Hard Sweat (Eye Candy Handyman #4)

by Falon Stone

  Garrett looks at me and shrugs. I guess Darby isn’t ready to acknowledge us just yet, and I’m fine with that because what we have isn’t defined. As long as she’s sucking my cock and giving me pussy, I’ll let us be whatever we are.

  “Oh, look at that piece,” Darby says, grabbing my hand and pulling me across the pavement to the other side of the show, leaving Barbie and Garrett by the dolphin statue.

  “You like this?” I ask, puzzled, as she stops in front of a painting of a manatee. They have to be one of the ugliest sea creatures there are, and you couldn’t pay me to hang this shit on my wall.

  “No, you dipshit.” Her eyes narrow, and she pokes me in the chest. “I wanted to get you away from Garrett. What did he say to you? What did you tell him?”

  I throw my hands up, hoping she won’t hoard the pussy from me later. “I didn’t really say anything, babe. I don’t really know what to tell you, but he seems okay with whatever we are.”

  “Oh, you mean like you bangin’ other bitches and me getting upset about that?”

  “Well, yeah. He just doesn’t want anything to interfere with our jobs and getting our work done. You know how he is about his money, and the company’s his baby.”

  She places her hands on my waist, looking into my eyes. “Well, I don’t know what we are yet either, Chaz. We haven’t had the talk. I’ve been too busy with work, my kid, and your cock to even bother to get too deep. Maybe we need to have it soon, but right now isn’t the time.”

  “Maybe tonight,” I tell her, and I don’t know if I should be happy or worried. I kind of liked whatever the hell we were at this point. I didn’t have to worry about anything, and I orgasmed a lot.

  The next three hours walking around the art show are grueling. The sun is hotter than hell in central Florida, and there is practically no shade. I say a silent prayer of thanks when we walk away from the last stand and decide to part ways with Garrett and Barbie and head back to my place for the chat.

  “So, about us,” I say, dropping my ass on the couch and rubbing my legs.

  She sits and turns to face me. “Yeah. About us, Chaz.” She places her hands on mine, stilling my movement. “I like you a lot. You aren’t one of those macho, full of yourself, bullshit type of guys like Garrett.”

  I almost snort. I always thought I was just as big of an asshole as Garrett, but I wasn’t quite as loud and obvious about it as he was. I may have been a little too under the radar if she thinks I’m one of the good ones.

  “I’m macho,” I reply, flexing my arms like a bodybuilder.

  She smacks my shoulder and laughs. “No, goofball. I mean you don’t walk around bragging about the size of your cock like the rest of the guys do. Or about how good of a job you did on your last remodel. You’re confident, but not in a cocky way like Garrett. I really like that in a person. You don’t have to brag and seek acceptance to know you’re good.”

  “I never did get why men do that. I don’t brag about shit. When it comes to women, I let my cock do the talking.”

  “Exactly.” She nods, and her eyes dip to my crotch. “Now, about your cock. I am not Kali, and I won’t be shared.”

  This is starting out well, and the rumble that had settled low in my belly starts to quiet.

  “I guess what I’m saying is I’m a one-cock chick. I won’t be fucking other guys if we’re an us. Got it?”

  “Loud and clear. I’m not sharing you with anybody, Darby. Your pussy was made for me and me alone.” I think about asking if she plans on eating any pussy while she’s with me, but I let it be. Maybe I fuck her so damn good she doesn’t want to bury her face in soft pussy again. A guy can dream, right?

  “As far as your work, I need this job as bad as anybody. I have a kid to raise, and I actually love what I do and the people I work with. So maybe we need to take it slow and see what happens. Right now, I’m okay with us sleeping together, and we’ll see what happens later.”

  “I’m good with that. I’m more than good.” I pull her into my lap, pushing my face between her T-shirt covered breasts. “I could eat you right now.”

  “I won’t stop you.” She giggles and pulls her T-shirt over her head.

  I lift her off me, placing her on the cushion next to me, and start to undo the button on her shorts. Once I yank them free from her legs, I toss them on the floor behind me, not willing to wait another minute to taste her sweetness.

