by Gem Sivad
Luke captured her other hand and slid it under his shirt, shuddering when her fingers covered his lonesome nipple. “Feels real good to me, sweetheart.”
They didn’t make it to the house to fuck. She unzipped his jeans and peeled them down around his hips. He scooted to the middle of the seat and reached under her skirt, tugging down her panties so he could get inside her when she straddled him.
“I’m going to need those pretty tits uncovered for me to suck.” He choked out the words around a tongue that felt swollen with raw lust as she rubbed the seam of her sex over his cockhead, rocking a moment before sliding down on him, then clenching her inside muscles and squeezing.
He forgot about the seat being cold on his bare ass when she undulated her hips, rotating her tight heat around his erection.
He’d not been kidding her. He needed to suck her breasts, tongue her nipples, bite the turgid flesh and lick her to climax. He pulled up her sweater, pushed down her bra and set his lips around the ruby tip pointing at him.
He’d been afraid he’d lost her with his impromptu visit on Sunday. She’d watched him with the kids like a wolverine with cubs. He’d been wrong in thinking she’d just let him waltz in and enjoy her family too.
He’d missed most of his sleep the night before, trying to think of a way to get back into her good graces. First thing this morning he’d decided to catch her before she went into her job. Maybe coffee and a talk would smooth things over.
He’d heard the news about the factory shutdown in the diner, like he’d told her. And it wasn’t good news. And he was damn glad he’d been in the parking lot when she came out. She’d been a little shocky. He’d seen the look too many times to not recognize it.
She wasn’t shocky now. She was molten heat in his hands. “I’m going to eat you up and make you scream when you come,” he promised, rolling the end of her nipple in his mouth before covering more of her breast, taking the creamy flesh between his lips and pulling on it with strong suction.
Her channel flexed, fisting around him tighter than a rubber glove and she moaned, the sound escaping her throat as Kiley tipped her head back, arching into his greedy caress.
She swayed over his groin, seating his cock ever higher as she pumped her hips up and down, pleasuring both of them. He let her control below as he feasted on her breasts, devouring first one nipple than the other.
When she came, she grabbed his head and held on, pressing his mouth tight to her sensitive nub. He kept on sucking it, stretching the tip and tonguing it as the ripples of her release spread through her, acting on him as a siren’s call demanding that he follow.
He grunted, scraping the tip of her nipple with his teeth and sucking hard on it one last time. Reluctantly, he released her, pulling out of Kiley altogether. He disconnected and she moaned, disagreeing with the move. He pushed the seat back before pressing Kiley to her knees on the floor. She rested her head and arms on the seat, as he drew her rosy rump cock high.
Pushing his jeans down farther, he put more weight on his knee than he should have and winced in pain as he crouched behind her, afraid to touch his dick lest he lose control and shoot. “I’m going to give you a good ride, now, sweetheart,” he growled, surrounding her legs with his thighs. He played in her slickness, rubbing his cock up and down her slit until she begged him to quit teasing her.
He wanted to play longer. Knowing he’d last about two seconds once he put it inside, he sank two fingers into her, pumping his digits in and out of her pussy, feeling her velvet sheath sucking on them.
“I need your cock,” she moaned after he’d teased an orgasm from her.
He ran his fingers through her hair, tilting her head back so he could watch her break apart for him. “Take all of me,” he growled. “Milk it for me, Kiley.”
She pulled his head close enough to bite his lower lip before licking it. He tangled tongues with her as her channel tightened around his fingers. He added a third as she squirmed and spread her thighs, inviting him to sink deeper into her tight, wet, heat.
Christ he was hot, she was hotter. He finally lined up behind her and sank his cock, grunting with each thrust, and grinding his teeth to keep from coming.
“Do me,” she ordered and he dragged his thumb across her clit, pressing on it as she writhed in response. She went crazy, shuddering under him in an orgasm that made her pussy pulse and squeeze his cock. As he thrust one last time, prickles of ecstasy skittered up his spine as he spilled inside her.
