by Falon Stone
“I haven’t even finished her estimate.”
“She didn’t seem too worried about the cost. She asked for your number and wanted to know if you were available tomorrow.” She pauses to hand me a tiny piece of paper with Cybill’s name and number scribbled on it. “She wants you to call her and set up a time to meet. She has a few more things she wants to add to the estimate.”
The thought of her supple breasts and perky nipples barely covered up by her skimpy camisole creeps back into my mind. My body tingles and blood starts to rush to my cock, making me hard again. “I can make a quick stop over there tomorrow and give her the figures for the remodel,” I say, trying to adjust myself and lessen the pressure, hoping to hide the growing hard-on from Darby’s watchful eyes.
“Does the thought of working on Saturday get you all excited or is it Ms. Kramer?” Darby asks, her eyes drifting down toward my crotch as she giggles.
“Ah, hell.” I take a seat behind my desk and hide my lower half. “Didn’t think I was that obvious.”
Garrett comes barreling through the door with a six-pack under his arm, ending the awkward moment. “Who’s ready for the weekend?” He sets the beer down on his desk and tosses me a cold one. “How did the estimate go with that lady over on Latimer?” he asks as he reclines in his chair and pops the top of his beer.
“Went well.” I’m cagey with my answer, but if he finds out about Cybill, he’s going to beg me to let him have the job. The asshole doesn’t deserve it or her after he didn’t schedule his time right to make it there. Cybill is mine and like hell will I let him have her.
“Must have gone really well,” Darby teases. “We already have her confirmation to start the job without an estimate. Impressive work from our resident stud.”
“I thought I was the resident stud?”
“Nah, man. You’re too big of an asshole for that.” I kick back in my chair and put my feet up on the desk, relieved my day is over. The cold beer hits the spot, quenching the thirst from the hot sun, but it does nothing for the dull throb of my cock.
The job I’ve been working on this week has done nothing for me. The woman spends her days watching over me while her blind husband sits in the living room listening to cable news all day. She’s not even spank-bank material with her muumuu and pink terry cloth slippers.
As I reach for another beer, my phone beeps and I glance down at it.
Unknown: Hi, Hunter, it’s Cybill. I hope you don’t mind me texting you, but I have a few changes I’d like to add.
I grab my phone off the desk and lean back, swiping the screen to unlock my messages. My fingers work quickly, sending Cybill a reply.
Me: No, not at all, Cybill. We try to be accessible to our clients as much as possible.
I’m eager.
Probably too eager, but I’m needy and horny as hell.
Cybill: I have a few pictures of what I need done. Let me know if you will be able to handle the additions.
A minute passes before I get another message. My mouth hangs open as I stare at a picture of Cybill’s perfectly erect nipple peeking out of the top of her camisole with her closet in the background.
Cybill: Will you be able to put some shelves up in here for me?
“Fuck me,” I mutter softly before groaning because my cock needs attention, and I’m stuck at the fucking office.
“What?” Garrett glances over my shoulder as he walks by but comes to a dead stop. “What the hell?”
“That’s Cybill Kramer. The lady on Latimer.”
Another picture fills my screen. It’s her reflection in the mirror, wearing nothing but a white cotton G-string.
Cybill: I want this mirror removed too.
Damn, her ass is perfect too. Even better than I imagined underneath those Daisy Dukes. She has one of those upside-down heart-shaped asses that I’ve always loved—where the cheeks have a little curved line at the point they meet the back of the thigh.
Garrett chokes on his beer when he sees her ass and can’t stop staring at my phone. “I think I will take this job, Hunter.”
“Oh, hell no. Your lazy ass didn’t want to roll over there today, so she’s mine. I’ll keep this one all to myself.”
Me: I’m sure I can handle it, Cybill. In fact, it will be an absolute pleasure.
Cybill: Great! I have one more thing I want as well. I’ll send the picture later.
