The Mechanic
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He gripped my hip with his warm hand and fucked me with slow, deep strokes that made me feel nearly delirious with pleasure. I didn’t think it was possible, but this was even better than last night. The position made him go so deep and I could feel every inch of his thick cock sliding in and out.
It wasn’t long before I was squeezing his arm and begging him to move faster. He ignored me, his fingers moving from my hip to pull almost lazily at my rock-hard nipples. I pressed back against him, grinding my ass against his pelvis as I pleaded for my release. I was so close, but I needed harder thrusts. I needed him to touch my clit.
He kissed the top of my shoulder. “You’re so fucking hot, Lily. I love your tits and your hot pussy. You belong to me. I’m gonna fuck you every day, eat your sweet pussy, fuck your mouth with my cock and make you swallow my cum. You’re mine.”
Oh God. I was about to lose my mind. His dirty talk, the way he tugged on my nipples, and the feel of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy was driving me insane with need.
I shoved my hand between my thighs but before I could even brush my fingers across my clit, Jack grabbed my arm and tugged my hand away.
“No!” I tried to pull free, but he nipped my shoulder and thrust harder, sending fresh need through me.
“Behave, Princess.”
“Please!”
His hand moved to the top of my pussy and rubbed the soft hair. “Mine. Say it, sweetheart.”
“Yours!” I cried. “Please, Jack!”
“Mine,” he murmured into my ear. His fingers parted the swollen lips of my pussy and grazed across my clit.
I arched, trying not to scream from that delicate touch alone. I was on the knife edge of an orgasm and if he didn’t give me what I wanted, what I needed…
Jack’s fingers pinched my clit, pinched and tugged, and this time the scream burst from my throat as my climax rushed through me. I cried his name, my pussy squeezing around his hard, cock as it drove in and out. As the pleasure engulfed me, Jack moaned my name and gripped my hip. His fingers dug into my flesh, but the pain was distant and unimportant as he shouted hoarsely and came deep inside of me.
We stayed locked together until his cock softened and he pulled out of me with a low grunt. I was panting and sweaty and my hair was sticking to my face. Jack disposed of the condom before rolling me onto my back and peering down at me.
“Don’t look at me right now,” I panted.
“Why not?”
“Because I look awful. I’m sweating and red and -”
“Sweetheart, a woman never looks hotter than just after she cums all over your cock.”
I blushed furiously, and he laughed before lying on his side and propping his head up on his hand. He traced circles on my abdomen and I grimaced when my stomach growled.
He scowled. “You eat today?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Well, because this isn’t my home. I’m not going to just eat food that isn’t mine.”
“It’s your food and your home.”
I pressed my hand against his forehead. “Do you have a fever?”
He cupped my breast and circled my nipple with his thumb. “Of course not. Why?”
“Because you’re delirious and talking nonsense.”
“I’m not. You already forget what we talked about earlier, Princess?”
“I – we weren’t talking.” My confusion was obvious.
He laughed and leaned down to press a kiss against my shoulder. “You’re mine. Remember? You said it yourself.”
My stomach made a funny little flip. “That was just, uh, sex talk.”
“Nope. You’re mine. You’re gonna go and have a shower while I make you something to eat and then we’ll drive to your shitty trailer and pack up your stuff. You’re living with me from now on.”
My mouth dropped open and I stared at him in utter disbelief. “I – no, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“I can’t move in with you.”
“Why not?” He nuzzled my neck before giving my breast a soft squeeze.
“Because we hardly know each other and -”
“We’ve known each other since high school.”
“Okay, yeah, but we don’t know each other. Besides, I might be nearly broke now but I’m still not going to fuck some guy just for a better place to live. I have some pride.”
“You think I want you to move in with me just for the fucking?”
“I – well, yes?” His look of hurt made me feel bad and a little defensive. “Look, can you blame me for thinking that? We’ve done nothing but have sex every time we’re alone. We’ve barely had a conversation.”
He thought that over before nodding. “Yeah, fair enough. I can see why it comes across that way. It isn’t though. I want to help you.”
“Why?”
“Jesus, Princess, do I have to spell it out for you? I like you.” He scrubbed a hand across his jaw. “Fuck, I sound like a goddamn school boy. I like you, I want to date you and I want you to move in with me. If you move in, we’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other.”
“If it doesn’t work out -”
“It will.”
“You can’t possibly know that.” I wanted to sound like I thought he was crazy, but I only sounded hopeful.
“I can, and you know what I think? I think you know it’ll work. There’s something between us, Lily. You can try and deny it all you want, but deep down you know you belong to me.”
I chewed at my bottom lip. “I won’t give up Greg.”
He rolled his eyes. “The stupid cat can stay here too.”
“I want to pay rent and -”
“No. That’s not negotiable,” he said when I tried to argue.
