Hammer & Nails

by Large, Andria

  He cups my ass in his big hands and urges me to start moving. With his help, we find a rhythm that works for both of us.

  ~ Nolan ~

  No words can express how I’m feeling right now. Harley feels so amazing, better than any other woman I’ve ever been with. Her confidence is such a turn on. She is pretty much on full display for me and is not one bit self-conscious about it. That is so sexy to me. Her breasts bounce a bit as she rocks her hips. She has beautiful tits. I could stare at them all day.

  Her blonde hair is so long that it’s brushing my knees. Her eyes never leave mine. It’s extremely erotic. I can’t remember ever being with a woman who didn’t close her eyes through almost the entire thing. There is no way this can be a one-time thing. One time with Harley is not going to be enough for me. There are too many things I want to do with her… and to her. In bed anyway, I don’t know what I want beyond that yet. I’ve never really been one for relationships.

  “Can you come again?” I ask, my voice strained.

  “You got a vibrator hidden somewhere?” she asks with a devilish smirk.

  I chuckle. “No, why?”

  “That’s what I would need to come during sex. It doesn’t happen otherwise,” she admits.

  “Ah, so you’re one of the normal ones, huh?” I smirk.

  She smiles softly. “Yeah. So it’s all you right now, baby.”

  I smile tenderly and envelop her in my arms. “Come here.”

  She comes willingly. I kiss her softly keeping one hand on her ass while placing the other one between her shoulder blades. She slides her hands up the sides of my neck to rest under my ears, her thumbs stroke my jaw.

  She gives me a couple of lingering pecks on the lips before whispering, “I want you to come inside of me.”

  My eyes roll back in my head and I moan. Damn, I had no idea how words like that could affect me. I grip her tighter as my orgasm takes root in the pit of my stomach.

  “You feel so good, Nolan. I wanna feel you come,” she breathes against my lips.

  My breath catches. I shove one hand into her hair and pull her into a devastating kiss. I thrust deep inside of her as I come hard. We both moan and gasp into each other’s mouths. I pulse inside of her for what seems like forever. Holy shit! I have no words. None. We lean against each other as we try to control our breathing. Harley has her face tucked into the crook of my neck. I nuzzle my nose into her hair and breathe in her lovely scent.

  “You really should wear your hair down more often,” I murmur, stroking the soft waves that are lying against her back.

  “Mmm hmm,” she hums against my neck.

  I smile. She’s placating me; she’s not going to wear her hair down more often. Brat. Just then, she lifts her head, her eyes wide.

  “Oh my god! I just slept with my client!” she gasps then groans, covering her face with her hands. “That’s so wrong!”

  I chuckle. “I really didn’t mind.”

  She barks out a laugh from behind her hands. She shakes her head before peeking at me from between her fingers. “It’s not gonna be weird between us now is it?”

  “Weirder than normal?” I ask, cocking an eyebrow.

  She laughs again and slaps me in the shoulder. “Stop cracking jokes! This is serious!”

  I laugh. “It’s not serious. We’re both consenting adults. So what if I’m your client?” I end with a shrug.

  She worries her bottom lip between her teeth. “Alright.” She finally agrees.

  “Okay,” I say and give her a quick kiss before helping her off my lap.

  I get rid of the condom, burying it at the bottom of the trash. God forbid I just toss it on top and one of her guys sees it. When I turn around to grab my clothes, I’m met with a beautiful sight. Harley bent over, her back to me, as she sorts through the discarded clothes. I growl low in my throat, my dick twitching back to life even though I just came a few minutes ago.

  She straightens and glances over her shoulder at me. Her eyes flick down to my semi-hard cock before lifting back up to meet my eyes. “Really?” she asks, giving me a dry look.

  “Don’t bend over in front of me then.” I grunt.

  She rolls her eyes and starts to get dressed. I walk over to where she placed my clothes on the steps and start to pull everything on, except my T-shirt and tie. I don’t bother fully buttoning my shirt, nor do I tuck it in. I’m just going to go home, take a shower, and change anyway.