  “I’ll be gentle,” I tell her, remembering that I made her sore with my monster cock this weekend, and I feel damn proud of that fact too.

  “I never told you to be gentle. Eat it like you own it,” she says with a smirk.

  Fuck yeah. She doesn’t have to say another word. I bring my lips down to her mound and flick the most sensitive spot on her body with my tongue. “I’m not stopping until you beg me for my cock.”

  I regret the words as soon as they’re out of my mouth. Up until a few weeks ago, Darby was all about the pussy. I want my cock in her at every opportunity to remind her how much better it is banging my dick than eating some chick.

  I’m going to make sure she doesn’t come until I’m buried balls deep inside of her. That way, she’ll have no choice but to beg me to fuck her. It isn’t happening with my mouth, but I’ll get her so worked up maybe I’ll convince her to let me put it in her ass.

  “You’re an asshole,” Darby says, almost jumping out of bed after I gave her the best damn orgasm of her life.

  I stretch out across the bed, feeling relaxed and sated for the first time this weekend. “What’d I do?” The way she moaned and screamed my name, I know she liked it. She could put on a show now, but her pussy clamped down on me so tight that I know she dug it.

  She straightens her arms at her sides and glares at me. “You can’t just shove your finger in my ass.”

  “Babe, you liked it.” I give her a lopsided smile.

  Her eyes narrow, and she leans over the bed, getting in my face. “Whether or not I liked it isn’t up for debate. A little warning would’ve been nice.”

  “Warning? That would’ve killed the mood.”

  “Would not.”

  “You would’ve said no,” I tell her.

  She wouldn’t have let me touch her ass in a million years if I would’ve asked. She ain’t bullshitting me. No man in the world is going to ask to stick his finger in a girl’s ass before they just do it. Usually, you can tell from the moment you touch their asshole and it puckers up if they’re going to be game or not. Darby’s puckered tighter than normal, but once I touched it a few times and made sure it was nice and wet, my finger slid inside without an issue. She literally came ten seconds afterward. Hello. She wanted it.

  “Just ask next time.”

  That’s a win. She isn’t denying that she liked it because she can’t fool me. I give her a quick nod and pat the mattress next to me.

  “Want to try anal sex?”

  She throws her hands in the air with a loud huff. “You can’t be serious.”

  “Dead fucking serious. Listen—” I start to say when she puts her hand out and stops me.

  “Just because I liked your finger doesn’t mean I want that giant cock in my ass.”

  She stares at me as I grab my phone from the nightstand and press a few buttons. “What are you doing?”

  I hold out the phone and say, “Can you repeat that so I can get it on the record?”

  She crosses her arms over her chest, and the stare turns into a full-on glare. “Repeat what?”

  I’m more than excited by the fact that she thinks I have a monster cock. “What did you say about my cock?”

  “You’re a dick.”

  “So, I can fuck you in the ass, then?” I ask, recording the conversation on the audio app on my phone.

  “Nope.”

  “Why?”

  “I don’t like anal.”

  “You loved my finger in your ass.”

  “Well, your finger is small.”

  “So, that means my cock is…�
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  She sighs before taking a deep breath. “Put the phone away, and we’ll talk about it.”

  I turn the screen off, leaving the recording going, and shove it under the sheet. “Let’s talk about letting me in that beautiful ass.”

  She slides onto the sheet and looks down at me. “You’re such an idiot.”

  “I’m waiting,” I tell her, putting my hands behind my head, totally impressed with myself and excited about the conversation.

  “Your cock is too big, Chaz. I love when you fuck my pussy, and I even liked your finger, but your dick won’t fit.”

  “It’s a monster, isn’t it?”

  “Ugh,” she groans and scrubs her hands down her face.

  “Just say it.”

  “It’s a monster cock,” she says and rolls her eyes.

  “You love my big bad monster cock, don’t cha?” I grin like a complete idiot. But a happy as fuck one too.

