Doin' a Dime

by Vale, Lani Lynn

  One hand was on the computer mouse while the other was on the keyboard.

  His bicep jumped with each move he made.

  And I couldn’t help but smile.

  “Hunt,” I called softly.

  His gaze snapped up to the doorway, and the dogs all but freaked out upon seeing me, jumping up and wagging their excited puppy butts.

  “You want to go outside?” I asked them, turning around before getting acknowledgment from my husband and heading in the direction of the back door.

  Once I let them out, I went to the kitchen counter and started on coffee and their breakfasts, as well as mine.

  After allowing them back in, I went back to Hunt and found him once again hard at work, fresh cup of coffee in my hand for each of us.

  “Is this business or pleasure?” I asked, walking into the room.

  His eyes went to the coffee in my hand and not to me.

  “Neither. Well, possibly pleasure.” He paused. “Your aunt.”

  I scrunched up my nose.

  “You didn’t go to sleep last night because you were working on crap for my aunt?” I asked, placing the coffee cup in his hand when he reached out to take it from me.

  “Yes.” He paused. “Though not for her. More like against her if I was being honest.”

  I nodded and took a hesitant sip of my coffee, then turned to stare at the computer screen.

  I wasn’t sure what I expected, to be honest. But a bunch of zeros and ones wasn’t it.

  I turned back and looked at him.

  “Why no other numbers?” I asked curiously.

  He took a sip of his own coffee before answering me.

  “Computers operate in binary, meaning they store data and perform calculations using zeros and ones only. A single binary digit can only represent true—one—or false—two.” He then went off on a tangent about why they did and didn’t work, and he lost me at ‘complex functions.’

  At least, mostly he did.

  His words lost me.

  His voice, however, didn’t lose me.

  He sounded rough, gritty and sleepy.

  Three very sexy combinations that had me wanting to lean forward and run my tongue along the part in his lips.

  “Are you even listening to me?” he asked as I placed my coffee cup down on the edge of his desk. “Because you…”

  I was, but I wasn’t.

  I looked down at my clothes, thinking about how hard it would be to get redressed if I were to climb him like a tree.

  Then I looked at my watch, realizing that I had less than fifteen minutes before I needed to leave.

  I reached for my hair tie and pulled it off of my wrist before dropping down to my knees between Hunt’s splayed thighs.

  His voice trailed off as I started to put my hair up.

  “I don’t have time to do anything else,” I said as I finished tying my hair up in a messy bun on the top of my head.

  “Your hair reminds me of a pineapple,” he murmured softly. “You’re a fineapple.”

  I snickered and reached for his sweatpants.

  The same damn sweatpants that I’d purchased for him the first day he’d gotten out of prison.

  The same ones that were just a hair too tight and showed off just a bit too much.

  If he were to ever wear these out in public, I might very well cry.

  Not because he didn’t look good in them, but because he looked too good.

  “We need to buy you more clothes,” I said, placing my hands on the tops of his thighs as I rubbed my palms upward.

  His breath hitched as he hardened beneath those sweatpants.

  “Are you doing what I think you’re doing?” he rumbled, voice full of hope and hesitancy at the same time.

  “Yes,” I said as I slowly pulled the waistband of his sweats down far enough that the tip of his cock could pop free.

  He groaned when I leaned over and ran the tip of my tongue over the swollen head.

  “Need these a little farther down since you insist on wearing them even when they’re super tight,” I commented.

  He lifted his hips upward, causing the tip of his cock to press against my lips.

  But instead of taking it in my mouth, I helped him pull his pants down, and instead gave myself the gift of his entire cock instead of just the tip.

  The tip was nice and all, but so was the entire package.

  He had a great cock.

  One that was thick, long, and full of nurse porn veins that I loved.

  The tip of his cock was a ruddy red, and I couldn’t stop myself from running my tongue along the ridge before following a vein down to the root.

  “Jesus,” he whispered, his hand going to my hair.

  “These veins,” I said, following another one upward to the top. “They drive me insane.”

  “Well, join the club.” He panted, his head now thrown back and his glasses going even more askew. “Because I’ve been in hell ever since you came into my life and showed me those goddamn eyelashes.”

  I snickered before really getting to work, allowing my mouth to take him in as far as I could before pulling back and trying all over again.

  I hadn’t quite mastered the art of deep throating.

  But I was getting better.

  At least, that was what Hunt said each time I took him inside of my mouth.

  “Wrap your hand around the base,” he ordered. “And fuck the top half with your mouth while you use your hand to jack me off.”

  He groaned when I followed directions, giving him exactly what he asked for.

  I felt his cock pulse and knew without him telling me that he was close.

  But I’d never gotten this far before.

  There was always sex at the end of the line for us before.

  Now, I knew that he was going to come without me.

  I knew that I had two options, swallow or not.

  With anyone else, I would’ve said not.

  But with Hunt, there were things that I’d never, not ever thought I’d like that I found that I did.

  And the idea of him coming in my mouth and me swallowing it was something that made my nipples pucker in excitement.

  Yeah, I wanted to try.

