Huge Working Hero (Hard Working Hero Book 3)

by Penny Wylder

  My hips want to move, my dick is throbbing, demanding to be unleashed. But I can't just yet. I need to follow her lead, to let her control how fast or how slow we go.

  She's in charge right now. This is for her. And I want her to remember it with butterflies and a hammering heart, not pain and regret.

  I pull my hips back, then push back in. Her back arches high and her nails tear at my skin. My eyes are on her face, studying her closely. Her lids are glued shut, and she's still biting on her bottom lip.

  My hips rock, keeping steady. And then it happens. I feel her body change. Her fingers loosen on my back, her thighs fall open, as far as they can go. Her entire body that felt tense seconds ago is now relaxing and rolling on its own.

  Her head tips forward and her eyes finally open. Kelsie moves her hands down my back and gyrates her hips. She nods, as if to tell me it's all right, I'm okay now, don't be afraid, you won't hurt me.

  I pull my dick out to the ridge, and drive in hard. She gasps and coos. It's the sexiest sound I've ever heard in my life. From deep inside I let out a growl. It's low and rumbles up from the depths of my chest.

  My pace quickens. Her pussy is still so fucking tight, but I can feel the anxious tension that was holding her back dissolve. Her walls clench around my cock, milking my shaft. With every thrust, her body gives me exactly what I need.

  Her nipples bead up like pebbles, tempting me to bite them. With the sharp edges of my teeth, I nibble on the perk bead. She moans a little louder, throwing her hands in my hair and tugging hard.

  She's perfect. This woman is everything I never thought existed.

  She pushes her tit deeper in my mouth and digs her heels into the bed as she lifts her hips to meet my cock. With her fingers tangled in my hair, her mouth falls open like she's about to let out a long, loud scream of pleasure.

  But I stop her, capturing her scream with my mouth and swallowing it with a kiss. She tastes like sex and sweet tea. My tongue licks across her lips as I piston my hips, fucking her harder and harder.

  Kelsie's hands fly to the bed, grabbing fistfuls of blanket. Her legs clamp around me like a vise, and her back lifts up off the mattress as her whole body bends like the Gateway Arch.

  I hold the back of her neck and slam my cock inside her. Her entire body begins to shake. I can feel the orgasm as it explodes through her muscles. Her thighs shake and her eyes roll back in her head.

  I'm so close to coming. My balls are tight and my stomach clenches as my dick goes stiff. Hot cum bursts from cock, pooling at the tip. It just keeps coming. My cock is throbbing, and the orgasm feels like it's lasting forever.

  Our eyes connect. Kelsie looks even more beautiful than ever right now. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips are swollen and red from hungry kisses. There are small beads of sweat against her hairline, and her breathing is still labored.

  “Wow,” she says as she relaxes deeper into the mattress. Her body goes limp. Her legs fall off my waist, and her arms lay at her sides. “Holy shit, Brand.”

  “Holy shit is right.” I roll off her, leaving the condom on my dick as I let the bed engulf me. “I can't feel my toes.”

  “Me either.” She rolls over and snuggles up against my side.

  I'm trying to slow down my breathing, but my heart is still going crazy. I peel the condom off and wrap it in a tissue. I'm about to throw it in the trash, when she grabs my hand and stops me.

  “No, don't throw it out in here. My parents can't see a condom in my trash.”

  “You think they'd be that mad?” I ask.

  Her mouth falls open and she laughs. “Uh, yeah. My father would probably kill you and then me.”

  “I don't think he'd kill me first. He needs someone around who can work on his car.”

  “True. Okay, so he'll kill me first, then he'll kill you once the weekend is over.”

  We both start laughing loudly, then she presses a finger to her lips. “Shh, I don't want them to hear us.”

  “Sorry. I should probably go back to my room, even though I don't really want to. I wish I could just fall asleep with you right here.”

  “Yeah, me too. But we really do need to be careful. This is a dangerous game we're playing.”

