Hammer & Nails

by Large, Andria

  My dad bursts out laughing. “Yeah, so?”

  “What makes you think he can even get tickets?”

  “He’s the owner’s son; of course he can get tickets!”

  “True.” I grunt.

  My cell phone rings, interrupting us. I pull it out of my back pocket and check the screen. Nolan. Wonder what he wants. I swipe my finger across the screen then put it to my ear.

  “Hello?”

  “Harley, I just stopped by the house and when I walked into the living room I found a large puddle of water on the floor and the ceiling actively leaking,” Nolan says.

  “Shiiiit.” I sigh. “I’ll be right there.”

  “Okay, see you soon,” he replies.

  I hang up and look at my dad. “I gotta go, there’s a problem at the house. A pipe is leaking.”

  He nods. “Okay, do what you gotta do.”

  “Thanks. If I get done quickly, I’ll come back.”

  He smiles. “Okay, sweetheart.”

  I give him a kiss on the cheek and leave. I get to the house as quickly as I can. I pull into the driveway and hop out of my truck. I climb into the bed where my tools are in a large metal toolbox attached to the truck bed, just under the back window. I get out my tool belt and put it on. I grab a few extra things I think I’ll need then make my way into the house. The lights in the living room are on. I can see the water dripping from the ceiling like Nolan said. Luckily, we haven’t put the sheetrock up yet. That would have pissed me off if we had put it up only to have had to tear it down because it had water damage.

  “Nolan?” I call.

  “Upstairs,” he answers.

  When I get upstairs, I can see that the bathroom light is on. I stop in the doorway to see Nolan standing in the center of the bare bones room, his hands on his hips. He looks sexy as hell in his dark gray slacks and purple shirt. He has his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top button of his shirt undone.

  “Hey,” I say.

  He looks up at me. “Hey. I have no idea where it’s coming from.”

  I smirk. “I didn’t think you would.” I step into the room and pull my hammer from my belt. “I think it’s coming from one of the pipes in the floor.”

  I go over to where the old sink used to be and start prying up the plywood subfloor. It only takes me a minute to locate the leak.

  “Nolan, do me a favor? Go down to the cellar and shut the water off. I really can’t do anything until tomorrow when I can get a plumber in here,” I tell him.

  “Great,” he mutters and leaves to go turn the water off.

  A few minutes later, the leak slows and eventually stops. Nolan returns and leans a shoulder against the doorframe, folding his arms over his chest. I pull a rag and black marker out of one of the pockets on my belt. I dry the pipe as best as I can and then mark it where the leak is so the plumber can easily find it tomorrow.

  “Alright, I got some towels in my truck that we can use to dry the floor downstairs,” I say.

  Nolan nods. “Okay. Want me to take that wood down?”

  “Yeah, just toss it in the dumpster.”

  “Okay.”

  Nolan grabs the large piece of plywood that I tore up only to yelp and immediately drop it. He clutches his left hand with his right and starts cursing up a storm. It’s the most I’ve ever heard him curse before. He bends over and rests his elbows on his knees.

  “…Goddamn motherfucking sonofabitch!” he grits out.

  “What the hell happened?” I ask, bewildered.

  He straightens up, his face red and straining. He holds out his hand toward me. I step closer and see a large sliver of wood shoved deep under the skin in the palm of his hand. I wince.

  “Ouch.” I grimace. “I have a first aid kit in my truck, too. Pretty sure there are tweezers in it. Let me go get it.”

  Nolan hisses in pain and nods. He follows me downstairs and sits on the bottom step while I go out to my truck. When I get back inside, I grab an empty 5-gallon bucket and turn it over, setting it in front of Nolan. I set the kit down on the step next to him and take a seat on the bucket. I fit my knees between his and pull his hand into my lap. My stomach flutters and my blood heats at the contact. It’s been a couple of weeks since Nolan and I kissed last, and I kinda wish he would do it again. He’s a really good kisser.

  I open the kit and find the tweezers. I pull my little flashlight from my belt and hold it out for Nolan.

  “Hold this so I can see better.”