Holding his weight on his arms, he stayed connected, his cock resting inside her sex. He knew the spot behind her ear was sensitive. He nuzzled her there, breathing in their combined scent and liking the smell. “Ready for morning chores?” he murmured.
*
Kiley’s problems remained on hold as Luke buttoned her coat and led her to the barn. Once there he instructed her on the way to pull a bale of hay apart. “One flake each,” he pointed at the small section in her hand.
That job didn’t take her long, since there were only two horses. One was dark brown, the other, lighter gold with dark mane and tail.
“What do you call that color?”
“Buckskin,” he answered, scratching the horse’s side under the mane.
“It’s enormous.” Kiley stared at the beast that seemed as wide as it was tall.
“Penny’s not enormous; she’s pregnant and ready to drop her foal any time now. Aren’t you girl?” Affectionately he scratched the mare’s muzzle, gave her a final pat and left the stall. Picking up a pitchfork, he went to work lifting the dirty straw from the floor to the wheelbarrow he had waiting.
Kiley didn’t have a clue what she should do, but she wasn’t much for twiddling her thumbs and doing nothing either.
Luke must have noticed her unease because he pointed at the house. “Hot coffee and breakfast would taste real good when I get done out here.”
“Was that a hint for me to go cook?” she asked, feeling a grin curve her lips.
“Damn, I don’t do subtle well, do I?” He winked at her as she left the barn.
As she passed the truck, her face turned bright red and she thanked God there was no one around to see it. She deserved a red face—the way they’d gone at it in his pickup was scandalous. She shrugged and admitted to herself she didn’t care. Her day, week, and probably month were shot all to hell. Luke had given her a worry-free hour.
His easy manner and teasing remarks made her feel as if everything would work out. In fact, she remembered him holding her and telling her that.
She sighed, grimacing at her wrinkled skirt and blouse. She’d have to go home and change after Luke took her back to town. The memory of her predicament returned. She needed to find a job and she might as well get started. She’d forgotten that fact this morning when Luke swept her along with him.
Chapter Eight
“Please ask Doug to come over. I’ll watch the kids for you and give you a night out.” Kiley tried to think of more to offer as she groveled, begging to use her sister’s husband.
“I’ll ask and he’ll come. I’ll make him. But you need to bite the bullet and call a real plumber, schedule a lube job for your pipes and when he presents the bill, pay it. Doug says you’ve got bigger problems than a plunger will fix and that’s where his expertise ends.”
Kiley looked at the water dripping from the ceiling of her basement and shuddered. “I called the landlord.”
“Probably couldn’t get him. Mom says he’s on a cruise.”
“Reception was fine from ship deck,” Kiley told her grimly. “He said get it fixed and he’d take it off my rent.”
“And?”
“I did call a plumber and I did get an estimate. The guy stuck a camera down in the lines, waved it around, pulled it up and said the front pipe has tree roots growing in it and there’s a broken section out toward the street. It’ll cost me three months’ rent to get it fixed. If I had that kind of money, I’d put a down payment on a house and buy my own set of troubles
. As it is, I paid over a hundred dollars just to hear the bad news.”
“Oh. Geez. I’ll tell Doug, maybe he’ll think of something.”
Kiley hoped so. The first time her pipes had backed-up two weeks before, Doug had shown her the valve to shut off the water. He’d used the plunger and it had temporarily cleared the line.
The key word there is temporarily. Kiley stared at the mess that had once been ceiling tiles. Using the valve, she’d reduced the current flood to a drip but she couldn’t keep the water shut off forever. Right now, the kids couldn’t even use the bathroom. Trying to keep from complete panic, she mopped the floor.
Her phone vibrated and recognizing Marcie’s number, she answered, muttering hopefully, “Tell me Doug’s on the way.”
“Yes indeedy, they’re on the way,” Marcie announced in a chipper voice. “Doug found a buddy who can handle minor plumbing issues. He’s bringing him along.” Her sister’s words extended her a life line and Kiley clung to the phone. “Uh, Kiley, you might want to clean up. Doug’s friend is hot.”
