. Matty) and uncle (Mr. Daniel) first and offer them each a bottle of ice-cold water.

  “Thanks Sweetheart,” Mr. Matty says as he takes a bottle of water from me. I nod and give a bottle to Mr. Daniel. He gives me a smile that makes me blush. Isaac’s dad and uncle are hot for older guys. I continue my way up to where the rest of the crew is working, I come to an abrupt stop as I spy four sexy men working hard.

  Isaac, Judah, Charlie and Wood are all shirtless and glistening with sweat as they maneuver about the shell of the house. Every single one of them is sporting varying degrees of defined six-pack abs and I have a hard time focusing.

  “Sexy, aren’t they?” A soft voice asks behind me.

  I turn and Ivy is looking at me with a smirk. I can only nod as I turn my head back towards the men, my eyes zeroing on Isaac. He has on a pair of jeans, workman boots, a tool belt and nothing else. The waistband of his light gray boxer briefs is peeking out. I lick my lips as I watch him and Judah pick up a two by four and nail it into place.

  A hand goosing my waist startles me.

  “Livy – focus!” Ivy whispers in my ear.

  “I am focusing,” I respond back cheekily.

  “Not on Isaac. You are supposed to be passing out water, remember.”

  I watch her take four bottles of water and head over to Wood, Charlie and Zoe. I pull my little red wagon over to where Isaac and Judah are working. I observe them as I walk up. Even though they both have the same sexy bodies, Isaac is the one that has my girly parts all tingly.

  “Boys,” I call out, almost shyly. “I have cold water.”

  Two identical faces turn towards me and both give me those dimpled grins. I pick up two bottles and hold one out to each. Judah takes his and thanks me before chugging it as he walks away. Instead of taking the water I am offering, Isaac leans down and gives me a kiss.

  His kiss is salty, but I don’t care.

  “Hey,” he says softly as he pulls back, opens his water bottle and starts to drink from the bottle.

  “Hey.” I watch him chug the bottle of water, fascinated by his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

  “Can I have another bottle?” he asks when he drains the first.

  I give him another, watching him drink while he watches me watching him.

  “So, lunch will be ready in about an hour,” I state and I suddenly feel like we are meeting for the first time, as I feel all shy and stuff.

  “Okay.” He gives me his empty water bottles and I put them in the trash bag hanging from the wagon handle. “Will you save me a seat?

  I smile big at him and nod before I move along so I can give the rest of the workers water.

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  Isaac

  “1…2…3 and lift,” Charlie grunts out before he and I hoist up the beam and hand it off to my brother and Wood. I wipe my sweaty forehead with my equally sweaty forearm.

  “Damn it’s hot out here. It’s October, it supposed to be cool, not 82 degrees.”

  The guys grunt in agreement. I do a quick scan of the area, looking for Liv. I can feel a slow smile start when I spot her under the big tent where we will have lunch. My smile quickly turns into a frown when I see some dude next to her and all up in her space.

  I never thought I was the jealous type until now. I move to go over to her, when someone wraps a strong hand around my arm and holds me back.

  “Isaac, don’t go over there. I see what you are looking at and Liv is fine,” Charlie says as I look back at him.

  Wood then chimes in.

  “Yeah, no need to act like a caveman. She’s just chatting with him – it’s all innocent.”

  My twin then voices his thoughts.

  “Fuck that. Dude is all up in her personal space. Liv might be too sweet to tell him to back the fuck off, but if you don’t want to do it, I will.”

  Judah goes to walk over, but Wood yanks him back.

  “Both of you need to just need to chill the fuck out,” Charlie says with a slight chuckle. “Going over there and marking your territory will do nothing more than piss her off. Trust me, she will not see it as you being attentive or whatever, she will see it as you being a possessive asshole.”

  “Says who?” I ask incredulously.

  “Says me – been there and done that with your sister and I got my ass handed to me – by your sister. I am just trying to save you some trouble,” Charlie replies. “If she needs you to step in, she’ll let you know.”

  “How?” both Judah and I ask.

  Both Wood and Charlie laugh and it is pisses me off.

  “You see how she is talkin
g with him and even smiling? It means she is just talking with him. Nothing more. He’s not flirting, acting in a threatening manner or anything like that. She is talking with him as if she would talk with one of us,” Charlie explains.