Garrett grabs the phone from my grip, scrolling back up through the messages to take another look at her tits and ass.
“Look at that. It’s perfect, dude. How was she when you went there?”
“Dressed in tiny little denim shorts and a tank with no bra. Bent over every chance she could, shoving her ass in my direction and making sure I didn’t miss her big tits. Newly divorced after her husband cheated on her. Her home is damn near perfect, so I’m thinking she’s more into having other services performed.”
Garrett sighs. “Fuck me. That’ll be the last time I pass a job off on you.”
“I doubt it, you lazy bastard.” I pluck my phone from his hand and laugh before shoving it into my pocket right next to my wood.
“I think this may be a two-person job. I don’t want you cutting off a finger or anything from the distraction,” he says with a look of concern, which is complete bullshit, and all three of us in the room know it.
“I can handle it,” I reassure him.
“Fine.” He collapses in his chair and pouts a minute before he realizes no one really gives a fuck if he’s sad. “What’s your plan for the night?”
“Not much. Finishing up a few things here, and then I’ll probably head over to Cantina Del Rey for a couple of tacos. Want to join me? We can discuss our new hire.”
“Sure for the tacos but not the talk. Want to come, Darb?”
Darby is watching us like we’ve completely lost our minds. She rolls her eyes and turns off her computer screen. “I’m busy tonight, boys, but I’m sure you’ll do better without me.”
“Darb, no one else is better than us,” Garrett tells her, flashing his million-dollar grin like it’s a pussy magnet, but that shit doesn’t work on her.
She snorts as she pushes herself up from her desk and stretches. “I plan to lose myself in something so much better than tacos you have to pay for.”
“Fine. Rub it in that you have a girlfriend and get laid regularly,” Garrett grumbles.
“Maybe you would too if you weren’t such a man-whore or an asshole.”
He pretends to be shocked and hurt, but he’s neither. “I like who I am.”
“Well, get on with your bad self, then, horndog,” she says over her shoulder as she heads toward the door. “Peace out, bitches.” Her hand hits the door, popping it open, and she’s gone.
While Garrett spends a few minutes returning calls, my mind drifts back to Cybill. Cybill bending over her tub. Cybill hoisting her ass up in the air. Cybill asking if I could handle the job.
I’m sure her husband hasn’t been handling anything if he was cheating on her. Poor girl. She must be yearning for some attention. Attention that I’m more than willing to give her if she’d only ask. Probably been some time since she has had a man fuck her like she needs to be fucked.
“All set. I’m ready for tacos,” Garrett says, pulling me out of my Cybill daydream.
“Let’s hit it, then.” I adjust my erection before standing and grabbing my keys.
We spend the entire dinner discussing adding another member to our team. Garrett, being the cheap prick he is, wants to continue spreading ourselves thin instead of forking out the cash to allow us to take on even more work so we can continue to grow.
Eventually, he gives in and agrees that it’s best. It’s only because he realizes we can make even more money than we are now. It’s a done deal, and I got him to promise me he was on board by the time we left the restaurant.
I’m not even two steps into my house when my phone buzzes.
Cybill: Here’s the last thing I need done. I’m no
t sure you can handle it, though.
Can’t handle it? I’ve been remodeling my whole life and fucking the female sex since I was fourteen. There isn’t a thing I can’t fix or fuck to near perfection.
Me: I’m sure I can handle whatever it is that you need, Cybill. ;)
Suddenly, she sends me a photo that stops me midstride as I start to walk through my living room. It’s a sex swing. Not one of those cheap-ass ones that hangs over the door, but one that hangs from the ceiling with springs, pulleys, and stirrups. Fuck yeah. Jackpot.
Me: I’m the right man for the job.
Cybill: When can you come over?
My eyes focus on the word come, and I let out a groan. I know it’s going to be another night of stroking my cock if I’m going to get any sleep. I miss the feel of a woman underneath me.
Me: I have some free time tomorrow. How about noon?