  “But it's a game I really enjoy.” With a soft grunt, I force myself up. I get dressed and wrap the condom in another napkin just in case, then slip it in my back pocket.

  Kelsie puts her clothes on, then strips the bed. She's moving around the room quick as a hummingbird. She opens a closet and takes out a fresh set of sheets and a new blanket. She rips the messy bedding off the bed and bundles it up on the floor.

  As she's remaking the bed, she catches me watching her with a little smirk on my face. “What?” she asks. “It already stinks like sex in here, and my virgin innocence is all over the bed.” She fluffs the pillow, and places it back neatly against the headboard. “There, neat and tidy.”

  She's right. There's no doubt she was a virgin, the tinted bedspread is proof of it. What purity she had is now a smear on the starch white sheets. She gave herself to me, of all the people in the world, she gifted me her innocence. I'm the man who took her halo and traded it for a beautiful sin. A dirty, sexy little sin that makes every inch of my body ache for more.

  Kelsie is mine, even if she doesn't know it yet. But the twinkle in her eyes says she's well aware that we shared something special. Something more than just her first time. It's deeper than that, stronger than that, and I don't think either of us can ignore it.

  “So, I guess I'll see you in the morning?” I ask.

  Kelsie smiles as she runs her fingers through her hair, pulling it up into a ponytail. “Yeah, but you can always text me later.” She winks, her smile growing wider. “We might not be able to spend the night together, but it doesn't mean we have to stop talking.”

  “I'll text you later, then.” I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her in. Placing a kiss on the tip of her nose, she giggles. “But just so you know, I really can't wait to see you tomorrow.”

  “Me too.”

  She peeks through the peep hole on the door, checking to make sure her parents aren't in the hall. “It's all clear.”

  Her hand is on the handle, but I can't let her open it without one more kiss. I grab her hand and hold it still. Her eyes flick between mine as she licks her lips.

  I pinch her chin and tilt her head up, giving her a delicate kiss. It's soft, laced with a million emotions and words I can’t put together in my own mind, but I know they're there.

  My head is telling me I need to go before I get her in trouble, but my heart is telling me to stay. I'm a commonsense man. I know that keeping this quiet is the best thing to do for now. I'm just not sure how long I'll be able to keep our little secret. Because no matter how rational my head might be, I know my heart is always louder.

  5

  Kelsie

  I lean against the door frame and watch him walk down the hall. He looks back at me one last time before disappearing around the corner.

  My body is on fire. I can still feel the orgasm, even now as I stand in the doorway. I'm smiling to myself. My lips are still heavy from his kisses. Reaching up, I softly touch my mouth with the pads of my fingers.

  I can't believe I just did that. I'm not a virgin anymore.

  “Ahem.” The cough comes from behind me.

  I whip my head around. The blood drains from my face, and I wobble on my feet. My brother is leaning back with his foot up against the wall. His arms are crossed over his chest, and the look on his face is clear as blackmail.

  I'm caught. Fuck.

  “Well, look what we have here,” he says, standing up and walking toward me.

  “Come here,” I snap. I throw my arm out and grab him by the collar, dragging him inside my room. Closing the door behind me, I glare at him. “What did you see?” I ask.

  “Enough to know I own you.” Seth's lips spread into an evil smile. He looks happy, like this is what he's been waiting for his whole life.
A chance to hold something over my head.

  “What do you want?” My voice is cold and to the point. “There's no point in beating around the bush, just say it. What's it going to take to get you to keep your mouth shut?”

  “I think you know what I want.”

  I tilt my head and think. What the hell can I give this seventeen-year-old kid that he doesn't have already?

  He sees the emptiness of my mind and rolls his eyes. “Are you serious? You really don't know?” Seth groans, annoyed that he needs to explain. “I want what I've always wanted. I want to take dad's car for a ride. You really couldn't think of that?”