  “Right,” Wood continues, “And if she stops talking to him and doesn’t look at him or starts looking around as if searching for someone to rescue her, then and only then can you go over and piss on her - so to speak.”

  I look at both of them, trying to figure out if they are serious or not. What they said does make sense - I guess. And they do have experience with Zoe and Ivy. I look at my brother and he gives me a look as if to say ‘maybe there is something to what they are saying’.

  “Fine,” I finally say. “Let’s get back to work. We have about fifteen until lunch.”

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  Twenty-five minutes later, after washing up and putting on clean t-shirts, we are all in line getting our food. My mom’s catering company provided the food today, so I know it will be good. After I get my food, I search underneath the tent looking for Liv. I spot her and the rest of the girls at a table at the edge of the tent towards the back. I indicate to the guys where the girls are and make my way to the table as they follow. As I get closer to the table, I see that fucker that was all up on Liv earlier take a seat across from her.

  That flare of jealously I felt earlier is back. As I approach the table, they are engrossed in conversation. I take the seat next to Liv and wait for her to acknowledge me. One minute passes, then two and just as I am about to interrupt their conversation, she places her hand on my thigh and squeezes, turning to give me a sweet smile.

  This gesture pacifies me for the time being. I start to eat, listening to their conversation. They are discussing comic books. My jealousy is easing as I realize that their talking is innocent. They are just discussing a common interest. I grab her hand and hold it in my lap as I eat and interact with the rest of the table.

  A little while later, I feel Liv stiffen beside me, I continue to interact with everyone else at the table but I pay attention to Liv’s conversation with her new ‘friend’. He just asked her out and she declined, telling him that she has a boyfriend. However, that doesn’t deter the fucker.

  “Come on. It’s just dinner and then we can check out the comic book store in Chesterfield County that I mentioned earlier,” he reasons.

  “No thank you,” Liv replies shyly but firm. “I am not comfortable with that and I don’t think my boyfriend would be comfortable with that either.”

  “Well, who says you have to tell him.”

  I hear a huff of frustration from Liv and I take that as my cue to intervene. I turn to look at her.

  “You okay Baby Girl?” I ask as I lean down.

  She turns and looks up at me and I nuzzle my nose with hers. I say this loud enough for the fucker to hear, just in case he doesn’t get it by our close proximity. She gives me a little nod and I can tell that she is a little bit annoyed.

  “Is this your boyfriend?” the fucker asks, with a tone that I don’t like.

  “Yes,” Liv replies looking back at him.

  “You could have told me you had a boyfriend,” he looks affronted.

  “I did,” Liv replies hotly. I squeeze her hand, letting her know that I have her back.

  The fucker dismisses her and gives me a look.

  “You know, your girlfriend is quite the flirt. She had me thinking she was available and interested in me.”

  I know Liv, she is nice to everyone who talks to her, so I know what he is saying is pure bullshit. He took her sweet nature to be something more.

  “Is that so? “ I reply calmly, even though I want to jump across the table and beat the shit out of him just for implying that Liv is being duplicitous.

  “Yeah, she was all flirty with me earlier. You should have seen it. If I were you, I would keep a better eye on her, to make sure she ain’t messing around behind your back.”

  Liv squeezes my hand and then she does something that is totally unexpected.

  She snaps her fingers at the fucker and says, “Stop acting like an asshole!” Even though she is not loud, the entire table stops talking and I can tell they are now paying attention to us.

  “I never flirted with you,” she continues. “I was just nice to you. You need to learn the difference between a girl being nice to you and a girl flirting with you.”

  To my surprise, he looks totally chastised as he looks at Liv before looking back down at his plate. Without another word, he gets up from the table and goes to sit at another table.

  I look down at my girlfriend – totally amazed. She looks up at me. Her cheeks are flushed and she looks embarrassed.

  “What’s wrong Liv?” I ask.

  “That was totally rude of me,” she replies ducking her head. “I shouldn’t have done that, especially in front of everyone.”

  “I disagree. You were not rude. You just let him know what was up – that’s all.”

  “I shouldn’t have called him an asshole.”

  I chuckle. “You didn’t call him an asshole. You told him to stop acting like an asshole. There is a difference – slight – but there is one.”

  I see a slight smile forming on her lips and hear a stifled giggle.