Cybill: Perfect. I have a few friends coming over for brunch, but they can have a cocktail or two while we go over things.
Me: See you then.
My mind drifts to Cybill’s perfectly shaped tits with an ass that’s out of this world—and the sex swing. She’s screaming for attention, along with a nice stiff cock. I’m dying to bury my dick in something other than my hand.
3
I’ve been outside Cybill’s house for twenty minutes, watching her friends arrive. I’m sure I’ll be entering the lion’s den if I go inside, but I already promised her I’d stop by. Before I have a chance to climb out of the truck, Cybill’s halfway down the driveway and headed straight for me with the biggest smile.
She has more clothes on than yesterday, but they’re no less revealing. The red dress has a severe V-neck that shows off her cleavage, and the hemline falls a few inches above her knee. It hugs her body, leaving very little to the imagination.
“Why are you sitting out here, Hunter? I’ve been waiting for you.”
I meet her at the end of the driveway, wishing that no one else was inside. “You had guests arriving, and I figured I’d wait a few minutes.”
“Don’t be silly,” she says, taking my arm and starting to walk toward the house. “I promise the ladies won’t bite.” She laughs softly, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. “Well, unless you want them to. They’re dying to meet you.”
Typically, the thought of a half-dozen women fawning over me sounds great, but today I just want the attention of one. “Spreading the word about us already?”
She stops walking and places her hands on my pecs as she faces me. “Remember, Hunter, you’re mine first. And don’t be silly. Not with a body like this.”
“I’m all yours.”
Sometimes, I feel like more like a gigolo than a handyman, being half-undressed all the time and having women paw at me, but I’m not complaining. Who wouldn’t want ready and eager women throwing themselves at him? I’d be insane if I thought this job was a drag. What started out as a construction business has morphed into something…different. Our motto is “Get Nailed by the Best.” I’ve yet to cross that line with a client, but I can see myself slipping with Cybill. I’m drawn to her and can’t figure out how to get her out of my head.
We walk into the house and laughter echoes, making it sound like there are a hundred women inside. She pulls me closer, making my arm smash against her tits. Those beautiful, full breasts I ache to touch.
The same breasts I haven’t been able to get out of my mind since I first laid eyes on them. I dip my gaze, unable to stop myself from peeking at her cleavage. My cock starts to stir again, and I instantly regret my decision to sneak a peek. The hand job I gave myself last night did nothing to satisfy me, and it’s about to show.
“Ladies.” She clears her throat, waiting to get the attention of everyone in the room. At first, they keep talking, laughing, and drinking their wine, but within thirty seconds, all eyes are on us.
More specifically, they’re all on me. I’m shirtless as I always am on a job, staying true to our company identity. I smile nervously, feeling like they’re about to pounce all at once. Their eyes are hungry and appraising as they sweep up and down my body, taking in every inch of me.
“This is Hunter. My handyman.” Her gaze flickers to me with a smile. “He’s going to be here for a few weeks to do some work.”
“I need work too,” a woman calls out from her seat near the fireplace. She’s beautiful, but not as stunning as Cybill.
The entire group of women breaks out in laughter, and I smile, feeling my face heat. I should be used to this, but I’ve never been paraded in front of a group so large and so hungry.
“I’m after Cybill,” a tall blond woman says as she walks in our direction, carrying her wineglass in one hand as if it’s precious cargo. “Hunter, dear, what kind of work do you do?”
“Home remodeling, ma’am,” I reply quickly and respectfully because this room is a gold mine of future projects.
“He has manners too. I’m Angelique.” She smirks and dips her eyes to my arms, slowly moving them up to my face. “I could use a little work. Do you have a card?”
“I don’t, but I can give some to Cybill.”
Cybill pouts at my side, her hand tightening on my bicep. “What if I don’t want to share him, Angelique?”
“Don’t be greedy,” Angelique tells Cybill and takes a step closer to us. “I want one.” Although Angelique is stunning, there’s something about her that doesn’t make my insides do backflips quite like Cybill.