  “How the hell am I supposed to know what you want? I can't read your damn mind, and even if I could, I wouldn't want to. I've seen how you look at that girl who works at the ice cream shop back home.” Cringing, I shake my head in disgust. “But Dad's car we can do. I know nothing and you know nothing. I'm not sure how you'll get away with it, though.”

  “Don't worry about the details, I'll figure it out. We'll both just keep our mouths shut and we're good. I wash your back, you wash mine.” He smiles all weird, as if he's some slick James Bond wannabe, and the plan is coming to life in his head.

  “Please don't say that again. I never want to wash your back.” I grab him by the shoulders and push back toward the door. “And on that note, I'd like to get some sleep.”

  “I bet you would. It stinks in here. . . What is that that I smell?” He lifts his nose in the air as I push against his shoulders, and he digs his heels into the floor.

  “Just get the hell out of here. We have a deal, let's leave it at that.”

  “Fine. I'm going down to the restaurant. I'm starving.”

  “Good for you. Maybe you can get lost on your way back.”

  Seth chuckles. “Nice try, but you can't get rid of me that easily.”

  My phone dings on the nightstand, so I give my brother one last good shove. “Get out,” I say while laughing. He makes a funny face, sticking his tongue out and crossing his eyes.

  I shake my head, and use my shoulder to push the door closed, locking it so he can't barge back in. Peeping through the small window, I watch my brother knock on my parents’ door. My dad opens, the two talk for a minute, and then my brother leaves.

  My phone dings again, fully grabbing my attention. I swipe the screen and see Brand's name. Instantly, butterflies swarm my belly and I'm smiling as I flop onto my stomach on the bed.

  He asks me if I miss him yet, and of course I tell him yes. We flirt back and forth, eventually moving our conversation to childhood stories. Brand tells me all about how his father would spend hours working on his car to fix it. He said that by the time his father was done, the only thing on the car that wasn't replaced was the body itself.

  He didn't grow up with much, and what little his family did have went to bills and food. His father had to decide between new sneakers for Brand or paying the electric. Between going to the movies or putting gas in his car to get to work. Choices my family never had to make.

  Brand lived a different life than I did. And because of that, he appreciates what he has and what he earns. He's proud of where he is, and he damn well should be. Nothing's been handed to him; he's worked his ass off.

  I love that about him. I love that he knows what it means to work hard. I love that he doesn't take for granted the small stuff. I love that he understands what it means to struggle and doesn't look down on anyone who might have less.

  My life has been so much different, but despite not wondering where my next meal is going to come from, I've always had compassion for those who do. It's why I work at the community garden. It's why I do anything I can to give back. Because people matter, especially those that need a helping hand.

  Maybe that's why I'm so drawn to him. Brand isn't broken, but he's been close, so close, that he saviors each day. He looks for the good in people. He's real. He's scars and rainbows that have somehow come together to form a beautiful, colorful sky.

  The night slips away, and before I know it, it's almost one in the morning.

  I yawn, my thumbs moving slowly across the keys as I text. I need to go to bed, I'm falling asleep.

  All right, beautiful, I'll see you in the morning.

  I'm barely able to read his last message before my lids lower and sleep take holds.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  My head snaps up off the pillow, hair spilling over my face. I brush it away and call out, “Yeah?” I lick my lips and clear my throat, trying to hide the fact I just woke up.

  “You almost ready?” my father asks.

  “Uh, yeah, I just need a few more minutes.”

  “Well, let's go, we don't have all day to sit around and wait for you.” He grumbles something else through the door under his breath, and I hear him yell to my mother across the hall. “No, we don't have plenty of time, Claudette!” His voice trails off, and the door to their room slams shut.

  I'm exhausted. I half roll and half slide out of the bed. My feet hit the floor, and my knees buckle as I try to stand up. There's a fog hanging over my head, and I didn't even drink last night.

  As I flip the switch on in the bathroom, the light is blinding, turning the fog into a slamming headache. I turn on the warm water and rub my temples for a second. I splash my face a few times and wipe it dry.

