by Joanna Blake
BOOM
Just like that, I was erect.
“What are you doing here?”
I ignored her surly tone, my eyes glued to her chest. I didn't try to hide what I was looking at either. I was way too focused to do that. Hypnotized, more or less. From her sharp intake of breath, she realized what I was doing too. I licked my lips appreciatively and she crossed her arms over her chest.
I smirked at her, checking out the rest of her outfit.
“Nice slippers.”
She glared at me. We both knew I hadn’t been looking at her feet. I bet those looked cute too. Especially if they were draped over my shoulders as I-
“Jackson, I asked you what are you doing here?”
I lifted up the basket and the tools.
“I’m here to take a look at your… house. Did you forget?”
She stared at me, clearly not awake yet. She even let her arms drop. I used my peripheral vision to soak in those perky tits of hers.
I didn’t want her covering up. My job would be much more pleasant with those jugs of hers on display. One might even say the day would fly by.
“Angelina? Do you want me to look at your leaks or not?”
She rolled her eyes and stepped aside, allowing me to enter.
“Take your shoes off.”
“You’re joking.”
She shook her head vehemently.
“No, I’m not. No shoes in the house.”
I set my tools down inside the door and kicked my boots off. Thank God I didn’t wear raggedy old socks like my brother Jake. Mrs. Garretty had a habit of raiding his sock drawer to throw the old ones away. He would grumble about it and we would all have a good laugh.
Jake had lived on the road for a long time, coming home to stay only last year. His fiance Elle said she was still working on getting him house broken. But not me.
No, I was not the sort of man to show up at a lady’s house with nasty socks on his feet. My breath was fresh too. And I’d shaved. I wanted to be smooth when I got my face between her luscious thighs.
No woman wanted a man’s mouth on her when he was scruffy.
Oh yes, I planned to put my mouth all over her. That was the way to get the upper hand. First I’d make her squeal with pleasure. Soon after she’d be begging me to fuck her nice and hard. I would be more than happy to oblige her.
I watched as she padded into the kitchen, my eyes on her delicious looking ass. I’d like to spank that ass. Oh yes, I could picture her cheeks with some nice red marks on them.
I wondered how much they would jiggle.
“Do you always get up so late?”
She glanced over her shoulder at me, holding her finger to her lips. She spoke softly, indicating that I should be quiet. I did my best to walk softly, not the easiest thing for a man of my size.
“It must have been the wine. Casey slept in too, which is great. She usually wakes up a bunch of times. She needs all the sleep she can get.”
I put the basket on the kitchen table.
“What’s that?”
“I’m guessing it’s baked goods. Muffins, that sort of thing. Compliments of Mrs. Garretty.”
“Oh. Thank you.“
As usual, she looked confused when I did something nice for her. I watched in fascination as she rubbed her foot up and down her other leg. She’d clearly forgotten how see through her top was. I tried not to stare too obviously. It wasn’t easy.
Of course, working with a hard on wasn’t the easiest thing to do either. Maybe I could convince her to take a little break with me before her sister got up. I grinned. A little light fucking before her breakfast.
No, a little would not be enough. A lot. If we started now, maybe we’d be done by sundown.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
“Coffee would be great.”
“Sorry, no coffee. I have dandelion root tea.”
“Sure. I guess you did just move in.”
“Yes but we don’t have coffee around anyway. Caffeine is rough on Casey’s system. I stick to her diet for the most part. It’s easier that way.”
Once again I was struck by her dedication to her sister. She might be a pain in the ass, but she was a good person deep down. That much was obvious.
I frowned a little. It was a lot more fun to think about hate fucking her when I thought she was a high-strung bitch on wheels who needed a good screwing to relax. But even if she was a saint, I didn’t want to be tied down. I just wanted to take out my rampant lust on her delectable little body.
And make her scream.
My ego demanded that.
She was watching me I realized. I hadn’t been staring at her tits thank God. I stole a quick glance when she looked away. I moaned out loud, feeling my cock bob in my jeans.
“What?”
I cleared my throat.
“Nothing. So, where should we get started?”
Angelina
I sipped my green tea, watching Jackson climb a ladder on the side of the house. He had pulled off his sweater and handed it to me. I was fighting to resist the urge to smell it.
Me of all people. Sniffing a man’s shirt. Not even my man either. Just a jerk who happened to smell intoxicatingly good.
This was ridiculous.
I was ridiculous.
I tried not to stare as his bulging muscles pushed against the thin cotton of his t-shirt. The man was exceptionally well built. Not just from the gym either. You could tell he earned those muscles the old-fashioned way. Through hard work and manual labor.
He looked like a cowboy, but the movie star version.
Clint Eastwood on steroids.
It was… distracting. To say the least. And I had things to do.
“Do you need anything?”
He grinned at me, looking over his shoulder from where he was patching the porch roof.
“I’m good.”
“I’m going to get dressed.”
He shook his head and turned back to what he was doing.