“I’m interested in getting my pipes fixed, not romance,” she muttered, shoving the phone in her pocket. Using the push broom to direct another pool of water toward the drain in the floor, Kiley looked down at her wrinkled shorts and shrugged. But she’d pulled on the shirt sans bra this morning and her nipples were showing through the cotton material. “I need to change.”
Before her thought took action, the doorbell rang and she heard two sets of feet run across the upstairs floor.
“Tell Mom that Uncle Doug and the plumber are here,” Evan yelled, relaying the information to his twin, standing at the top of the basement steps.
Kiley grabbed a towel from the laundry basket and draped it around her neck as she called to Emma. “Send them down.”
Doug’s feet appeared first, clomping down the stairs. Before she saw his plumber friend, she recognized the uneven tread of the man following behind.
“What are you doing here?” she gasped in horror, remembering her face, naked of makeup, her baggy shorts, torn tee, and dirty towel around her neck.
“I know how to dig,” Luke said, ducking to avoid thunking his head on the low ceiling.
*
Though Doug had spent plenty of time in Luke’s barn using his exercise equipment, he’d never visited the house, or knocked on the door—until today.
“I know a poor widow who needs her pipes cleaned. I thought of you immediately,” he’d announced as soon as Luke opened the door.
“I’m not much of a plumber,” Luke answered.
“You own a shovel?” It had been early morning and Doug’s gruff tone had suggested if Luke didn’t have equipment, he needed to go buy it.
Shovel in hand, Luke arrived at the needy widow’s to find her in meltdown. He hid his grin, tickled to see Kiley’s confusion. He had hang-ups, she had more. Doug’s request today had been gold. Luke looked around at the sagging ceiling tile and wondered what it would take to get it fixed.
Miss Independent Woman needed some help even if she didn’t like him coming to her place. She’d made it clear she wanted to maintain the distance between them. But here he was and there she stood, squeegee push-broom in hand, hair in a ponytail, and a perplexed frown vying with her deer-in-the headlight stare. Finally, she unfroze and pointed at the ceiling.
“I have a leak. You know how to do plumbing?”
“Some,” he grunted. Luke didn’t want to claim skills he didn’t have but her desperate expression, linked to the water dripping from above, kept him silent on the subject of his limited knowledge.
While they’d been eyeing each other, Doug went back upstairs.
“I’m taking the kids home to Marcie,” he called back down, interrupting the silence. “Emma’s gotta use the bathroom.”
“I told her to pee outside, Mom, like I did. But she wouldn’t do it.” Kiley’s son added his information as he shouted at the top of his voice down the steps.
“Luke, I’ll go pick up the pipe you’ll need after I drop the kids off. It’ll be an hour at least before I get back.”
Luke grinned, watching Kiley’s expression change from irritation, to relief, to consternation. Without waiting for comment, Doug herded the kids outside. As Kiley and Luke listened, the footsteps crossed above, the outside door shut, and finally the sound of Doug starting his Jeep and leaving reached them.
“You have no bra on,” Luke growled as soon as the silence in the house above assured him everyone had gone. “How about panties? Let’s see if you left those off this morning, too.”
While he talked, he walked, backing her against the cement wall, capturing her hands when she pressed them against his chest, and pinning her arms above her head with his one hand.
“I love your belly,” he murmured, using his other hand to explore. The cropped tee she wore stopped at her midriff. Her baggy shorts hung off her hips leaving an expanse of bare skin. His breath ruffled the fine hair on Kiley’s neck as his finger traced a circle around her navel.
*
“You’re supposed to be working on my pipes,” she whispered, desperately reaching for outrage to replace the sexual thrall rapidly overtaking her good sense.
“Uh huh,” he agreed, nuzzling along her jaw, inserting his foot between hers, nudging her legs apart. His hand drifted lower, toying for a moment with her waistband before ducking under to discover she wore panties.
