Trying to keep my eyes in a safe place, I fail utterly. Every glance at Caleb makes me want him more, and I stammer, unable to find a single square inch of his body that doesn’t leave my heart fluttering, my stomach twisting, and my pussy aching. Finally, in a desperate bid for keeping control, I turn to leave, but I freeze when I feel a powerful hand grab my wrist.
“What are you doing?” I gasp as Caleb pulls me back around, my body pressing against his. I can feel his heart pounding against my chest, and between his legs is a throbbing, thick heat that leaves my knees weak.
Caleb grins at me, his eyes twinkling in a way that I’ve never seen before. “You didn’t call me names like you normally do.”
“Oh,” I whimper weakly. “I just forgot. This heat has me burning up.”
Caleb lowers his lips until I can feel his breath on my ear, and I whimper again, my nipples hardening inside my top. “I think you’re burning up all right. And I know just what to do about it.”
“Oh, is that so?” I ask as my hands clutch at the full, hard muscles on his chest.
“It is,” he purrs, pressing himself into me. I can feel the rapidly hardening growth of his cock, and my legs seem to spread on their own to let him have access to me. I want him so damn badly I can taste him already.
He pulls me tighter, and I moan, unable to form words. He’s got me right where he wants me. Caleb whispers in my ear, “You have a problem, and I have the tool for the job.”
He grabs another one of the ice cubes from his glass, gently dropping the glass to the grass. I bite my lip as he brings the ice cube to my jawline, tracing the line and then letting the drops run down my neck. He dips his head down to lick at the river of drops from the quickly melting ice, humming in satisfaction.
“Mmm, even more refreshing than I thought. Are you cooled off now?”
Knowing it’ll drive him crazy, I smirk and shake my head. “Not even close. In fact, I might be even hotter now.”
“We can’t have that, now can we?” he says as he trails the little bit of remaining ice down toward my cleavage. I press my tits together, creating a little crevice for the water to puddle, and Caleb’s eyes focus there. Moving his hands over mine, he cups my breasts together even higher, lowering his head to dip his tongue into the pool, lapping the water up and running his tongue along the upper crest of my breasts. My head falls back as I groan. The water gone now, he moves to slip the neckline of my tank down, giving him more access. Kissing down, he slurps my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the peaked tip. He’s driving me crazy, and I know my panties are already soaked.
I’m this close to letting him take me right here in the backyard, whoever can see be damned, when I hear my phone blare out. “Work hard, play hard.”
“Shit,” I gasp, pushing away from Caleb and going over to his truck to grab my bag off the tailgate. My phone’s still singing its digital ass off, and I know from the ringtone that it’s work. I pull it out and see that it’s Martha. “Fuck!”
“Well, that was sort of what I had in mind,” Caleb teases, grabbing my hips from behind and pulling me closer, but I pull away before I can be swept away in the sexual passion coursing through me.
I hold up a finger to signal for him to hold on a second, answering the call. “Hey, Martha, what’s up?”
Caleb realizes it’s work and is professional enough to not do anything too naughty. Good boy. “Hey, Cass,” Martha says. “I hope you’re not waiting on me.”
Oh, shit, I forgot . . . Martha is supposed to come to the house today. It’s a good damn thing she didn’t pull up just now or she would’ve gotten a bit more show than she’d planned on. “Oh, um, no, Martha, not at all,” I quickly reply while trying not to facepalm myself. I’ve done that before, and it’s not a good thing to do while you have your smartphone to your face. “Actually, we’re just finishing up the yardwork. Why?”
“Well, I guess we’re both lucky then,” Martha says with a relieved sigh. “I was getting my hair done, and you know how the salon can get on the weekends. Is there any way you could meet me at the office in an hour instead of my driving out there?”
“Yeah, no problem,” I say, relieved. “I’ll see you there.”
We hang up, and I turn to Caleb, who looks disappointed. “Sorry.”
“Work?” he asks, and I’m counting the minutes in my head even as I look down. An hour. That means we have about ten minutes to . . .
No, stop it, dammit, I tell myself.