“Me too,” the other women in the room call out.
I could have enough work to fill an entire year based on the number of women here and the need in their eyes. If I were a more insecure man, I’d feel like a piece of meat, but I’m perfectly okay with being needed and wanted for more than my handyman skills.
I laugh softly and smile.
Cybill starts to pull me away from the onlookers and toward the bedrooms. “If you’ll excuse us, I have something to show Hunter.”
“I’m sure you do,” Angelique says with an all-knowing smirk as she watches us.
Cybill guides me toward the opposite side of the house than she showed me yesterday. But even with my back turned, I know everyone is watching us. Their voices are too hushed, and I clearly hear my name.
“Sorry about that.”
“It’s quite all right.”
As we enter the bedroom, she turns to face me, and her hands are on my chest again. “For right now, you’re working for me. What do I have to pay you so that no one else will retain your services until I’m through with you?”
“Nothing extra. I’m yours until the job is done.” I glance around the room, wondering what needs to be remodeled in here. “What did you want to show me?”
She kneads my pecs slightly underneath her fingertips. “I want this room turned into the most fabulous closet. Can you do that?”
“I can do anything.”
“Hunter.” She says my name softly and closes the space between us. Her hands are on my skin, and she’s gazing up at me with so much need that I know what’s coming next. “Do you think I’m attractive?”
“I do.” I’m not lying. Client or not, I’m completely into her.
Cybill is drop-dead gorgeous with a bangin’ body. Why any man would cheat on her, I have no fucking clue. If I had her to come home to every night, I wouldn’t be anywhere else.
“I think you’re delicious.” She slowly inches her fingertips down my chest and brings them to a rest on my abdomen. “I know it’s going to be a lot of work, but I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
I arch an eyebrow, wondering if she’ll follow through on her flirtations and partially naked selfies. There’s nothing more that I want than to bend down and crush my lips against hers, but I’m not making the first move. I’m here on business, and if she wants to take it further, it’s on her to do so because I’m totally into her.
“Cybill.” I wrap an arm around her back and know what’s about to come next. “I’m here for you in e
very way. Whatever you want, you just need to tell me.”
She stands on her tiptoes so we’re face-to-face, and her gaze dips to my lips. “I need to kiss you. Now’s the time to stop me if you don’t want it.”
My arm tightens, smashing her delicious breasts against my chest. “I won’t stop you.”
Slowly she leans forward, as if savoring the moment, before pressing her lips against mine with so much gentleness that I know she’s fighting an internal war. She slides up my abdomen, rubbing against my six-pack abs as she kisses me. It’s all too soft, too slow, and too emotional. This isn’t what we are or what this is. When her tongue sweeps against my lips, I take it as an open invitation to seize control of the situation.
Digging my fingers into her hair that’s hanging free down her back, I pull her head back, tipping it to give me deeper access. My tongue twirls with hers, tangling together outside our mouths. Her mouth is greedy and her kiss is hungry. She moans when I dip my tongue into her mouth, tasting her fully for the first time. She’s as sweet as she is beautiful. The tiny moan that falls from her lips drives me wild, and I push my tongue deeper into her mouth.
I swivel my hips, showing her that the feeling is mutual when my erection digs into her belly. My need for her has grown, and the attraction is undeniable. Cybill Kramer may be a few years older than me, but she’s just the type of woman I love. Soft in all the right places and not afraid to go after what she wants. There’s nothing sexier than a woman who’s sure of herself.
When her lips leave mine, I’m panting and needy, and so is she. My cock’s aching and straining against my jeans. I want to bend her over the bed and bang her, but there’s a room full of women just down the hall, and I don’t intend to give them a full show.
Before I can pull away, Cybill falls to her knees, making quick work of my zipper. And who am I to stop her? “I need to taste you.” She looks up, clutching my jeans in her hands and looks for confirmation.