Fix Her Up (The Fix Book 1)

by Carey Heywood

  Her legs wrap around my waist as I push my hands under her to grip her ass. I thrust into her and push my face into her neck.

  “Don’t stop,” she begs.

  Never.

  I will never stop wanting her.

  “Right there,” she moans. “Right… right there.”

  Hell, hearing how close she is turns me on even more. I slam into her as she clutches me tightly, screaming my name again. It’s her orgasm, and the way she pulses against my cock that is my undoing.

  “Fuck,” I breathe as I spill into her.

  Before I collapse on her, I twist so we end up on our sides, our bodies slick with sweat.

  Her gaze locks with mine. “Wow.”

  Wow is right.

  I grin and press my mouth to hers. She returns my kiss and I kick myself for waiting this long.

  “Let me take care of the condom,” I mutter, pulling away and getting rid of my pajama bottoms.

  Finley seems to enjoy the show, blatantly watching me. My eyes return the favor. When I see the mess of condoms around her, I bite back a laugh. Finley looks around herself and grins before she pulls the destroyed box out from under her side and tosses it off of the bed.

  She shifts up onto her elbow, resting her head on her palm to watch me as I walk toward my bathroom. It’s going to take a lot longer than one night to do everything I want to her.

  When I get back to bed I pull her into my arms.

  She snuggles into me. “That was incredible.”

  “Oh, I’m just getting started with you,” I promise, kissing her neck.

  “Wait, wait,” she groans, pushing me away.

  “What?” I pout, reaching for her.

  She grins. “We need to talk about what just happened.”

  I hold my head in my hand. “Like a performance evaluation? I say we both earned a ten out of ten.”

  Her smile widens and I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her to my waiting lips. “Need a replay?”

  With her lips against mine, she says, “no, this is important.”

  Groaning, I shift onto my back, tugging her half on top of me, her hair falling around us. “You have my undivided attention.”

  “Do you think this is a good idea?”

  I frown at her question. “Us?”

  She tilts her head to the side and presses her hand to my cheek. “Not us being an us but us getting physical this soon.”

  “This soon?” I tease.

  Her brows come together. “We’ve only been officially dating just over a month.”

  “I’ve wanted my mouth between your legs since the first day we met,” I counter.

  She presses her lips together and I shift her further onto me before wrapping my arms around her. Her skin is so soft, her body so addictive, I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep my hands off her.

  She ducks her face into my neck. “I can’t believe we did that.”

  “Did that?” I repeat, confused.

  “Never mind.” Her shy reply comes too quickly.

  I don’t let it go. “Do you mean me eating you?”

  “Let’s talk about something else,” she deflects.

  I shift away from her and push her hair back from her face so I can see her eyes. “You have nothing to be shy about. I loved it. Hell, I’m already thinking about the next time I can get my mouth on you.”

  “Noah,” she gasps.

  I grin at her. “You want, you can crawl up here, hold onto the headboard and I promise you I’ll make you scream.”

  “Oh my God,” she breathes.

  With wide eyes she tries to turn and hide how she blushes. Stopping her, I take the opportunity to kiss her. She doesn’t hesitate long before she’s kissing me back.

  All too soon she stops again. “Stop trying to seduce me. We haven’t finished talking yet.”

  My rising semi starts to deflate. She’s naked, lying on top of me. Any conversation we have will not be getting my full attention.

  “Are you sure this isn’t too soon?”

  My hands slide up her back and then slowly back down, hopefully relaxing her. “I’ve wanted you for so long. Trust me, I don’t think we’re rushing. But, since you’re the one who’s worried, it sounds like you think we are rushing.”

  She presses her lips together and I keep rubbing her back.

  It doesn’t take her long to quietly admit. “My divorce hasn’t even been finalized for a year.”

  “Are you still in love with him?” I ask even though I already know the answer.

  “No,” she snaps, her lip curling.