  We leave the house, locking the door behind us. I walk Harley to her truck and open the door for her. She climbs in and starts it. She grins almost shyly at me. “Goodnight, Nolan.”

  I smile. “Goodnight, Harley.”

  I give her a lingering kiss before stepping back and shutting her door. She backs out of the driveway and gives me a cute little wave before driving off. Damn, I’m so screwed.

  ~ Six ~

  ~ Nolan ~

  “What are you smiling about?” Brock’s voice asks, startling me.

  I wipe the stupid grin from my face as I straighten up in my chair. I look up to see Brock leaning against the frame of the door to my office, arms crossed over his chest. There is an infuriatingly knowing smirk on his face.

  “Huh? What?” I reply like an idiot.

  “What were you smiling about? It’s very rare that I catch you in a daze with a smile on your face,” he says, pushing off the doorframe to enter my office.

  He drops down into the chair in front of my desk and rests his ankle on his opposite knee.

  “I was just thinking about something funny, that’s all,” I say dismissively. In reality, I was thinking about Harley.

  “Mmm hmm,” he hums and I know that he doesn’t believe me for a second. “How’s Harley?”

  I shrug. “Fine, I guess.”

  “Man, stop playing dumb with me. I’m your friend; you can tell me if something’s going on with you two.”

  I narrow my eyes at him. “Why do you think something’s going on between us?”

  “Because you’ve changed since meeting her.”

  I bristle. “What are you talking about?”

  Brock gives me a bored look. “Really? Have you or have you not been rushing out of here at 5:00 pm almost every night?”

  “I don’t rush out.”

  He snorts. “Yes you do. You’ve also been smiling more than ever. I’ve known you ten years, and I’ve never seen you smile this much. And let’s not forget all of the daydreaming.”

  “What? That’s ridiculous!”

  “You were just doing it!” Brock laughs.

  “I…well…uh…” I stammer, unable to come up with a retort.

  “Why are you denying it so hard?”

  “Why are you so insistent that something is going on?” I counter.

  I really don’t know why I’m fighting it so hard. Maybe because there really isn’t anything going on just yet. We just slept together….once, and that was almost a week ago. I haven’t seen Harley since, only communicating through text when she has questions about something relating to the house. I’ve purposely stayed away, needing to think about what I want. We haven’t discussed if what happened between us means something or if it changes anything at all. We said goodnight and went our separate ways. That seemed like a pretty clear signal to me that it was just sex and nothing more. And why does that thought make a knot form in my stomach?

  Brock stands. “I won’t pester you, Nolan. Just don’t do anything stupid, like let her slip away,” he says quietly, knocking his knuckles on my desk before walking out of my office.

  I slump back in my chair and sigh heavily. I drum my fingers on my desk as I try to sort through all of the emotions going on inside of me. I pinch the bridge of my nose, feeling like I’m getting a headache. At first, I didn’t want to pursue anything with Harley. But I can’t get her out of my head, and not just in a sexual way. I like her sense of humor, the sweetness that she tries to hide behind her tough exterior, and most of all, I really love her honesty. Yes, she is a b
it rough and doesn’t act like the typical woman, but I’ve grown to appreciate that in her. She’s different. She’s special. One of a kind.

  My phone buzzes, letting me know that I got a text. It’s sitting on my desk, so I swipe my finger across it to open it. I pull up the message, which happens to be from Harley.

  We need to talk kitchen cabinets and countertops. When can we get together?

  I’m surprised that Harley hasn’t said a word about Monday night and what had been the best sex I’ve ever had. But then again, she is a woman, and probably is waiting for me to say something first.

  Sorry, I’ve been really busy this past week. Can we meet for dinner tonight?

  Not a complete lie; I have been busy on top of avoiding her.

  Yeah, sure, what time and where?

  It’s Friday and my dad plays poker on Fridays after work during the off-season. I’d like to be alone with Harley, spend some time with her without being in a crowd.

  Why don’t you come over to my place and we can order out?

  Your place as in the house?

  No, where I’m staying during the reno’s.

  Okay, that’s fine, what’s the address?