“Yeah, work. I promised Martha I’d go over some documents with her. She’s gotta send them off Monday morning or else.”
Caleb sighs but nods. “I understand. Well, at least I know I can make you lose all track of time.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Probably because you’re so boring you put me to sleep.”
“Is that what you call it when you scream my name and pass out? Boring. I’ll remember that.”
I walk into Mindy’s Place fifty minutes later, my skin finally having stopped sweating after running my A/C on full blast from the moment I left the house. I didn’t even have time to stop at my apartment. Luckily, I’ve taken a tip from Caleb and have learned to keep a clean t-shirt in my car along with some wet wipes. All I had time for was a quick wipedown and to sweep my hair back into its messy bun again. I feel bad about leaving Caleb behind with a lot of work and a very hard cock, but it can’t be helped.
“Hey, those legs are dangerous!” Mindy calls from the counter as a greeting. “Showing off like that, I’m gonna charge you for every dropped cup of coffee you cause!”
“Don’t be jelly,” I tease, “and gimme something tall, dark, and icy as hell!”
“One Arctic Midnight Coming up for my Sexy Star,” Mindy says. “How big?”
“Big enough to quell the flames inside me,” I reply. I see someone glance over, and realize that Emily, Mindy’s babysitter, is here. “Oh, hi, Emily.”
Emily and I have been pleasant and polite to each other, but she’s been pretty shy most of the times we’ve talked. It’s no different this time either. “Hi, Cassie. Uh . . . how’re you doing?”
“It’s hot, I need cold caffeine, and I’d rather be riding a lawnmower tractor right now,” I admit with a laugh, not saying what I really want to be riding. “What’s got you here?”
“Oli took the kids out for a little bit of shopping and Daddy time before he and I have a date night,” Mindy answers, grinning. “Since Em’s agreed to watch them on a weekend, the least I could do would be to throw in some free lunch.”
“Shopping?” I ask, and Mindy nods. “Don’t tell me, Spocky’s ears are poking through that hat I got him.”
“Why do you always insist on calling my son Spock? His name is Zach.” Mindy says, even as she grins. “It’s not his fault that his ears are big for his age.”
“Nope, one hundred percent his parents’ fault,” I agree. “Seriously, though, he’s the most adorable little boy ever.”
Emily gives us a double-take, then shakes her head. “I’ve heard you two are hard to understand.”
“Just wait until you spend time with my sister,” Mindy says. Before Emily can answer, the door to the cafe opens again and Martha comes in, thankfully also wearing jeans and a t-shirt, although her hair is freshly done. She’s dressed casually, but she looks great. Mindy immediately whistles. “Whooo, someone’s got a new man!”
“I do not!” I protest before I can even stop it, causing all three women to look at me in surprise. Shit. Mindy was talking to Martha, not me! “I mean, um . . .”
“Uh-uh,” Mindy says, rounding on me and grinning. “Too late now. Spill it.”
“That explains the glow,” Martha adds. “And you do look a little perkier than usual.”
“You have a boyfriend?” Emily asks in a rush before muttering under her breath, “Lucky.”
“I don’t have a boyfriend,” I mumble, knowing I’m trapped. “I just—I’ve been . . . well—”
“Oh, for heave
n’s sake, girl!” Martha says, chuckling, “we’re all women here. Just spill it before my perm goes all to hell!”
“Okay, okay. I’ve been spending a lot of time with Caleb recently, as you guys know.”
“Duh,” Mindy says. “Wait . . . really?”
“What?” Emily, who spends most of her days with pre-preschool children, asks cluelessly.
“Well, boyfriend or not, someone’s getting some, and it’s about damn time.” Mindy says, smirking. “Don’t lie. Guess he’s got some power in his tool bag?”
“Mindy!” Martha chastises, looking around, but it’s an empty house at the moment. Figures. They have free reign to interrogate me. “How long have you two been together?”
“We’re not together,” I protest, perhaps a little too strongly. Emily chuckles, sipping at her drink while Mindy grabs mine and pours it into one of the classic soda fountain glasses she uses for her iced drinks.