  I could at least say when I was done, if I found it disgusting, that I’d given it the good ol’ college try.

  But I had a feeling I was going to love it.

  He groaned, his hand reaching up to cup my jaw, and he urged me just a little bit deeper.

  When I didn’t complain, he took over completely, wrapping his hand around mine and squeezing so tight that it almost hurt my hand.

  I glanced up at him to look at his face and saw that he was now staring down at me, a look of enrapture filling his features.

  “I’m going to come down your throat,” he announced, voice raspy and thick.

  Then I felt the underside of his cock start to pulse.

  The salty heat of his release hit the back of my tongue, and then I was swallowing, having no other choice but to do so or have it flood out of my mouth.

  Through it all, I kept my eyes on his.

  “Jesus Christ,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

  I wanted to smile but I was too busy swallowing and trying not to get my scrub top messy.

  When he was finally done coming, I scrambled up off of my knees and cleaned my hand off, finding a few escaped droplets.

  His eyes went hot, and his cock pulsed.

  “I can’t,” I moaned as I picked up my coffee. “Shit, I’m already late.”

  With that, I ran my clean hand through his hair, said, “Be good” and was gone seconds later.

  Four hours into my shift, my lunch break came, and I groaned.

  Because in my hurry to get out of the house this morning, I’d not only forgotten my breakfast, but I’d forgotten my lunch, too.

  “Crap,” I grumbled to myself as I pulled out the twenty-dollar bill I’d procured from Hunt.

  Today was tuna salad day in the cafe
teria, and I’d already almost gagged each time it’d passed me in the hallway for the patients.

  I hated tuna salad.

  That was the one thing that I’d always eat when I was younger because that seemed the only thing that my aunt managed to know how to cook.

  And I’d already heard through the grapevine that the grill that normally sold hamburgers was closed today due to short staffing.

  Which meant I was stuck either being hungry—really hungry at this point—or eating a tuna sandwich.

  Which sounded disgusting.

  I…

  “Umm, Wyett?”

  I turned to find a fellow nurse staring at me in wonder.

  “Yes?” I asked.

  “There’s a man. A really sexy one with glasses, with his hair a mess, in these sweatpants that…” She gestured toward the nurses’ station. “Says he has your lunch?”

  I felt my grin grow wide as I hurried in the direction she’d indicated.

  That grin slowly slid off my face when I saw the multitude of nurses gathered around him, chatting it up.

  Luckily, he’d changed out of the sweatpants.

  Now he was wearing a set that were—thank God—more on the loose side.

  They didn’t show every line, indention, and lump.

  They did, however, seem to really cup his package and push it out deliciously.

  Meaning, the nurses, my fellow friends, had seen it.

  There was no way that they hadn’t.

  “Hunt?” I called out, causing his eyes to turn to me.

  When he saw me, he frowned.

  He broke off from the ladies, and two men, surrounding him and walked my way without a parting word.

  When he got to me, he pulled me into his arm and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked quietly.

  I sighed.

  “I was worried that I wasn’t going to get to eat, and I’m hangry.” I all but sank into his embrace.

  Man, he smelled good.

  I still couldn’t believe that this man was mine.

  At least, until he wised up and realized that the baggage that I came with was too much to deal with.

  Speaking of…

  “I got another call from my aunt today, too.” I felt Hunt tense underneath my hands. “Actually, it was from my aunt’s lawyer. He’s saying that he’s suing me on her behalf for ‘emotional damage’ and that he ‘needs my new address’ to make that happen. Unless I ‘want him to visit my job.’”

  Hunt sighed. “I changed your address online. According to the DMV, as well as all public records are concerned, you live in an abandoned lot in Souls Chapel, Texas. I procured it under the Souls Chapel Revenants MC’s name. I didn’t want her finding you.”

  That made sense.

  Kind of, anyway.

  “Okay.” I shrugged. “What do you have in that bag?”

  It was pushing into my side, and it was warm.

  It was making my mouth water, too.

  The smell was divine.

  “Chicken bacon club.” He paused. “No tomatoes. Jalapeno chips. Slice of chocolate cake. Sweet tea.”

  I groaned.

  “How did you know that was my favorite?” I wondered.

  He laughed. “I’m catching up on a lot of stuff in regards to you. But last week you left a receipt on the counter with the order on there. I didn’t know it was your favorite. I just knew that you’d ordered it. I was hoping that you liked it, too.”

  I did.

  I liked it a lot.

  The problem was that the damn place, a mom and pop chain called Misfits, that you got it from had really odd hours.

  And if they sold out of food before I got off of work, then I wouldn’t get to go.

  They sold out a lot.

  That was why I hadn’t bothered getting Hunt anything, because that was literally the last of the meat that they had to make a sandwich with.

  I’d felt sort of bad, so after I’d gotten done eating, I’d stopped and gotten him a sandwich from Subway.

  I’d learned only after that he wasn’t a big fan of sandwiches and he’d already eaten.

  We’d given it to the dogs, and they’d loved it.

  But I’d still felt badly that I’d eaten my food in the parking lot because I was so hungry and had in turn caused him to eat on his own at home.