  “Exactly,” I explain. “Your marriage is over. I don’t have an issue with you being divorced, do you?”

  She stares at me before surprising me by saying, “I feel bad for being divorced. I hate that you’re settling for me.”

  I lift a hand to press the bridge of my nose. “Settling for you?”

  Her shoulder dips as she gives me a noncommittal shrug.

  “I do not feel like I’m settling for you,” I promise. “If anything, I think you were made for me. I have never,” I repeat my last word for emphasis, “never met anyone that I’ve wanted not only physically, but in every way, the way I want you. We’re together every single day. Have I given you any reason to doubt the way I feel about you?”

  She shakes her head and I keep going. “You’re the one with the concerns here. Do you think being together is a mistake?”

  She shakes her head. “No. No, I don’t.”

  I lift my brows. “Sure?”

  She lowers her head to my chest. “I’m a head case.”

  My hands stop moving on her so I can shift her onto me fully. “You’ve gone through more changes in a short period of time than most.”

  She nods in agreement.

  “How about we get away for a weekend?”

  “And go where?”

  “My brother Asher has a small cabin on his property. I can call him and see if we can use it.”

  “He’s the one that lives on a lake, right?” She asks.

  “Yep.” My hands shift into her hair as I pull her face close to mine. “I’ll tell you all about it later.”

  She laughs at my blatant subject change and I kiss her anyway. Her laughter dies as she kisses me back. She pushes me onto my back and I willingly let her.

  Then, she explores. Her hands move over me like a silken caress. She shifts up to sit, straddling me, grinding against me as her hands and lips move downward.

  “Damn that feels good,” I groan when she eases herself between my legs and begins stroking me.

  Shoving a pillow behind my head, I watch her. She licks her lips before lowering her head and taking me into her mouth, her dark hair falling around her.

  Pushing her hair to the back of her head, I fist it as she works me.

  Jesus, does she work me.

  I’ll never need to watch porn again, if I ever need to take care of myself in the future, all I’ll need to do is recall this moment.

  She locks eyes with me as she drags her tongue across my cock. Then she takes me deep, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks me.

  My fist in her hair tightens, my hips instinctively pushing upward. If she keeps this up I’m going to be coming down her throat soon.

  “Come here,” I growl, my hand leaving her hair as I bend forward to grab her under her arms.

  She reaches for one of the condom packages that still litters my bed. My hands roam as I kiss her, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples. She opens the condom and stretches it down my length before lowering herself onto me.

  It’s the second time I’ve been inside her. I assumed the emotions I felt the first time we made love were heightened because I’ve wanted her for so long. The intense bliss I feel with our connection is only stronger this time.

  She rides me, breaking our kiss and straightening her back as she takes me. My hands grip her waist, lifting her and then lowering her as my hips punch upward. Need drives me to ta
ke her harder, faster.

  Fuck, as hot as it is to watch her ride me, I need to pound into her. Turning her onto her back, I lean back and grab her ankles.

  She throws her hands back and grips the headboard as I thrust into her.

  “Yes,” she moans.

  Her breasts bounce each time I slam into her. I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s stunning, milky cream skin and dark brown hair spread across my pillow.

  “Don’t stop,” she pleads.

  This is the second time tonight she’s said this.

  I bend over her, folding her in half, going deeper, thrusting harder.

  “I won’t stop. I’ll never stop. I’ll make you come so many times you won’t be able to get out of this bed ever again.”

  That does it. With a breathy groan she cries out. I tumble after her, burying my face into her neck as I growl out my release.

  She smacks my arm after I collapse on her. “You’re squishing me.”

  Rolling to my back, she follows, splaying out across my chest.

  We lay there for a few moments catching our breath before she looks up at me. “Can we swim in the lake?”

  I’m guessing that’s a yes to going away for the weekend. “It won’t be warm enough until next summer.”

  Her head pops up. “Can we ice skate on it?”