“I’m contributing to groceries,” I said. “Non-negotiable.”
He laughed. “Fine. One other thing – you’re quitting Dale’s Bar.”
“I can’t quit. No other place will hire me.”
“I got you a new job.”
I stared at him in shock. “You did what?”
“I need a receptionist out front at the shop. Been thinking of hiring someone for a while.”
“You’re just saying that,” I said.
“I’m not. Besides, I’m not letting my woman work at a place where douchebag assholes think it’s fine to grab her ass.”
“Your woman,” I said. “Is that what I am now?”
He touched my hair. “Yes. Is that a problem?”
I studied his handsome face with its unexpected sweetness. “No, it isn’t. I’m your woman and you’re my man, Jack Williams.”
A smile broke out on his face. “I’m your man, Lily Carson.”
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The Carpenter
Working Men Series
(Book Two)
Copyright © 2018 Ramona Gray
Madison
“Maddie? Hey, Maddie!”
I twitched and nearly dropped the tray of empties I was holding. My boss was giving me an impatient look. “I need you to take these drinks to table five.”
“Sorry, Ren.” I dropped the empties in the bin behind the bar and loaded up my tray with the new drinks as Ren disappeared into the kitchen.
“Who were you staring at?” Liz, her dark pigtails sticking out from the sides of her head like tufts of fur, peered in the direction I was looking. “Holy shit. Is that the Ice Queen with Jack Williams?”
I nodded. “I heard she was living with him now.”
“Since when?” Liz gave me a look that suggested I was full of bullshit.
“Since last week.”
“No fucking way. Like, I get why she’d be interested in him – Jack is so fucking hot – but why would he want to screw the Ice Queen? I heard from Denise who heard
from Sonya who heard from Allie, that the Ice Queen was screwing men for rent money. Stupid little bitch deserves exactly what she gets. She was such a cow in high school.”
Liz laughed like a donkey and didn’t notice the scowl I gave her. “You shouldn’t gossip about other people. Besides, maybe she’s changed. High school was a long time ago.”
“Whatever,” Liz said. “All I know is she’s just as poor as the rest of us now and she doesn’t even deserve to suck on Jack’s cock. Which, between you and me, I heard is the size of a baseball bat.”
“Nobody has a dick that big. It’s anatomically impossible. Besides, do you really want a baseball bat stuck up your vagina?”
“If it came attached to Jack Williams, I might.” Liz unbuttoned another button on her shirt before grabbing her boobs and rearranging them.”
“For fuck’s sake, Liz. How many times have I asked you not to grab your own damn tits while you’re working?” Ren said. He was back behind the bar and he gave us both an irritable look.
Liz just shrugged, grabbed her tray of drinks and walked away. I smiled apologetically at Ren and headed toward table five. My boss was actually a pretty great guy. When my dad died, his life insurance had been used to cover funeral costs and his medical bills. Luckily, the house was paid for, but I still needed money for schooling costs and day-to-day necessities.
A week after the funeral, Ren had approached me about working weekends and a couple weeknights at the bar. I had accepted gratefully. My father hadn’t wanted me to work while I was in school, but I really didn’t have a choice.
As I dropped the drinks at table five, the door to the bar opened and he walked in. I immediately felt too warm, too aware of the space around my body, as he nodded to me and walked to his usual table. He sat down, the material of his shirt stretching to accommodate the width of his broad shoulders, and his jeans clinging to his thick thighs. The dim bar lights glinted off the silver that was starting at his temples.
I loved that hint of silver against the dark. Too many times, I had dreamt about what it would be like to run my fingers through that dark hair. An embarrassing teenage fantasy that I couldn’t seem to control.
I stuffed the tip that table five gave me into my apron pocket and wiped my sweaty palms against my short skirt before walking toward his table.
“Hi Jacob. How are you tonight?”
“Hi, Maddie. I’m good. You?”
“I’m good, really good. Do you want your usual?”
My voice was too high pitched, too girlish and ridiculous sounding in my ears. I can’t help it though. Just being near Jacob made my pulse race and my pussy wet. It didn’t seem to matter that he was fifteen years my senior. It didn’t seem to matter that he was my father’s best friend. It didn’t seem to matter that he would never see me as anything more than the little girl he used to bring cherry popsicles.
I wanted Jacob. As a little girl, I had loved him. As a woman, I lusted for him, wanted to see him naked, wanted his hard and heavy body on top of mine. I wanted him driving me into the mattress over and over again, pinning me down, whispering in my ear that I belong to him. I wanted him to make me come all over his cock until I was screaming his name.
I realize that I was standing there staring at Jacob like an idiot. He had pasted a polite smile on his face, but it was obvious he was wondering what the hell I was doing.