  I send her the address and tell her to meet me there at 6:00 pm. My dad usually gets home after midnight, so that should give us plenty of time to go over things for the kitchen.

  ~ Harley ~

  I double-check the address that Nolan gave me against the house that I’m sitting in front of. Right number and street. Guess this is it. The place is huge. I glance in my rearview and comb my fingers through my hair. I was able to go home and shower before coming over. I blew my hair out and left it down for the first time in forever. I can’t even believe I’m wearing it down for him. He didn’t call or text or say anything about what happened between us. So I don’t know what to think about it. He said today that he’s been busy all week, which he very well may have been, but I feel like he’s been avoiding me, too. Every time I texted him with a question, he would answer it and that was it, no other chatting. I guess it really was a one-night stand. I was stupid to think otherwise. I thought I had seen something in his eyes. I thought maybe he wanted something more. I let my girly emotions cloud my judgment. No way a successful businessman would want more than a fuck from a chick like me. I would make him look bad, no doubt. Well, no more free rides for Nolan.

  Scowl firmly in place, I ring the doorbell. I’m wearing my best pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a green fitted T-shirt, and my black Converse sneakers. I have my iPad tucked under my arm so that we can look at different cabinets and countertops. If he wants his kitchen done on time, then I need to order all of that stuff now.

  Nolan answers the door, looking really nice in a pair of gray slacks and a white dress shirt. The top couple of buttons on his shirt are undone. He gives me a smile and steps to the side.

  “Hey, come in,” he says.

  I walk into the foyer and am completely blown away. The place is gorgeous. And gigantic. The floor plan is open and each room flows into the next. It’s very masculine in it’s decor. I don’t see one thing that has a feminine touch anywhere. Nolan shuts the door and locks it. He then stands there looking at me.

  “What?” I mutter.

  He reaches out and wraps a strand of my hair around his finger. “You wore your hair down,” he says softly. “I like it.”

  “Thanks,” I murmur, slapping his hand away.

  His blue eyes sparkle with amusement. I also see some desire and lust lurking in their depths.

  “So, whose house is this?” I ask.

  “My father’s,” he replies.

  “Holy shit! So you’re telling me that I’m standing in the owner of the Bruisers house right now?” I ask incredulously.

  He chuckles. “Yes, you are.”

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” I breathe. “If I break anything I’m blaming you.”

  Nolan shakes his head. “You’re not going to break anything.” He smirks. “Come on, I made dinner.”

  I gawk at him as he starts for the kitchen. He made dinner? What the fuck does that mean? Did he cook? Or did he just pop something in the microwave? Who is this person? I woodenly make my way into the kitchen. I set my iPad down on the island counter and slide onto one of the bar stools before my knees give out. That’s when I smell it. Whatever he cooked, it smells delicious. It smells like lasagna.

  I watch as Nolan grabs the two potholders sitting on the counter next to the stove and opens the oven. Sure enough, he pulls out a bubbling tray of lasagna and places it on top of the stove.

  “Are you fucking serious? You made that?” I frown.

  Nolan glances over his shoulder at me, one eyebrow quirked. “Well, after my mother passed away, it was either learn how to cook or eat microwaved dinners every night.”

  “Your dad doesn’t know how to cook?”

  Nolan snorts. “Please, he doesn’t even know how to work the stove. He believes it’s a woman’s job to cook, along with cleaning and raising children.”

  “Oh fuck me, he’s going to hate me if he ever meets me,” I groan.

  Nolan sighs but doesn’t say anything. Apparently, I’m correct. “This needs to cool for a few minutes. How about we start looking at stuff for my kitchen?”

  “Okay,” I murmur.

  Shit. No wonder Nolan never called me. His father would probably have a fit if he did anything more than sleep with me. He probably expects Nolan to find a nice, quiet girl who is going to run his household. Well, fuck that. That’s not me and never will be.