  “Thank you for letting me handle that,” she says finally. “I saw you watching us earlier. You looked a bit irritated.”

  She finally looks up at me.

  “I know you wanted to ‘mark your territory’, so thank you for having restraint.”

  Zoe calls her name and we both look down the table to her. She and everyone else at the table are giving her thumbs up gestures.

  Chapter 11 - All-nighter

  Isaac – A Friday evening in mid-November

  I watch Liv as she moves around my kitchen. We have been hanging out in the theater room most of the afternoon and we finally decided to take a break to cook dinner – well, she is cooking dinner as I watch. The main dish is currently in the crockpot and has been simmering all afternoon. It smells good whatever it is. My eyes follow her as she reaches into the pantry. My cock jumps when I get a peek of the tiny shorts she has on under my t-shirt. On the ass of those tiny shorts is a little cartoon dog holding a bone.

  Yeah, I plan to bury my bone in her later.

  We have the house to ourselves since Judah is out on a pussy binge – his words, not mine.

  Liv pulls a pouch of Chewy’s food from the pantry and I get up from the table.

  “Why don’t you go ahead and finish up dinner, I’ll take care of Chewy,” I tell her, placing a kiss to the side of her head and taking the pouch from her. I go about setting up Chewy’s food and water dish. I cluck my tongue loudly and a few seconds later, I hear his nails clicking against the hardwood floor as he comes running into the kitchen.

  By the time Chewy has woofed down his food, Liv is plating our food.

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  9:01 pm

  Before I can close my bedroom door, Chewy comes strolling into the room, looking for his mama. I shake my head, because as much as I like Liv’s dog, he can be a cock block. He will pick the damnest times to want her attention. I watch him trot up the steps. He tries to climb into the recliner with her before she picks him up.

  Liv has gotten hooked on The Walking Dead series and since I own all the seasons that have aired so far, she has been watching them. Earlier today we finished up season one and tonight we were going to start on season two, which for me translates into I will let her watch five or ten minutes of the show before getting her naked. However, the little big-eared cock block is currently snuggled with my girl.

  “Liv, I am going to shower and then I’ll join you,” I say to her, hoping like hell Chewy will be gone by the time I get out of the shower.

  I take my time in the shower and when I get out, Liv is at the sink brushing her teeth. I kiss the side of her head before leaving the bathroom to put on a pair of sleep pants. I scan the bedroom
and notice that the bedroom door is open. I peek out in the hall and see that Chewy is in his dog bed with one of my t-shirts draped over his rump. Chewy has this thing about sleeping with items of clothing. It used to be just Liv’s clothing but now he has taken to sleeping with items of mine too. She said that it is because the clothing smells like us and it comforts him somehow.

  “Can we leave the door cracked?” she asks as she comes up behind me, running her hand down my back.

  She doesn’t like to shut him out of the room.

  “Yeah, you know that is always okay.”

  By the time I join her on the recliner, she is just starting the first episode of season two. Even though the recliner is big enough for us to sit side-by-side, I pick her up so she can sit between my legs. Once the show starts, I don’t even make it to the five-minute mark before my hands start roaming.

  “Isaac, what are you doing?” she breathes out as I slide my hand down the front of her shorts. She is not wearing panties and I let my fingers stroke through her folds.

  I put my mouth to her ear and whisper, “Don’t worry about what I’m doing; watch your show.”

  She wraps her small hand around my wrist. I ghost my lips from her ear and down the side of her neck, suckling ever so slightly the soft skin over her jugular.

  “Watch your show,” I urge her again, this time lightly strumming her clit with my thumb.

  She abruptly climbs off my lap and stands before me. I look at her warily, wondering if she is pissed. She surprises me by taking off her t-shirt and smirking at me. I smirk right back and slip off my sleep pants. She then pulls down her shorts.

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  Olivia

  “Come here shorty.” Isaac jerks his chin at me.

  “Hey, I am not short,” I reply moving closer to him. “I am 5'5. I would be short if I were 5'4.”

  “So one inch makes you not short?”

  “Yep...if I was 5'4” I would have to buy petite sizes and I don't so therefore I’m not short. Just because you are a giant ....” I trail off coming to stand between his legs. I am naked as the day I was born. He is just as naked as he sits back, slouched in the recliner, looking up at me as he slowly strokes himself.