  I don't even bother putting on any makeup or doing my hair. I know I don't have much more time before my father is banging on the door again. For all I know, he has an extra key card and could come storming in any second.

  My suitcase is open on the floor. I dig through, eventually settling on a blue sundress with a sunflower pattern, and a pair of sandals. After a quick brush of my hair, I braid it, and consider myself done.

  In the hallway, I find my father impatiently looking at his phone, while my mother puts lipstick on with a small powder mirror, and my brother is half sleeping with his head back against the wall.

  “Finally,” my father says. He tucks his phone in his back pocket and starts walking. “Let's go.”

  We all follow him like army ants, doing what they've been programmed to do. My father's feet pound against the carpeted hall as he walks ten feet ahead of us. All of us are quiet. Not that we usually have a lot to say to each other.

  It's a comfortable silence. One that I welcome with the headache sitting behind my eyes and the haze I still can't shake off my brain.

  When we do talk, my mother likes to talk about all her fancy friends and what their children are doing. My father is usually focused on himself. His cars. His business. Or his super rich clients.

  And then there's my brother. Your typical seventeen-year-old, whose head is always focused on vaginas and the cars my father will never let him touch, let alone drive. I'm curious how he's going to get the keys for the car to take it for a joy ride.

  Not my problem. Whatever he does, I'm just looking the other way.

  I think this is the first time we've ever teamed up. Even if it's bribery, it's something, I suppose.

  Brand is already in the parking lot. He's smiling, with his arms across his chest as he leans against the car.

  “Be careful, don't scratch it,” my father barks.

  Brand steps away and rubs the trim of the door. “She's good as gold, Mr. Klein.”

  “Keys,” he demands, holding out his hand.

  Brand tosses them and my father catches them. “You don't want me to drive?” he asks. “I thought—”

  “Whatever you thought can stay right there in your head. I didn't ask you what you were thinking. Claudette will drive the other car. You can climb in the passenger seat with me. We're running late already, so let’s go.”

  Brand walks around the car, his eyes falling over me like a blanket. I can feel them. They're heavy, magnetic, and I have to force my eyes away. My brother elbows me on purpose as he walks by to get in the back of the SUV.

  Brand smiles at me, and winks. But I don't smile back, I turn quickly and climb into t
he car with my mother. I don't look over, I don't look up, I don't dare move my eyes in his direction. I can't.

  My mother follows my father to the car show. We park in the lot for spectators, and my father drives to where all the competition cars are.

  As we approach my dad, the hood is open on his car, and Brand is leaning in, shining the engine with a soft rag. There are always so many classic cars at this show. Everyone is preparing for the judges. Cleaning and waxing, doing minor fixes to make the exhaust sound cleaner and louder, or trying to get the whir of a belt out of the engine.

  “How's she look?” Brand asks me.

  I shrug my shoulder, walking right past him and going to the back side of the car. I'm so afraid that my parents are going to suspect something. Not that my brother is helping at all. He keeps giving me looks, like little stupid smiles, and bouncing his brows. He's just doing things that are going to draw attention.

  “Hey, here you guys are.”

  I look up to see a very pregnant Millie wobbling through the field with Harden. His hand is on her lower back as if he's ready to catch her if she loses her footing.

  “Hey, guys!”

  My mother smiles and nods, turning her attention to my brother. “Seth, can you get the chairs from the car and set them up?” My brother groans, sluggishly walking back to the car to get them.

  “I'll come help you,” Brand says, and starts to jog to Seth's side.

  “Oh Brand, here,” my mother says before he darts past her.

  She tosses him the keys and he catches them. “Be right back,” he says.

  I almost can't breathe as I watch my brother walk off with Brand. I have no idea what he's going to say. What if he hints that he knows? The thought makes my stomach tight with knots.

  “You all right?” Millie asks. “You look like you've seen a ghost.”

  “Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.” Turning my attention to her, I push the feeling away. “How are you feeling?”