  He takes it and turns it on, placing the beam on his injured palm. Damn, that’s the biggest splinter I’ve ever seen! It’s so deep that it’s bleeding. I also can’t help but notice how nice his nails are. They are perfectly trimmed and the skin around them is unmarred. Mine, on the other hand, are chewed to shit, both the nails and skin around them.

  “Do you get your nails done?” I ask.

  “Yeah, why?” he answers.

  I laugh. “Really?”

  He lifts his blue-eyed gaze to meet mine. “More guys get their nails done than you think. I promise you.”

  I give him a skeptical look. “I doubt that.”

  He shrugs. “I’m telling you. I see plenty of guys in there.”

  “If you say so,” I reply dubiously. “And you are totally straight, right?”

  He gives me a dry look. “Yes. I kissed you, didn’t I?”

  I cock an eyebrow at him. “You did say I act like a man.”

  He barks out a laugh. “Touché. I’m completely straight, I swear. I just like for my nails to look nice,” he says.

  “Alright, let’s get this monster out of your hand.” I smirk.

  I rip open two gauze pads and place them on my thighs, one on each. One is going to be for the splinter; the other will be to clean the blood off when I’m finished. I hold his injured hand steady in my left hand while using my right to work the tweezers. I grip the edge of the splinter and lightly tug, a small piece breaks off.

  “Dammit,” I mutter to myself.

  A couple more pieces break off before I can get a good grip and pull the giant thing out. Nolan hisses in pain. I set it on the gauze. The thing has to be an inch and a half long. I take the other piece of gauze and blot the wound to clear the blood away so I can see if there is any more.

  “I think I got it all,” I tell him.

  “Good,” he says gruffly.

  I take out the small bottle of rubbing alcohol from the kit and open it up.

  “This is gonna sting,” I say and pour a little on his hand before he can protest.

  He yelps, his body tensing up against the pain. He breathes out a curse before sticking the end of the flashlight between his teeth and raking his good hand through his hair. I fold the bloody gauze over and use it to dry off his palm. I then take the Neosporin spray and give his palm a couple of spritzes. I grab the largest band-aid - one of the big ones that are usually for a scraped knee or elbow - and plaster that shit to his palm.

  “Keep an eye on that and make sure to keep it clean. You don’t want it to get infected. Better yet, maybe you should go get a Tetanus shot,” I say and start to clean up.

  “Thank you,” he murmurs.

  “You’re welcome.”

  I stand and throw the trash in the trashcan a few feet away. As soon as I turn back around, Nolan’s mouth is on mine and his hands are gripping my hips as he propels me backward, until my back hits the front door. His hard body presses against me as he sweeps his tongue into my mouth. I’m not playing games anymore, though. Every time he’s kisses me, he leaves me all hot and bothered and yearning for more. Not tonight. I’m not settling for just a kiss anymore.

  Nolan drags him mouth down to my neck where he starts nipping, licking, and sucking on the sensitive skin just under my ear. I suck in a sharp breath as heat pools between my thighs. I tilt my head to give him better access.

  “You better not kiss me and run this time.” I pant.

  “I won’t…I can’t stop…thinking about you,” he b
reathes between kisses. “I want you…so badly.”

  “I want you, too,” I whisper.

  My hands find the buttons of his shirt and I start to undo them. Nolan undoes the buttons at his cuffs and pulls his shirt out of his pants. I don’t even get to finish unbuttoning his shirt when he yanks it over his head along with his undershirt.

  Can you say drool?

  He stands in front of me, letting me admire his impressive physique. I’ve seen him shirtless once before, but this is so much better for some reason. Maybe because I actually get to touch him and explore? I reach out and run my fingers over his rippled abs. They clench and I flick my eyes up to see him fighting off a smile.

  “Ticklish?” I purr.

  “A little,” he murmurs before capturing my lips again.