  “Fine. Fine. You win. I love your big bad monster cock.”

  I don’t even care that she’s mocking me as long as she agrees that I have a big dick. I got that shit recorded too. She can’t go back on her words now that I have proof.

  “I promise, by the time we get to that point, you’re going to be asking for it in your ass.”

  “You’re so full of yourself.”

  “Never thought you’d be begging for me to fuck you either, did you? But less than an hour ago, you were singing that tune.”

  She crawls on top of me, skin-on-skin, with her tits in my face. “You love my pussy?” she asks, grinding against my dick.

  “I fuckin’ love it, babe.” I grip her hips roughly and push my cock into her wetness. I’m not bashful. I’ll tell anyone who’ll listen that I love bangin’ the hell out of Darby, the girl everyone thought was a lesbian but now thinks I have a monster cock and begs for it often.

  “Stop talking about my ass, and fuck me again,” she whispers against my lips.

  I roll over, taking her with me, and thrust my cock deep inside her without uttering another word.

  6

  “Get your ass in here,” Darby says from the bathroom as I’m playing on the floor with her kid.

  Jackson is cuter than most kids and nicer than his mother ever has been. There’s a sweetness to him that I’ve rarely experienced with Darby, but I love her just the same. I’m halfway standing when I freeze, realizing what I just thought.

  Do I love Darby? Our relationship, although it’s been going on for months, is a mystery. We still haven’t officially called each other boyfriend and girlfriend. We’re friends above everything else, but we fuck like beasts, and she still loves my giant dick.

  “You okay, Chaz?” Jackson asks, pulling on my pant leg and looking up at me with the biggest brown puppy-dog eyes.

  I pat his head, messing up his blond hair. “I’m fine, kid. Keep my spot while I talk to your ma.”

  “You want my sword?” He grabs the plastic toy off the floor and lifts it in the air. “She doesn’t sound happy with you.”

  I laugh and wave his gift away. “She’s happy.” I glance toward the bathroom and know I’m lying. I know every single one of Darby’s tones, and the one she used when she said get your ass in here wasn’t pleasant. Something’s wrong, and I don’t have a clue what I did wrong this time.

  “I tried,” Jackson said, tossing the sword on the floor and picking up one of his green army men that we were lining up for a horrific battle.

  “Be right back,” I say, walking down the hallway more slowly than usual until I make it to the entrance to the bathroom. “Yes?”

  Her hands come through the doorway, grab me around the collar, and she hauls my ass inside the tiny room. The door slams behind me, and I jump, suddenly wishing I’d brought the tiny plastic sword with me, after all.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask, untangling her fingers from my shirt.

  She glances down to the counter with her arms crossed, tapping her foot like she’s listening to a fast-paced heavy metal song. “Look,” she says.

  I glance down, not seeing what the problem is. Everything looks to be in place, just as it always is at Darby’s place. I shrug and look around the bathroom, trying to see what the hell she’s talking about.

  “The stick,” she groans, yanking on her hair.

  “A stick in a bathroom?” I ask, completely clueless.

  She grabs my cheeks, forcing my eyes to the edge of the sink where a little white and pink stick sits near the edge. My entire world stops. Two blue lines have my heart racing and my breathing ragged.

  “You’re…” I stumble backward, knocking into the door.

  She has her hands on her hips, looking completely pissed off like this is all my fault. “Uh, yeah.”

  I swallow down the anxiety attack that’s quickly starting to take hold of my system. “But how?”

  “You do know how these things work, right?” She’s glaring at me.

  I place my hands on the wall, trying to breathe through my nose so I don’t pass out as everything starts to spin. “You said you couldn’t get pregnant.”

  “I guess I was wrong, or the doctors were, at least.”

  “Wait a second,” I say, bending at the waist and letting the knowledge that Darby is carrying my baby become real.

  My baby.

  “How could you knock me up?”

  I glance up, and she’s dead serious. Like I’m the only one who was in bed the dozens of times we’ve banged over the last few months. “I didn’t do anything to you.”

