The Man Cave Collection: Manservant, Man Flu, Man Handler, and Man Buns

by Ryan, Shari J.

How did I get here?

  Tuesday night is cougar night, and I think it’s a known fact around here. There is not one woman younger than sixty-five here tonight. As it turns out, though, middle-aged women like to throw around money, especially when they are given a passing wink, a personalized smile, or an extra cherry in their drink. I don’t understand what’s so exciting about a cherry, but it’s not a hard job to handle, and in just a few-hour shift, I make more than I usually do during the weeknights. Plus, I can get home early and spend a little time with Kai. As I leave Man Buns, I entertain the niggling thought that has been teasing me all evening. Was it just a coincidence that my shift ended early, or was it a set-up? Does Aya have accomplices in her matchmaking?

  Kai’s definitely surprised, and I sort of scare the shit out of her when I walk in the door at nine-thirty. “Holy crap, what are you doing back so early?” she squeals. Yup. Definitely scared her.

  “My buns weren’t so fun tonight, I guess.”

  “What?” She laughs.

  “I’m kidding. My buns are always fun, hun because, baby, I got back.” I wait for the laughter, but she’s just giving me a look that tells me my joke ended a whole thirty seconds go. “I was cut at nine. I didn’t mean to scare you,” I say with laughter.

  “Oh my God. Okay, so this is none of my business since this is your place. I promise I won’t be one of those people, but you might want to consider getting blinds at some point in the near future,” she says.

  “Why, did something happen?” I walk up to the massively large windows and look out into the small backyard.”

  “I might just be spooked, but I thought I was seeing things out there. I’m not used to windows that big. Of course, it didn’t help that Aya thought she was seeing things too.”

  “Oh man, is she okay?”

  “Yeah, I told her it was just the wind blowing stuff around. She was fine after that and went right to bed.”

  “Good. I’ll definitely be getting blinds, though. I’m sorry you were freaked out.” I make my way across the room toward the couch where she’s sitting. “Thanks again for spending time with Aya tonight. She really likes you.”

  “No problem. I charge fifteen an hour, and I don’t take checks.”

  Without hesitation, I reach into my back pocket, feeling flustered as all hell because I didn’t even consider offering to pay her. I’m such a jackass. I pull out a hundred-dollar bill and hand it over to her.

  She has her hand cupped over her mouth, though, and her cheeks are flaming red. “Oh my God, you’re such a dork. I was kidding.”

  I throw my head back. “You just made me feel like the biggest ass ever.”

  “Good,” she says with an added sharp inflection.

  “Really? You’re trying to torture me? Is that fun for you?”

  She shrugs then stands up, ever so slowly, from the couch, before stretching her arms over her head. “Kinda.”

  “Interesting,” I respond, taking another step toward her. “You enjoy torturing me but have no intention to undo what you’re doing.”

  “I’m not sure I understand what you mean.” She swoops her long hair off her shoulder and places her hands firmly on her hips.

  “I mean, you can dish it out but can’t take it in return.”

  “I’m still not following,” she says. Her voice is so soft it’s merely coming out in a rasp.

  With my heart pounding in my chest, I give in to my desires, scoop my arm around her back, and pull her into me. This time, without warning, I kiss her like I’ve wanted to since the first time. I’ve let my thoughts fall to the wayside as I lift her up and walk down to my bedroom with her. I don’t even have sheets on my damn bed yet. Shit.

  While I expect her to stop me before we reach my room, I’m more surprised when she doesn’t. I’m shocked when she blindly closes the door behind us. I pull away for a moment to assess the situation in the bedroom but find sheets and bedding in place. “Ahh, I didn’t put my bed together yet … ”

  “There was a big box that said, ‘Bedding.’ I thought you might be tired when you got home, so I figured I’d try to make it easier for you to get into bed.”

  “I don’t know, Kai. I get the feeling you had additional intentions,” I tell her. “Are you sure that’s the only reason?”