“So if Miss Emily here went and asked him out on a date tonight, you’d have no problems?” Martha teases. When I growl, she chuckles. “Thought so.”
“Hey, leave me out of this!” Emily protests.
Mindy waves her hands, trying to quiet everyone. “The important question is, are you going to leave us sitting here in suspense or are you going to give us details?”
“There are no details,” I grumble, but I can’t keep the smile from breaking across my face. “It’s just casual between us, okay? We’ve got . . . you know, needs.”
“Casual or not, anything good enough to make you smile like that is worth doing . . . again and again. And needs?” Mindy says, lifting an eyebrow. “Honey, chocolate is a need. Hot baths are a need. Hell, my frappes are a need. What you’re talking about is a lot more than that.”
“Well, you make some damn good frappes!” I counter.
“And I bet they’d be even more better if you were licking one of her frappes off Caleb’s chest,” Emily murmurs shyly. When we stare at her, she blushes deeply before replying. “What? Saw it on TV once. This guy took this super-thick Italian-style chocolate drink and poured it over his girl’s belly and then down—”
“Emily is a secret little freak. I’m liking you more by the second!” I interrupt, but damn, her description reminds me of Caleb and what he was doing with that ice cube just before we were interrupted.
“Ladies, I hate to break this up, but if you don’t mind, can Cassie and I head upstairs? We need to get a few things done,” Martha says. I give her a grateful look as Mindy sticks out her tongue and follow Martha up to the office.
“Thank you. That was getting to be a bit more than I expected,” I admit as Martha turns on the lights and powers up the computers. “I’ll have those files for you in just a minute.”
“That’s just fine,” Martha says, sipping her drink. “If you don’t mind my saying, watch yourself, Cassie. You might be a little young for me to fully understand sometimes, but I like you, and I like Caleb too. Just make sure you both know exactly what you’re getting into.”
“I know,” I reply, touched. “And we do.” Martha’s really taken a sort of half mentor-half aunt-like role for me, and I appreciate it. “So is that for anything special?” I say, nodding at her perm.
“The meeting with the investors from New York is next week,” Martha admits with a chuckle. “Although if it doesn’t work, I’ll let you sing and dance for them. I’m sure they’d appreciate Cass Gon’ Give It To Ya.”
I roll my eyes, laughing. “They’d probably call security on me.” I get the files quickly, sending Martha electronic copies as well as printing out the stuff she really needs. I sign a couple of places and point out the details she needs to make sure are covered in her investor meeting. Tapping the papers on the desk to get them lined up, I hand them to her. “Here you are. Anything else?”
“Just keep your phone on you in case I have questions later,” Martha says. “Enjoy the rest of your weekend.”
Downstairs, I see Emily still waiting for Oliver, and I give her a wave as I head out. I’m surprised when she follows me out. “Hey, Cassie? Sorry if you weren’t ready to talk about things with Caleb back there.”
“No sweat,” I reply with a smirk. “I’m a big girl and it’s my fault. I think I secretly wanted to tell someone.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve only talked to Caleb a few times. But he seems like a great guy. You’re already friends, and it sounds like you’re, uh, compatible, so dating isn’t too crazy, right? If you guys did decide to be more, I’m sure he’d make a great boyfriend.”
Boyfriend. Sounds good, but not part of our agreement.
Before I can reply, a familiar-looking Lexus pulls in, and Oli gives a beep. “That’s Oliver.”
“Give the kids a big hug from me,” I tell her, cranking my engine. I’ve got a lot of thinking to do, but also, I’m exhausted. I need to get home and chill for a while. As I drive, I have to laugh. Caleb and me, dating?
Don’t be ridiculous.
Chapter 17
Caleb
As the days pass, Cassie and I fall into a routine. Every day that I’m not working for another customer or only have a half-day, I’m over at 614 Douglas, working on the house. Cassie’s there every Friday through Sunday, and she also pops in on the weekdays when she can. She earns my respect with her ability to get her hands dirty, and dirty is exactly what we do. It seems like every other night turns into our fucking like bunnies everywhere in the house, breaking in every room with our erotic sexcapades.