  Nolan sits next to me at the island. I open my iPad and bring up the website of the distributor that I use. They have everything from the most expensive cabinets and countertops to the dirt-cheap. I pull up some of the more expensive ones, knowing Nolan’s tastes. He leans toward me, his shoulder bumping mine. I catch a whiff of his cologne and have to stifle a moan. He smells so freaking good. The night we slept together, I went home covered in his scent. I didn’t want to take a shower and wash it off because I didn’t want to lose the smell of him. But, obviously, I had to.

  We discuss a few different options before my stomach growling loudly interrupts us. Nolan laughs then slips off his stool. He cuts two pieces of the lasagna and places each on a plate. He grabs forks and napkins then brings the plates over to the island. He sets mine down in front of me and places his at his spot.

  “Would you like something to drink? I have beer, wine, soda, water, iced tea,” he asks.

  “A beer would be great, thank you,” I murmur softly.

  I feel like this is a date or something. No guy has ever cooked me dinner and served me. My dad cooks dinner once a week for me and my brothers, but he’ll be damned if he serves it to you.

  “You got it.” Nolan smiles and goes to the fridge.

  He pulls out two beers and places them on the counter. He rummages through a drawer, pulling out a bottle opener a minute later. He cracks open the two bottles, leaving the opener and bottle caps on the counter. He places a beer in front of both of us as he sits back down next to me. I stare at him. He glances at me and I swear I see his cheeks flush.

  “What?” he asks. I can hear him falter, as if unsure of himself.

  I shake my head. “I’m just…I’m not used to such treatment from a guy.”

  Nolan shifts uncomfortably on his stool. “What do you mean?” he asks.

  “I don’t know. I guess that whenever I’ve hung out with guys, they kinda treated me like one because of the way I act. So I’ve never been served dinner or had someone else get my drink for me,” I say quietly, picking at the label of my beer, unable to look him in the eye.

  Nolan reaches over and brushes my hair over my shoulder. His hand cups the side of my face, his thumb stroking my cheek. “Hey, look at me,” he demands quietly.

  I lift my eyes to his. He looks pissed. Not at me, though.

  “You are still a lady and deserve to be treated like one. Those other guys were wrong for treating you th
at way,” he says firmly, giving me a pointed look. “Okay?”

  My heart swells to the point of bursting. How could someone I thought was a total stuck up douche when I first met him, turn out to be such a gentleman?

  I nod.

  Nolan’s eyes flick to my lips. My heart starts thumping in my chest. He leans forward and lightly brushes his lips against mine, sending little shocks of pleasure shooting all of the way down to my sex. I suck in a sharp breath as he presses his lips more firmly against mine. I instantly soften against him, leaning into his kiss and his touch. What is it about him that has me doing that each and every time he kisses me? So much for not giving into him again. God, I’m such a loser!

  Food forgotten, Nolan slips off his stool and stands between my legs. Our kiss turns more passionate and needy, and I feel his cock lengthen and harden against me. The next thing I know, he’s lifting me. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me over to the leather couch in the living room. He lays me down with his body covering mine, our kiss never broken.

  His hips rock against me, and he moans, sending flutters through my stomach. I shove my hands into his hair and yank his head back, breaking our kiss. He gasps as I nip at his scruffy chin before moving down to his neck. I run my tongue over his Adam’s apple, forcing a harsh breath from him. He grinds his hips against mine, looking for friction.

  “Get up,” I bark.

  Nolan scrambles to his knees, his expression one of confusion. “I’m sorry, I thought…”

  “Shut up,” I tell him, pushing up to my knees as well.

  I swiftly undo the buttons of his shirt, pulling it out of his pants as I go. His eyes darken when he realizes that I’ve just taken over not stopped him completely. Once his shirt is unbuttoned, I shove it off his shoulders and down his muscled arms.

  “You have to undo the cuffs, too,” he says hoarsely.

  I grin evilly and it has him narrowing his eyes at me. As I slip his sleeves down his arms, I pull his arms behind his back. I plaster myself against his front, gazing up at him while I tie his shirt in knots behind his back, making sure that his hands don’t come out of his sleeves. Our faces are so close that the tips of our noses keep brushing together every time I tug the knots tighter.