“Sorry, did you want your usual?”
“Yes please.”
“Okay, I’ll be right back with it.”
I returned to the bar. Ren had already placed Jacob’s drink on the bar. I set it on my tray and returned to Jacob. I placed it on the table in front of him and he handed me the cash, shaking his head when I tried to give him his change.
“That’s too much of a tip,” I said.
“It isn’t.”
“Well, thank you.” I pushed the change in my apron pocket and tried desperately to think of some reason to stay. “So, uh, how is work going?”
He took a sip of the whiskey. “Good. Busy. Doing a job for Eleanor Rochen right now.”
“Oh yeah? What are you building”
Jacob owned his own company. He was a carpenter by trade and he picked up a lot of business in our small town. Most of his evenings were spent building custom furniture that he sold out of a small warehouse type building on the edge of town.
“A new closet system. She wanted something that mimicked IKEA’s closet solutions, but with a little more, as she puts it, class.”
I laughed a little too loudly. Eleanor was one of the richest people in our town. She was also Jacob’s age, twice divorced, and made no secret of wanting to fuck him. I knew without a doubt that she had hired Jacob to build her a new closet just as an excuse to get him in her bedroom. Hell, for all I knew, they were already fucking like bunnies.
Jealousy stampeded through my chest and I wondered if he could see it in my eyes. I stared at his glass of whiskey instead. “So, how much longer will you be on that job?”
“Depends on how many times Eleanor changes her mind, I suppose. Why?” Jacob took another sip of whiskey.
“I was thinking of finally getting those bookshelves built in dad’s office.”
Little lines appeared between his dark eyebrows. “You sure that’s how you want to spend your money?”
I just shrugged. Truthfully, I couldn’t exactly afford built-in bookshelves, but much like Eleanor, I was desperate to have Jacob in my home. Although, unlike Eleanor, convincing him to join me in my bed would be impossible. Still, I was willing to go a couple of months eating Ramen noodles, if it meant seeing Jacob on the regular. God, I was pathetic.
He was studying me closely, his light green eyes roaming over my face until I could feel the blush rising in my cheeks. Before my dad died, Jacob used to be at our house almost every weekend. When the cancer had finally ravaged dad to the point where he could no longer do simple household chores, Jacob had stepped in. He had mowed the lawn, stopped by every Wednesday night to put the trash out, and did any household repairs that needed to be done.
When dad was dying in the hospice, Jacob was there with us nearly every day. He held dad’s hand, listened quietly as dad talked about the old days, and reassured him that he would take care of me.
After dad died, he’d kept his word, mostly. He did take care of me. He still mowed the lawn but he did it when he was certain I wouldn’t be there. In the nine months since my dad had died, Jacob had become a ghost to me. The only time I actually saw him now was Friday nights at the bar. He came in around ten, sat in my section, and drank a glass of whiskey. He was always gone by eleven.
His abrupt disappearance from my life hurt more than I could ever have imagined. I tried not to let him see that hurt, try not to pester him like a little kid looking for attention. He didn’t owe me anything. He was dad’s best friend not mine, and I wasn’t his responsibility. I was a grown woman who could take care of herself. I knew that.
But I missed him. I missed his warm laugh, the way little lines appeared around his eyes when he smiled. I missed everything about him, and asking him to build these bookshelves was just a desperate attempt to be around him again.
Then maybe you shouldn’t have thrown yourself at him the day you buried your father.
My face flamed. Just remembering that night, remembering the way Jacob had practically dumped me to the floor and ran out of the house, filled me with shame. It was my fault that he didn’t come around anymore, and I wished desperately that I could go back and change what happened that night. Revealing my crush on him had been the stupidest thing I’d ever done.
I cleared my throat. “Well, what do you think? Any chance I can hire you to build those bookshelves?”
He hesitated. “I don’t think so. Sorry, Maddie. It’s just really busy right now and with Eleanor’s job, I just don’t have the time.”
Disappointment and hurt rushed through me, but I forced myself to smile. “Sure, I get that. Thanks anyway.”
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sp; I headed back toward the bar, stopping in my tracks when Jacob called my name. I turned and smiled again at him, knowing that hurt was written all over my face but not able to hide it.
“I’ll do it.”
“What?”
“I’ll build your bookshelves for you. But it’ll have to be on the weekends.”
“That’s fine. Weekends work well for me.” I was almost giddy with excitement. If Jacob built the bookshelves on the weekend, then I would actually be around while he was doing it. I was in classes during the week and worked at the bar Friday nights and Saturday nights.
“I’ll start tomorrow morning. Say around eight?”
I didn’t finish my shift at the bar until close to two in the morning, and I was never awake before ten on the weekends, but I nodded my head like an eager little puppy. “That works just fine. I’ll see you then.”
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