“I think,” he murmured, pulling his hand free. “I need a taste of this.” He butted her loose shirt upward, latching onto her nipple with lips and teeth while his free hand invaded from the baggy leg of her shorts, sliding his fingers under the band of her panties to touch inside her cleft. All the time, his lips suckled her breast, drawing and licking and nibbling and biting until she hovered, gasping on the edge of orgasm. He dropped her hands, pulled her shorts to her knees and stepped back.
“Turn around and assume the position,” he growled and she felt the heat in her core turn liquid.
She didn’t hesitate kicking off her bottoms. He’d already unzipped his pants by the time she leaned, hands flat against the wall, legs spread shoulder-wide. She stared straight ahead as he lined up behind her, giving her his luscious, thick cock, the force of his first thrust almost lifting her from the floor.
He put his hand on her belly, steadying her as he fucked, squeezing one of her breasts, pinching her nipple as he entered and withdrew, plunging in and drawing out slowly until she shook with need, every nerve in her body poised to uncoil.
His rhythm changed and Kiley tensed. She could feel him gathering himself, his muscles growing taut, his breath louder as he fought for control. She didn’t want left behind. “Not yet, not yet,” she warned him.
“Now,” he overrode her judgment, pinching her nipple and clit at the same time, his hips changing tempo and becoming short, fast thrusts.
She was in her basement, not his barn. Her orgasm swept over her and she turned her head, muffling her shriek against his arm.
He hadn’t worn a condom since she’d started taking birth control pills and she shuddered, loving the feel of hot spurts of semen hitting her internal walls. Her womb lapped it up, contracting and milking his cock until the last trickle of cum had released.
Kiley more or less collapsed, her arms shaking too much to continue bracing against the wall. Before she crumpled to the floor, he pulled out and turned her around.
They stood holding each other for a moment, then, he stepped back, tucking his spent cock back into his pants and laughing. “Pipes, right?”
“Right,” she agreed, snagging her shorts with her foot, scooting them close enough to step into and pulling them up; and as it turned out, none too soon. The sound of the door opening above had her scrambling.
“Kiley, you down there?” Her mother’s voice reached her from the top of the steps.
“I’ll be right up, Mom. Don’t come down. The stairs are steep.”
“No they’re fine. Marcie said you lost
part of your ceiling, I want to have a look.”
There was no stopping her as she descended, talking the whole way down. By the time she reached the last step, Luke had taken up the squeegee broom and set to work leaving Kiley, looking as if she’d just been fucked—which she had—facing her mother.
Never at a loss for words, Jeannie Ballard didn’t wait to be introduced to Luke, she patted Kiley’s arm, pointing at the ceiling and delivered more bad news. “You’ll need to have your electric checked too. The wiring may have gotten wet.”
Then she’d looked at Luke and said, “Can we hope you’re also an electrician?”
“No ma’am,” he answered. “My skills limit me to cleanup and digging.” He accompanied his answer with a sexy grin, making Kiley’s heart beat harder at her mother’s expression.
“You’ll do fine I’m sure, just fine.” She beamed at him until Kiley nudged her back upstairs.
When they reached the top, her mother whispered, “Marcie’s right. He’s hot.”
Chapter Nine
“Mom, Mom, Mom,” Emily chanted, demanding Kiley’s attention. “Come on. Mr. Danvers is here. He’s ready to take us to find a tree.”
Evan was already out the door by the time Kiley reluctantly pulled on her coat. “This is not a good idea,” she muttered as her kids raced ahead of her to their ride.
Kiley wanted to Ba Humbug everything about Christmas this year. She knew it was a bad attitude for a mother with children, but between the higher cost of heating fuel and the dreary winter days, she’d have preferred skipping right over the whole season and moving on to spring.
The kids expected a tree and they were going to get one—a seven foot evergreen from Danvers Tree Farm. She suspected that was why she was in a grumpy mood. She hated taking favors from Luke.
Before the shoe factory filed for bankruptcy, she’d already picked up temporary work as an office receptionist. To supplement the microscopic paycheck she’d thought about finding a second job, but the only thing she’d found was working the supper hour at the diner. Tips there barely justified leaving the kids with a sitter.