  We bang back against the door again as we ravage each other’s mouths. He carefully pulls my hair out of its ponytail and sinks his fingers into it. I think he’s got a thing for my hair. I reach for the front of his pants and cup him through the fabric. He moans and it sends shivers of pleasure down my spine. I had grabbed him a while back, he felt impressive then, and he wasn’t even all the way hard. Now, though, he’s rock solid. And big. Not like “Oh my god, that can’t be real” big, but “Oh yeah, that’s gonna feel good” big.

  ~ Nolan ~

  Ever since the last time we kissed, I haven’t been able to get Harley out of my mind…and dreams. Almost every night for the past couple of weeks, I’ve been having erotic dreams of Harley in different states of undress and positions. Fuck, just thinking about it makes me want to come. Then when she so sweetly takes care of my hand tonight, I just can’t resist her any longer. Will there be consequences? I don’t know and I don’t care.

  Harley’s hand is rubbing me through my pants. It feels good, but I need more. I pull back from the molten hot kiss and pull her shirt over her head. I expect to see a sports bra, but what I get is a pale pink lace bra. She has great tits. They are nice and big, but not ridiculous. They fit her body well. Her stomach is flat and toned, and her hips have a slight flare to them. She may act like a man, but her body is all woman.

  I lift my eyes to meet hers as I unbutton her jeans. Her gorgeous green eyes are locked onto mine, her luscious lips are parted, and her cheeks are flushed. My heart thumps in my chest and I don’t think it’s just from anticipation. I like her. I really like her, despite her tendency to annoy the shit out of me. How did that happen?

  I slip my hands into the waistband of her unbuttoned jeans and push them down. She wiggles her hips to help get them down her thighs since they are pretty tight. I drop to one knee and pull off her boots and socks then help her step out of her jeans. When I look up, I’m face to face with low rise black boy short panties with the Boston Bruisers emblem right on the front. I shake my head. I just can’t get away from it, can I?

  “A fan of the Bruisers, are we?” I tease.

  She smiles down at me. “Hardcore fanatic would be more like it.”

  “Great,” I mutter dryly.

  She chuckles.

  I get back to business by gliding my hands up her silky thighs to grip her hips. I lean forward and nuzzle my face against her lower belly, right at her panty line. She sucks in a sharp breath and shoves a hand into my hair. Her skin is so soft, which is so unexpected because of her line of work.

  “When’s the last time a man’s been here?” I ask, kissing her through her panties.

  “Earlier today,” she breathes.

  I look at up her, shocked, and find her fighting off a smile.

  “Harley.” I warn with a frown.

  I use my thumb to rub her clit through the fabric. She whimpers.

  “I don’t know the exact date, Nolan, it’s been a while.” She pants, her fingers tightening in my hair. “Stop yapping and get busy with that tongue.”

  I chuckle. I really like that she’s comfortable enough to tell me what she wants. It usually takes most women a hell of a lot longer to do that, if they do it at all.

  I slowly slide her underwear down her legs, nipping at her hips and inner thighs as I go. She steps out of her panties and kicks them aside. I take her right foot and prop it up on my knee, which opens her up for me. I move in and let my lips whisper over her to tease her a bit. I glance up to find her watching me. A thrill I’ve never experienced during sex before shoots through me. She’s so bold! I fucking love it! Her eyes on me have my dick throbbing in my pants. Keeping my gaze locked on hers, I drag my tongue slowly though her folds. Her eyes flare wide as she gasps.

  I continue my assault on her, gripping her hips tight to keep her from moving. Her body writhes above me. I want her to lose control of herself. I want her to shatter in my arms. Her head thunks back against the door as she moans. Her hands in my hair keep me from moving away. Not that I want to, because I don’t.

  “Nolan,” she breathes.

  I moan against her, loving the sound of my name coming from her lips.

  ~ Harley ~

  Tingling starts at my toes and works its way up my legs. Just a few more flicks from Nolan’s wicked tongue and I’ll be done for. My whole body starts to twitch and convulse and I have to fight to keep my knees from giving out. He is so good at this. I lift my head from the door and look down at him just as his eyes flip up to look at me. His blue eyes are blazing and he really looks so fucking sexy down there. He wraps his lips around my clit and sucks. That does it. It’s all over. My mouth opens in a silent scream as my orgasm rips through me. I curl forward as my abs clench tightly. I drop a hand to his shoulder to stay upright. He slowly pulls back and kisses his way up my body as he stands. I’m forced to straighten up so he can get to his feet. I drop my head back against the door and close my eyes as I try to catch my breath. I feel his hand slip behind me and he unclasps my bra before sliding it from my shoulders.