  She’s gazing at me with an unsettled look. I’m not sure I understand what thoughts are going through her head, but I need to know what she’s thinking. “I’ve never—”

  Now, I’m pretty sure I know what she’s thinking, and since she said she hadn’t been kissed, I assumed the rest. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I had no intentions of pushing you. I like you, Kai, and that’s what I care about. I want to get to know everything that makes up who you are. The other parts are bonuses, but I’ve learned to have patience in life.”

  “I have no more patience,” she tells me.

  “Why me?” I ask her. It’s the one damn question I can’t seem to get out of my head.

  “I feel something for you that I haven’t felt with anyone before. I haven’t let anyone in or close enough because nothing has ever seemed right, but this—for some reason I may never understand—feels really, really right, Denver.”

  “I feel the same,” I tell her before eliminating the space between our lips again. I just want to kiss this girl and feel her body wrapped up with mine like it is right now. I carefully lay her down on top of my perfectly made bed and climb over her, keeping my balance on all fours while analyzing the new look in her eyes. “We don’t have to do this now. There’s no rush,” I tell her.

  “I need you,” she mutters. “And I’m not even sure I know what that means.”

  “You’re telling me no one has ever touched your beautiful body before?”

  She nods her head. “No one.”

  “What about you? Surely, you’ve—”

  She tosses her arm over her face with embarrassment. “I can’t believe we’re having this discussion right now.”

  “I just want to make sure I handle you with care,” I tell her. My arms are beginning to shake from holding myself up, but not from the weight. I’m not sure how much longer I can maintain control with her.

  “I have Thumper,” she says.

  “Thumper?” I repeat.

  “The Rabbit.”

  “I—”

  “It’s a vibrator. I just haven’t used it …”

  “I have to see this thing. Thumper, really? Do you think about the rabbit—I mean. Bambi? It’s such a sad movie.”

  “Leave Thumper alone,” she argues.

  “My sister has a friend who named her vibrator Shermanator. Like from the movie, American Pie. I don’t even know how that got brought up, but it was pretty much the funniest story I’ve ever heard about a vibrator before. Yours can now be the saddest,” I tease.

  “It’s not sad!”

  “Well, does it look like a rabbit? Like, is it hairy?”

  “No,” she says with embarrassment-filled laughter.

  “Okay, well I need to see this thing next time you have it on you.”

  “On me?” She questions loudly.

  “You know what … let’s stop talking about thump-thump-Thumper,” I tell her.

  “Make me feel good, Denver,” she says, almost pleadingly.

  “Maybe we should take things slow,” I tell her. The thought pains me, but I need to show her everything the right way.

  “No, I don’t want to go slow. I’ve waited so damn long, Denver. I don’t want to wait anymore. I just want it the right way.”

  I love that she’s wearing a dress, like this was part of her plan all along. I love that it’s short, and I love that I have a wild imagination and think she has a sexy thong waiting for me to pull off. I lower my mouth to her neck and kiss her gently as I slip my hands up her silky, bare thighs. The moment I make contact with her panties, I confirm my assumptions. A lacy thong. She wanted me tonight. God, that feels good.

  I slide her panties down h
er legs slowly until I reach her ankles, then toss them to the side. “First things first,” I tell her. She covers her face for a moment and I see a red blush erupt on her cheeks. “You’re beautiful, Kai.” I lift one leg and slowly kiss my way from her knee up to her thigh, letting her get used to the sensation slowly rather than all at once. Her body begins to move in small waves, urging me to continue as I place her leg down gently on my shoulder. Just as I position myself below her, Kai’s fingers make contact with my hair as she runs her hands down the back of my head. She’s perfect. I let my tongue slide down between her lips, circling and sucking gently. Her moans grow in volume, and it feels good to know I’m giving her something she’s never experienced before.