“Too bad, I liked the bunny slippers.”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at him. Casey was up now and reading in the sunroom. I’d set it up with one of the hepa air filters, a few houseplants and a comfy chair. I’d even strung some sparkling string lights shaped liked stars along the wall of windows.
After her tiny room in New York, she said it was her favorite room she’d ever had. Our folks’ place had been modest growing up. So it felt nice to give her something that made her feel special.
I stuck my head in the room.
“How are you?”
She held her thumb up and went back to her book.
I climbed the stairs to the bathroom and turned on the water. I decided I would take a long hot shower and-
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and screamed in shock.
My pajama top was see through. Not just a little either. My breasts were clearly visible through the sheer top. And Jackson had let me stand there all morning with my boobs hanging out!
No, not hanging- poking!
My nipples were like little ice picks, ready to cut a hole in my tank top. I growled and opened the door, ready to tear his head off. I was halfway down the stairs when I stopped.
If I did that, he would know I knew.
He would know he had gotten to me.
He would win.
I cursed and climbed the stairs again, shutting the bathroom door behind me. I would take a nice, short shower, put on ten layers of clothing and get on with my day.
I would be productive and calm.
I would not think about the fact that he’d seen my boobs.
I would ignore all his attempts to provoke me. No matter how hard it was. He would not get the best of me today!
Chapter Ten
Jackson
I was whistling as I climbed down the ladder. One job done. A couple more to go.
Surely by the time I was finished, Angelina would throw herself at me out of gratitude.
I could just see the warm look of invitation in her eyes as she led me to her bedroom and submitted herself to me. I would say nothing as she disrobed and offered me her hot little body. I’d be gentle the first time. Tender, even.
After that, I’d take her any way I wanted to. Rough, hard, fast, or slow.
Over and over again.
She'd fall in love with me of course. Most women seemed to. Giving her mind bending orgasms every single night would just guarantee it.
It would be hard to let her down easy, but I’d have to tell her I just wanted a fling. A hot, heavy, long-term fling with lots of sex and very little talking. She would give me what I wanted, and often, but without the ridiculous rituals of dinner and a movie.
She’d want more of course. They always did. And I’d be happy to service her whenever she asked, indefinitely. But that was it. Just sex. No strings attached. She would belong to me exclusively, but I would have the freedom to do what I wanted.
I knew I didn't want to go out looking for other women with her at my disposal, but I wouldn’t tell her that. Better to keep her on her toes. The more casual I kept it, the more eager she would be to please me.
She’d be upset. But that wasn’t my problem. Making her scream with pleasure was.
I grabbed my kit and walked back into the house, kicking my boots off.
Angelina was in the kitchen, messing with a row of vitamins. I heard the blender go off and watched as she poured a large protein shake for Casey. I stood in the shadows and watched Angelina fuss over her sister.
I felt a sudden protective urge come over me. These girls were all alone out here, without any family nearby. That didn't sit right with me as soon as I thought about it.
I would take care of that, I decided. I'd install security and keep an eye on the things. If Casey needed anything, I would provide it. If she wanted to see the horses, or go to town, or a carnival, I would take them.
But it wouldn’t be a date. I would be quite firm about that. I let my eyes wander over to Angelina as she sipped the leftover shake from the blender. She had changed out of her adorable pajamas. Now she wore tight, worn in jeans and a fuzzy cardigan over a tank top.
Sadly, this one did not appear to be even the least bit see through.
She bent over the sink as she cleaned the blender. I admired the curve of her back and the soft swell of her hips. The sunlight was coming in through the window above the sink, making her hair look like molten gold.
“Hey Jackson!”
She stiffened at the sound of my name, but she didn’t turn to look at me. I walked in, setting my tools on the floor. Casey smiled at me in a friendly manner.
An almost conspiratorial manner. Like she was on to me. I smiled at her, noticing she looked pale.
“How are you, Casey?”
She shook her head.
“Rough night. I am going to go back to bed for a few hours.”
Angelina turned abruptly.
“Why didn’t you tell me? Do you need a pain pill? Was it your ankles?”
Casey swiftly shook her head. It was clear she was downplaying how much pain she was in. I frowned, wondering how the hell this had happened to such a sweet girl.
“It’s better now, I’m just tired.”
“Okay, let me get you in there and draw the curtains.”
“Angie-“
“Yes?”
“Would you mind if Jackson did it?”
Angelina looked surprised but she nodded. I realized she would do anything her sister said. And for some strange reason, I got the feeling her sister was conspiring to get us alone together.
Or as alone as possible.
“Sure. I’ll be here if you need me.”
“Thanks Ange.”
Angelina turned back to the sink and Casey gave me a sly look. Then she winked at me.
I suddenly decided that Casey deserved more than a carnival ride at the state fair. She deserved a medal. I knew she couldn’t ride, but if she could someday, I was going to buy the girl a damn pony.
Two ponies.
I helped Casey into her bed and fluffed her pillows behind her. Then I went to the curtains and started to pull them shut.