  His fingers lightly trail over my nipples, pulling a strangled moan from me as I shiver; my skin is sensitive after such a huge orgasm. I hear him chuckle softly. It’s a chuckle filled with manly pride and smugness. If I didn’t feel so fucking good at the moment, I’m sure I could come up with some snappy comment.

  I hear the rustle of clothing and shoes being removed. Then Nolan’s burning hot skin presses against me. His mouth finds mine as he wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me. I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He turns and starts toward the steps. He pulls back from our kiss to look around at the clothes scattering the floor. With me in his arms, he bends down and picks up his undershirt. I can’t help but giggle as he dips me. His amused gaze meets mine as he straightens back up with the T-shirt and continues for the steps.

  My heart flutters at the fondness in his gaze when he looks at me. Surely, this is just sex for him and nothing more. He thinks I’m attractive, that’s it. He can’t stand me otherwise, right? As much as I’d like to continue saying that I hate him, I can’t. Over the past couple of weeks, it seems as though I started to actually…like…him. Gasp! I know. Crazy, right?

  Nolan sets his shirt on one of the steps then sets my ass down on it. He steps back and I finally get a full view of him in all his glory. Holy shit! The man is perfect! His muscles are well defined but he’s not overly bulky. His cock is long and thick and curved a little to the left. He scoops his pants off the floor and pulls out his wallet. Opening it up, he tugs out a condom from one of the sides.

  “What are you a boy scout or something, keeping a condom in your wallet?” I snicker.

  He smirks and shrugs. “Ya never know when you might need one.”

  I raise an eyebrow at that. “I guess random hook-ups happen to you fairly often,” I say dryly.

  He drops his pants and wallet to the floor then comes over and kneels on a lower step between my legs. He tears open the condom with his teeth and pulls it out. He rolls it on then leans over to kiss me softly on the lips. I assume he’s ignoring my comment.

  He pulls back only far enough so that he can look into my
eyes. He brushes the tip of his nose over mine. A very sweet gesture that has my stomach flip-flopping. “I’m not going to lie and say that I haven’t slept around. I’m a single guy and have had my fair share of one night stands. That being said, I haven’t been with anyone since meeting you,” he murmurs softly.

  I grin. “Even though you hated me at first?”

  He smiles and the corners of his eyes crinkle. “Don’t ask me to explain it because I can’t.”

  I laugh and shake my head. “Alright, enough talking, do me already,” I say and grab the back of his neck to pull him in for a heated kiss.

  He groans and slips an arm around my lower back. He pulls me forward so that my butt is resting on the edge of the step then uses his other hand to line himself up with my core. He pushes in slowly and I moan into his mouth as we continue to kiss. He works his way in using short thrusts. I’ve forgotten how much I love sex, that’s how long it’s been for me. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around the backs of his thighs. Nolan pulls back from our kiss and drops his forehead against mine.

  “You feel so good.” He pants, his lips brushing mine.

  Once he’s fully seated, he stops moving and tucks his face into my neck.

  “Everything okay?” I ask.

  “Yeah, I just need a second. You are so tight,” he replies, his voice strained.

  “I told you it’s been a while.” I smirk.

  He just grunts and slowly pulls back before thrusting forward. I cry out and clutch the back of his head. Shit, that feels good. He starts slowly then builds up to a faster pace. He lifts my ass off the step to get a better angle, but that has my back digging into the tread of a step. Nolan wraps his other arm around me and stands, remaining inside of me. He quickly turns and sits down on the second step.

  “Lean back and put your hands on my knees,” he rumbles.

  I do as he says. I lean back, having to arch my back some, and put my hands on his knees.

  “Oh my god,” he whispers as his eyes rake down my naked body. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he says almost reverently.