  Her grip tightens in my hair and I take that as a request to give her more. I continue circling my tongue, parting her, moving inside of her until I can’t go any further. Her hands move to my shoulders, and her fingernails are piercing my skin, but it feels amazing. I hum against her, needing to release my building need. She’s crying through moans and whines, trying to fight the volume but losing the battle. I slide my hands around her perfect ass and lift her up a little higher to get a deeper reach and close my lips around her, sucking her in as I do. Her body bucks against my mouth as she continues to make sweet sounds that make my cock hard and filled with pressuring pain.

  When her body relaxes and falls to the bed, her erratic breaths take over, and she’s calling my name without question or need, but rather just the desire to connect with me.

  I pull myself up beside her and sweep my knuckles against her flushed cheeks. “How was that?”

  “Oh my God,” she breathes. “Oh my God, Denver. Holy crap. Oh my God.”

  “Wow,” I tell her.

  “Yeah, wow.”

  “I hope I was better than Thumper,” I whisper.

  “I don’t think I need to experience Thumper now.”

  She replaces her dress down over her thighs and loops her arms around my neck, pulling herself up so she can straddle me. I have no expectations, but I have a good feeling about whatever might happen next. “I need to show you what you just did to me. I know this isn’t your first time, but I want to make you believe it is.”

  Holy damn.

  18

  Kai

  I’m not coming back from that. Ever. The years I’ve spent enduring loneliness while wondering, waiting, and desiring the touch of the right man who also desires me—those years are all being erased by the blissful few minutes I just experienced with Denver. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I’ve seen stuff. I’ve heard of stuff. I’ve prepared myself in case the situation was to ... um ... arise, but now I want to give him something in exchange for everything he gave me.

  “I’m nervous,” I tell him. I want to act as though I have enough confidence to back up my lack of experience, but my fear of messing up and doing this wrong is overwhelming. I don’t want to be the laughing stock of this island.

  “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he says, weaving his fingers through the dangling strands of my hair.

  “It’s not that. I want to do this. I want to do everything … and with you. I just don’t want to do it wrong.”

  “You can’t do it wrong,” he assures me. “Just … no teeth.”

  I wasn’t planning on it, but God, imagine if that just happened?

  I know how to unbutton a pair of shorts. I can do that. One, two, swoop. Done.

  “Look at you, unbuttoning like a pro,” he teases. I ignore his remark and continue maneuvering his shorts down his legs with a bit of his assistance.

  “Crap.”

  “What did I do? Did I hurt you?” I ask him.

  He laughs at my questions. “No, you didn’t hurt me. I forgot I still have these damn shorts on.”

  “Oh, I need to figure these cute shorts out, huh?” I slip my fingers under the waistband, noting how tight they actually are. Denver doesn’t seem to have an ounce of fat on his body, considering the lean cut he’s still sporting while his circulation is almost completely cut off. “I think I can manage.”

  I attempt to pull the material away from his skin. It’s seriously tighter than I’ve ever seen an article of clothing, and I’ve worn Spanx under dresses before.

  “Maybe I should get it,” he says.

  “No, I can do it.” I pull harder, and these goddamn things are not moving. “Did you superglue them on?” I laugh. This is embarrassing, but I’m not sure who it’s more embarrassing for—him or me. I attempt to roll the shorts down, and it’s obvious I’m not just embarrassing him now too, but I think I’m making him physically uncomfortable. “Okay, maybe you should get them.”

  He slips his fingers beneath the material over his thighs and pulls them down, but not without a struggle. The moment he frees himself from his shorts, a lump forms in my throat. Whoa. That is impressive, I think. I mean, yeah, I don’t see how it couldn’t be. “Much better,” he says with a sigh of relief. “I can’t stand those things.”

  “I don’t see how you could. I hope it has ventilation.” Ventilation? Why would I even bring that up right now?

  “Actually, the material is breathable, so it does, technically.”

  This is awkward. He’s lying here with his man-dog on display, and I’m just staring at it like we’re in the middle of an art museum. Man-dog? Did I just think that in this romantic moment? I need to snap out of it. Act sexy. Something. No wonder I’m twenty-eight and at a total loss for human interaction.

  He must notice my erratic mood, so he pulls me down and kisses me gently. “I promise, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Kai.”