“It’s okay, I like them open.”
“How can you sleep with all that light?”
She grinned and held up her sketchpad.
“Who said anything about sleeping?”
I grinned at her and tousled her hair. She held her finger to her lips and I nodded. Then I closed the door behind me.
“Is she okay? Did she look upset?”
“She was already dozing by the time I left.”
Angelina chewed her lip, looking worried.
“I knew the move would be hard on her. I should have waited. Or come ahead of time to get the place ready. It’s just, there isn’t anyone else I trust to look after her.”
“What about your folks?”
She shook her head.
“They’re gone.”
“Aunts and Uncles?”
“No.”
“Cousins?”
“We don’t really know them. It was never a close-knit family. We haven’t seen anyone since the funeral when Casey was just a kid. I don’t even have their phone numbers.”
I felt a strange lump form in my throat. I had been contemplating pouncing on her. I hadn't realized how much responsibility she really had. Now I just wanted to hold her and tell her it was going to be alright. That I would help her with Casey if she needed it.
I would help her with anything.
Everything.
All I wanted in exchange was her hot little body.
I shook my head. No strings remember, Jackson? Just sex. I cleared my throat.
“I lost my mom too. I’m sorry.”
She looked at me in surprise. Then she smiled. A genuine smile. I felt my heart melt a little. It was the first time she’d really smiled at me. When Angelina Randall smiled, she wasn’t just beautiful.
She was magnificent.
“Thank you.”
I lifted up my tools.
“What’s next?”
“You don’t have to go, um, breed horses?”
I shook my head slowly.
“I’m at your disposal, Ma’am.”
She laughed sweetly and the sound went right through me. She was different when she was relaxed. Warm and inviting. I wanted to kiss her for hours all the sudden, not just drive her into the floor with my dick.
Well, I wanted that too. But I would put a pillow under her head first. That was the gentlemanly thing to do after all.
“The attic has a leak that’s worrying me. I think it’s just the window casing but I’m not sure. Casey is sensitive to mold so we have to be careful.”
I followed her up the stairs. I glanced into the open doorways, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bedroom. When I saw it, I knew it was hers right away. My mouth went dry. It was just an ordinary room with an antique bed and a pretty looking quilt on it.
I could imagine us doing all kinds of filthy, wonderful things in there.
Unfortunately she actually needed me to fix a leak. I dutifully followed her down the narrow hallway into one of the smaller bedrooms. I saw that she’d started setting up the room as an office. In the back corner was a steep stairway that led to the attic.
She pulled on a cord and a bare bulb lit the space. It was big for an attic, with plenty of head space. It was clean too.
She’d been a busy little bee.
My little bee dammi.
“I was thinking of putting my studio up here.”
“Studio?”
“I’m a photographer. Or, I always wanted to be. I didn’t have a lot of time for it back in New York.”
I looked around, nodding.
“All you really need is to wire the place. Then you get some black out blinds for the windows. Some sort of ventilation system for the fumes. Add drywall and you’re all set.”
She was looking at me with a trace of admirat
ion. I liked the way it felt, impressing her with my manly skills. I grinned, puffing out my chest.
“I could help you with that.”
Her mouth dropped open. She was shaking her head no. I wondered if she was used to people helping her. I didn't think she was.
Well, damn. I was going to have to work on that. Not that carpentry was my favorite passtime, but for her, I would do it. Gladly.
“That’s not necessary Jackson.”
I let my eyes rove over her face.
“It would be my pleasure.”
Oddly enough, I meant it.
“Now, where is this leak?”
I should have kissed her right then and there. But I couldn’t bring myself to risk ruining her rapidly improving opinion of me just yet. She was looking at me like I was a Goddamn knight in shining armor.
Fifteen minutes later I’d sealed the leak with waterproof caulk, confirmed the damage was minimal and that there was no mold or wood rot. Now she was really looking at me like I was a hero. She’d been busy the whole time too, cleaning the place with a spray bottle of vinegar and newspaper. Every now and then I heard a buzz as she used her handheld vacuum.
No wonder the old house was sparkling and shining.
“Are you always so clean?”
She smiled at me ruefully.
“I didn’t used to be. But Casey’s symptoms can get triggered by smoke, dust and mold. Chemical sprays, you name it. I won’t be cleaning like this constantly, but I wanted to start with a clean slate. No shoes in the house keeps the dust down a lot-“
She wasn’t going to stop talking I realized. Not that I wasn’t interested. But I was also losing the battle with my cock after hours of being close to her.
So I did what I’d been wanting to do since the moment I saw her.
I pounced.
I lifted her up against me, smothering her soft sound of surprise with my lips. I groaned as my hands pulled one thigh up and held her open to me. I fit myself up against her and plunged my tongue into her mouth in one smooth motion.
The Delancey brothers prided ourselves on our excellent physical coordination.
I pushed her backwards until she was pressed against one of the support posts in the center of the room. Then I went to town. Grinding, licking, touching.