  She was the one who was sucking on my cock when I woke up. Whatever happened the night before after we left the strip club still hasn’t come back to me, but Darby sucking me off the morning after is clear as fucking glass.

  “You did.”

  “My monster cock must be magical.”

  “Fuck,” she mutters, looking up at the ceiling and tensing. “What do you want to do?”

  “Do?”

  She slowly brings her eyes to mine, not amused in the slightest by my response. “Do you want to be in the baby’s life?”

  I’m rocked backward by her words. “It’s my fuckin’ kid, right?”

  I didn’t think people really had these conversations. I thought it was made-up bullshit on the latest and greatest trash television talk shows.

  “Yeah. Who else have I been fuckin’?”

  I point at her stomach, ready to stake my claim. “I don’t know, but if that’s my baby, then hell yeah, I want to be in his life—and yours.”

  Tears start to stream down her cheeks, and she quickly covers her face. “I can’t believe I’m having a baby.”

  “We’re having a baby,” I correct her and take a step closer.

  It sounds so weird coming out of my mouth. She’s had a few more minutes than me to digest this information. I didn’t even have a clue that she thought she might be pregnant. This came out of left field, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was more than a little excited at the thought of becoming a father.

  I wrap an arm around her, placing my hand on her stomach and smile. “I want this baby, Darby. I don’t care if we didn’t plan it. This happened for a reason.”

  She looks up at me with her eyes still full of tears and sniffles, but a slow smile spreads across her face. “Do you really believe that?”

  “Baby, if you’re pregnant, I’m pregnant.”

  She snickers and sniffles. “You’re still an idiot.”

  “But, hey.” I place my fingers under her chin and tip her head back. “My monster cock got up there and knocked your ass up pretty damn good.”

  “Damn it,” she groans. “Is this really happening?”

  I wipe the tears from her cheeks, replacing them with kisses. “It is. Just think, now you can call me daddy.” I waggle my eyebrows, which earns me a punch to the gut.

  “You’re really a sick bastard,” she mutters and nuzzles against my chest.

  “You know what will make it all better?”

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  “Anal,” I say quickly, and she almost knees me in the balls, but I grab her leg before it connects. “Hey. Don’t break my magic monster cock, baby.”

  “Oh my God. We have to tell Jackson,” she says, tightening her arms around me.

  “He’ll be okay, Darb. He’s my buddy.”

  “Maybe. I don’t want him to think he isn’t important.”

  “Don’t think that. We’ll show him how much we love him.”

  She peers up at me, and the tears start flowing again. “You love him?”

  “I love him just as much as his mama,” I tell her and mean every word of it.

  I cradle her face in my hands and bring my mouth down on hers as she murmurs that she loves me too. I never really knew true happiness until this moment. From the first morning I woke up with Darby on my cock until right now, I’ve slowly been falling in love with the woman. Knowing that she’s carrying my baby inside of her is the icing on the cake. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her happy—and our kids too.

  Epilogue

  “I never want cock again,” Darby says, sitting down as softly as she can while holding the armrests on the chair.

  Three days ago, she gave birth to our little girl. She’s the most precious thing I’ve ever seen and the most perfect too. I cried when she was finally born. They were happy tears, though, and a mix of relief because Darby nearly broke off my damn fingers during labor. I never knew she was so strong until she decided to use me as her stress ball.

  “You say that now, babe, but you’ll feel differently when you’re healed.”

  She glowers at me, adjusting her bottom against the cushion and wincing. “Wanna bet?”

  I glance down at Sabrina, and I know that we’ll make another one or at least die trying. Placing the baby in Darby’s arms, I tell her, “She was worth it.”

  “You just sat there, pain-free, watching everything without a care in the world. Of course you’d say that.”

  “I would’ve done it for you if I could’ve.”

  I’m lying of course. That was the scariest shit I’ve ever seen in my life. It was like something straight out of a Hollywood horror film. I totally expected her body to split in half and an alien to pop out with a slithering tongue to try to eat my face off.