  Each time he says that I’m more motivated to continue on with my quest. I remove the straps of my dress and let the top fall to my waist before shimmying out of it entirely. It seems the small act of removing my dress is all it takes to impressively excite him. His hands caress my shoulders then slide down the length of my arms. His touch sends chills through my body, and I move backward, positioning myself over his cock. I close my eyes and lower my lips down, taking him into my mouth. The salty warm taste is turning me on, and I feel like I just know what to do. I move up and down along his shaft, sucking gently, being careful to shield my teeth from touching his sensitive skin. How do I just know how to do this without learning? Maybe it’s like riding a bike—but without having to even learn how to ride the bike. Ha ha. Or maybe I’m just a natural sex kitten and never knew it …

  “Oh, man, Kai. Yeah, you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” His hands both cradle my head while his fingers tangle through my hair. With his quiet moans of gratification, I move faster, wanting to hear more reassuring sounds. It’s easy to respond to his pleas with more of the moves he seems to enjoy the most. I curl my hand around the bottom of his shaft and glide it up and down, following the rhythm of my mouth.

  His waist is moving against me, and I think he’s coming close to the end. “Kai,” he breathes. “You don’t have to finish.”

  I’ve heard it isn’t bad to swallow, and I’ve had worse I’m sure. I lift my head and run the back of my hand across my mouth. “I want to,” I mutter. Without giving him the option of arguing I dive back down, taking him in until his cock hits the back of my throat. With more confidence, I twist my tongue around his length and use longer strokes with more pressure. His hands fly up, grabbing his bedpost and it feels as though I’m holding him down but without the need to use strength. “I’m coming, gorgeous.” I brace myself as the warm cream-like texture seeps down the back of my throat like a warm drink. It’s not what I thought it would taste like and the urge to gag hits me hard. I pull away and cover my mouth. I don’t want him to see my face as I thrust forward while forcing the rest of it down. I need something to drink. Oh my God. I have to breathe in and out slowly to relax my throat a number of times before I turn back to face him.

  “I’m sorry,” I sigh with embarrassment.

  “There’s no way you haven
’t—I mean—wow. I don’t even know what to say.”

  Now that the gagging sensation has passed, I refocus my attention on Denver’s look of appreciation and pleasure. That’s what I wanted to see. I lay down in the crook of his arm and feel more than comfortable being in this spot that seems as though it was made just for me. “I hope I did it right,” I tell him.

  “I have no words to explain how right that felt, Kai.”

  Silence finds us as our breaths slow from a furious rate to a place of calmness, but it’s short-lived as footsteps stomp in the hallway.

  “Dad!” The shock from a banging fist on the door forces me to rip the comforter away from Denver, covering myself up.

  “Shit,” I whisper.

  “Baby girl, I’m sleeping. Are you okay?”

  “Can I come in?”

  “Uh, no. Let me get up. I’ll go to your room. Be there in a second.”

  “Dad!” She continues banging.

  I have a bad feeling she’s opening that door, and I know I didn’t lock it. I move off the bed and lie down on the floor on the other side of the bed, just in case.

  As I suspected, the door flies open, and Denver is bouncing around on the bed, most likely trying to cover up his massive erection. Oh my God. Oh my God. She’s going to be traumatized and it’s my fault!

  “Aya, I said I’d be there in a minute. Come on now. You know not to walk into my room like that.” Of course, I can’t help but wonder why, and I’m not sure I want the answer to that question.

  “Why are you butt naked, Dad?” she asks.

  No, no, no. I’m horrified for him. I want to hand him the blanket I selfishly ripped off the bed because all he has is a measly sheet to cover up with, which won’t shield anyone from what I did to him.

  “Aya, go to your room,” he says sternly.

  She closes the door, and I exhale. “I am so sorry.”

  Denver flops over the side of the bed, hanging his head down. “Don’t be sorry,” he says, staring down at me. “You’re adorable.”

  “I’m mortified for you.”