  I lean up to kiss her, feeling light and happy that she wants to go away and sounds excited. “It should freeze over in January. We can go back then and skate on it. This trip we can go for a hike around the lake. It’s pretty this time of year with all the leaves.”

  Her eyes get all dreamy. “Okay.”

  I sit up and pull her with me. “Let’s take a bath.”

  “Not a shower?”

  I shake my head. “I want to hold you.”

  When we reach the bathroom, I get rid of the condom before twisting on the water.

  She smiles up at me, pressing her palm to my chest and popping up onto her toes to offer me her lips. She’s surprised me by how comfortable she is with her body. Not once has she tried to hide herself from me. When I’m by myself, I like to sleep naked. I’m looking forward to doing it with her naked body wrapped around mine tonight.

  We kiss as the tub fills with water. Once it’s full, Finley climbs in first, making room for me to ease in behind her. She settles her back to my chest and I hug her to me. Her head rests against my shoulder, her face turning so she can kiss my neck.

  “My legs feel like jelly.”

  I take that as the compliment intended and rub my shin against her. “They feel great to me.”

  She laughs and I’m reminded that only hours ago she was stressed out over her ex. Now she’s sated and laughing in my arms. Taking a bath has never been my thing. Now I’m second guessing that. We slowly wash each other, our soapy hands exploring and caressing every wet inch of our skin.

  After our bath, we help each other towel off and go back to bed. Finley and I both hold back laughs as we pick up all the unused condoms.

  “Leave one out,” I say, as she starts closing my bedside drawer.

  “Why?”

  “Two words,” I reply and then help her onto the bed. “Morning sex.”

  Her face splits with her smile. “I like the sound of that.”

  With visions of all of the different ways I can wake her up, I drift off to sleep peacefully.

  17

  Finley

  At this point, Asher is the only Thompson I haven’t met. Out of his brothers and sister, I’m closest to Abby. Gideon is a giant flirt and his older brother Eli is a bit cold but Noah said they had a sibling rivalry thing happening and not to take it personally.

  From what he’s told me about Asher, we have a lot in common. I’m less of a recluse but I can be a homebody and we both work from home. Sure I’m a remote customer service rep for an insurance company and he’s a crazy talented woodworker… it’s close enough.

  I pull on my robe and then tug my overnight bag down from the top shelf. “I can be all packed in thirty.”

  Noah comes up behind me, his hand sliding around my waist as he helps lower my bag to the ground. The body heat from his bare chest warms my back through the material of the robe.

  It’s insane how much I crave him physically. Two weeks ago we made love for the first time. We haven’t been able to keep our hands off of each other since. After we found out Allen left New Hampshire, we started sleeping at my house. Staying at his house delayed the work we were doing on the third floor.

  Now that we’re back here it makes sense for Noah to sleep over, not that it’s work on the house that’s been keeping us up late. Last night we got sidetracked when an innocent kiss turned into hours of sex and I already crave him again.

  Turning in his arms, I jump and he catches me. My robe is off and lying on the floor by the time we make it to the bed.

  Before he climbs over top of me, I roll over to my stomach and rise up onto my hands and knees. “Like this,” I plead. “I want you like this.”

  He presses his hand to my back. “Ask and you shall receive.”

  I give him a sultry look over my shoulder, catching the heat in his eyes as he stares down at me.

  His hand continues to move down my back and over the swell of my ass. He kneads my flesh, the rough feel of his fingers only turning me on more.

  I grab a condom from my bedside table and pass it to him. He makes quick work of putting it on before driving into me. My head rears back as I fight the impulse for my arms to buckle.

  “Fuck,” he groans.

  I feel that word all over. There is nothing in the world sexier than the power my body seems to have over him. What’s even better, is I feel the same way about his.