When the tile for the kitchen came in, we celebrated by piling the boxes up and my fucking her upright, her elbows planted on the pile to keep her balance while the whole house was filled with the sounds of our wild passion. When we got done sanding down the walnut floors, before we even bought the wood stain, we stained it with our sweat. It’s like the more progress we make, the more we’re ripping each other’s clothes off.
Finally, after a month, I take a look around the house. I came in tonight because it’s a Thursday, and my work for Oliver was easy, so I wanted to take care of some of the basics on the woodwork for the kitchen out here. Once the cabinets are up, I’ll take care of the counters before we do the tile. I give a little hum of satisfaction. “You’re looking good, old girl,” I say, patting one of the doorposts. “See you tomorrow.”
I shut off the lights and climb into my truck, feeling like everything is coming together nicely. Between Cassie’s house and my other various jobs, I’m totally swamped with work, but she and I seem to find plenty of time to bring each other to new orgasmic heights. Even after going at it all of these times, each one is just as amazing as the first. Even better, we’re still friends afterward, giving each other shit lightheartedly. When I got hit on by another customer, Cassie laughed her ass off right before swallowing my cock all the way to the base and making me fill her mouth with a full load of my cream.
The only thing not going so great is my diet. A few too many nights of pizza and Chinese take-out have me feeling a little like a slug. I’m not getting chubby—I’m working too hard for that—but I just feel lethargic, especially in the mornings. I know what I need to do. I’m going to convince Cassie to do a little speed work at the high school track. Maybe some runs up and down the bleachers will do wonders. Hell, maybe I can get Cassie to fill one of my teenage fantasies and we can go for a quickie under the bleachers. I can picture her with her running shorts pulled down around her thighs, just enough to let me in as I pound into her from behind.
Stopping that train of thought as my jeans get a little too tight, I switch gears to make a mental note of things I need to pick up at Home Depot in the morning. We’ve got another busy weekend ahead of us. Going inside, I lock the door behind me, flopping onto the couch and crossing my feet, dirty boots and all on the coffee table. I’ll get some dinner right after I relax for a minute.
It’s not until I’ve watched the second episode of some crappy sitcom, eating the last of my pork chop and apple-spinach salad, that I realize it.
I’m alone, and for the first time in a long time, it feels . . . lonely.
I wonder what Cassie is up to tonight, and for a split second, I consider texting her. That’s what fuck buddies are for, right? Booty calls. Hell, even if not for sex, that’s what friends are for. To call to hang out when you’re lonely.
I pull out my phone, but my thumbs freeze before I can type out anything. A nagging question rises up in my mind, and I stop. What am I calling her for? For sex? To hang out? For something else? What is Cassie to me now?
When I don’t know the answer for a beat too long, I decide that maybe a night off is exactly what we need. I don’t want to blur the lines, especially with a friend. Besides, I’ll see her in the morning at Mindy’s. Maybe we can reschedule our run for Saturday too. That way, we can start the weekend off on the right step . . . and if I’m lucky, under those bleachers.
Chapter 18
Cassie
Jogging up to the park, I’m excited to see Caleb. It’s been a couple of days since I checked in on the house or got off on his cock, and the way he invited me to run today instead of our normal Sunday, I’m excited. Although he did sound a little disappointed when I said I don’t like the high school track and prefer the park. Dunno why, but it doesn’t matter now.
I’ve been surprised at how well both sides of our relationship have been going. The house is still in that hollow stage, but Caleb gets what I’m trying to do and is working with me to create the design I see inside my head. All the demo and some of the repairs are done, and the house is starting to look like an actual house again, except for the bathrooms, which we still need to totally do.
And as for the sex . . . mind-blowing. If I’m honest, it’s the best I’ve ever had by far. It’s been the reason that I’ve been worried, too. Because sex with Caleb is absolutely addictive. I keep finding myself thinking about him, looking forward to the next time we get together, to the point I’ve even stopped by the house on weekdays if I know he’s going to be there just to try and have an excuse to see him. I don’t know, maybe that’s gotten me clingy, and I was starting to feel a tad worried. But his invitation to run reassures me. Just like old times.
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