  This getting used to being married and actually having him around thing was not an easy job.

  But he hadn’t seemed offended by my actions at the time.

  And now he was being all sweet about it.

  “Thank you,” I said softly. “Do you have time to come eat with me?”

  He let me go and caught my hand. “Lead the way to where you want to go.”

  I led him outside.

  It was a little hot and humid today, but I didn’t want to go into the staff room because I damn well knew my fellow co-workers would find a reason to come in and eat with me. Or just drop in to ‘talk.’ Or they’d ‘forget’ something in their lockers.

  Selfishly, I wanted Hunt all to myself.

  When we sat down, the bench wasn’t much to work with, so he held my bag of chips for me as I all but downed my sandwich.

  In between bites of sandwich and chips, he would offer me the sweet tea that was making a sweat circle on the cement beneath our feet.

  “You were hungry,” he mused as he watched me go back to my sandwich.

  I snickered. “You made me workout last night. Then, this morning, I forgot my breakfast and my lunch.”

  He snorted. “That was why I brought the food. And your sandwich looked sad, so I brought you a better one.”

  I bumped him with my shoulder. “How was work this morning? And last night? What kept you away from our bed?”

  What kept you away from me?

  “Well, at first it was something stupid.” He laughed. “I was watching videos on how to ride a motorcycle. Those videos led to me seeing something that I didn’t like in one of them. Then I kind of went down a rabbit hole and got a man’s abused wife away from him. I sent her a message through her private messenger account of a place that would help her if she thought she needed it. Then I deleted that message. Then spent thirty more minutes looking at cat videos. Then I…”

  He spoke about his night as I ate, and by the time that I was finished with my sandwich, honey mustard on my fingers and dripping down my palm, he was still going strong.

  “…then I went back to something that Lynn has me working on because I had an epiphany about something. Then your aunt logged onto one of her accounts, which is cleverly not under her own name, and finally clued me into where she was hiding it. It was the biggest one yet. So, I spent some time on that.” His mouth continued. “I took that…”

  He trailed off when I started to lick the honey mustard off of my fingers, one drip at a time.

  “You’re kind of a mess,” he teased, pulling my fingers toward him and sucking them into his mouth.

  One by one.

  Each time he took a finger into his hot mouth, my insides would clench.

  When he got to my palm and licked that up, too, I was panting.

  He finally let me go, his eyes on my hand.

  “I should’ve made sure that you washed your hands,” he joked.

  I rolled my eyes. “My hands are clean as fuck.”

  He grinned. “That’s my favorite unit of measurement.”

  Giggling, I wiped my hand down with an alcohol wipe I produced from my pocket.

  Not that I minded him on my skin, but they were still sticky, and I was trying to distract myself from climbing into his lap and kissing the holy hell out of him.

  That would likely be inappropriate at work. Especially in this particular garden in the middle of the hospital where every single hallway had a view of it.

  “You have quite a commute to work,” he said as he started to gather his trash. “I guess I didn’t realize how far away Longview is from home.”

 
; An hour.

  “No wonder you have to leave so early,” he continued as he stood up and walked his trash over to the trash can. “I’m going to do a bit of grocery shopping tonight, and I want to look at houses with you as well.”

  I blinked. “What?”

  “I want to look at houses with you,” he continued. “I want one that you’ll love. One that we’ve picked out together.” He paused. “Unless you want to build, because I’m okay with that, too.”

  Build.

  Houses together.

  That sounded pretty darn final.

  And permanent.

  It made me want to scream in glee.

  “Okay.” I paused. “But honestly, I’m okay with the commute. It gives me a chance to listen to audiobooks. I have a couple of irrational attachments to a few audio book narrators.”

  His eyes narrowed as he turned back from the trash can. “Men or women?”

  I grinned. “Men. I like all the deep growly ‘fucks’ they say. You’d be really good at it.”

  He snorted out a laugh. “Reading aloud is a nightmare for me. I read but end up skipping words. Don’t pause long enough on periods. Things like that. I would make a terrible narrator.”

  I searched for the fork so I could eat the cake but came up empty.

  “There a fork in that bag?” I asked curiously, jerking my chin in the direction of the bag he’d just thrown away.

  “Probably.” He paused. “But I shoved it down in there hard and heard something plastic snap. Likely, it’s broken. But I shoved it into a pile of what looked like old pizza. I’m not touching that bag with a ten-foot pole.”

  I eyed the cake.

  Popping the top open, I reached in with my fingers and broke a piece off.

  Luckily, since the slice was still slightly cold, it broke off easily in my hands and managed to stay in one piece while I did.

  So that was the way I ended up feeding myself with my fingers while Hunt watched.

  “You’re slowly killing me,” he grumbled when I finished.

  When I went to suck my fingers into my mouth, he caught my hand and did it himself again.

  “Yum.” He winked. “My favorite. Chocolate cake with the hint of alcohol.”

  I giggled.

  Sadly, I’d already had more than my allotted ten minutes for a lunch break—hell, I was lucky to even get that without an interruption since we were so short staffed—and I needed to go.