  We go at each other each morning before work. The hours that we’re apart during the day I crave him. When he comes over after work, I practically jump him at the front door. Most of the time we’ve been able to make it up to my bedroom. The times he laid me out on the dining room table, spread me on the stairs and took me on my kitchen countertop were the only exceptions to that.

  His fingers dig into my hips as he pulls me back onto his cock. I fall forward onto the bed and reach my hand between my legs.

  “That’s it. Touch yourself baby, come all over my dick,” he orders.

  There’s no other sound in the room save the slap of our flesh. He curls his body over mine and turns my face toward him. His lips find mine and he takes my mouth with the same intensity that his body is taking mine.

  I cry out my orgasm against his mouth. Not long after, he grunts as he finds his release. When he pulls out he gives my ass a swat. Laughing I wiggle it and both of his hands come down to cup and squeeze my cheeks.

  “Face down and ass up, it’s like you’re trying to kill me,” he says, pushing my hip until I topple over to one side.

  I watch him as he walks to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. His body was beautiful even before I knew it as well as I do now. Muscular calves that lead to thick thighs and an ass sculpted by a master. His back is nothing to sneeze at either.

  If I had to pick a body part I loved the most, other than the one he just pounded me with, it would be his arms. I’ve never felt more secure anywhere than wrapped tightly in them.

  “That doesn’t look like packing,” Noah jokes as he walks back into the room.

  “I don’t think I can move,” I groan. “You broke me.”

  He trails his fingertips across the arches of my feet making me pull away. He chuckles at my reaction. I pout but get ready, mainly because I’m excited about meeting Asher.

  It’s early December, the roads are clear but it’s surreal to see snow on either side of the road. Despite my dad’s protests, I have driven in the snow. I haven’t gone far and it’s been the only times Noah has rode shotgun. He didn’t want me to be scared of running to the store or of driving if there was an emergency.

  Our drive north is peaceful, a winding two lane highway thick with forests and glimpses of mountai
n peaks. These are parts of New Hampshire I’ve never seen before and I’m happy to silently drink in the view with Noah’s warm hand resting on my thigh. Two or so hours later, we’re turning onto his property.

  “That’s his house,” Noah says pointing out the windshield. “And that’s his workshop.” Then he nods his head in the direction to a path. “And, the cabin we’ll be staying at is down that path.”

  It’s like a Thomas Kinkaid picture come to life. Asher’s house is the biggest of the three, an oversized cottage in a snowy fairyland. The workshop is smaller; it’s simple architecture blending into instead of distracting from its surroundings. The cabin is the smallest building of the three. That in no way dulls its charm.

  “It’s beautiful out here,” I murmur, opening my door.

  “Just wait until you see the lake,” Noah replies.

  He leaves our bags in his truck and leads me toward the front door.

  He knocks on the door but there’s no answer. “He’s probably in his workshop.”

  I look over at the direction he’s gesturing. “He knows we’re coming right?”

  He nods his head and shrugs. “Knowing Asher, he’s working on something and lost track of time.”

  As we get closer to the workshop, we hear the sound of a power saw. Since there’s no way his brother will hear our knock, Noah pushes open the door.

  Asher is facing us, his head down as he cuts a piece of wood. After the wood is cut, he lifts his arm, the saw turning off as he looks up. When he sees us, he tilts to the side before he pulls off his safety glasses.

  “Hey bro,” he calls.

  Asher, who I’ve only seen in pictures, is proof positive that these Thompsons have amazing genes. His brother is taller than Noah by maybe three inches. Where Noah and Gideon share their mother’s coloring, Eli and Asher are dark haired like Mr. Thompson. Noah’s hair can get shaggy between cuts but Asher has that whole mountain man thing going on, with his shoulder length dark brown hair and full beard.

  To put it mildly, he’s seriously hot. As in, off the grid if zombies took over the world you’d want him in your bed – er, by your side – kind of hot.

  He sets his safety glasses next to the saw and moves around it to come greet us. Noah pulls him into a hug, patting his back a couple times before letting him go.