Nailing My Wife

by C. M. Steele

  Nailing my Wife

  A Rough Hands Novella

  C.M. Steele

  Copyright © 2018 by C.M. Steele

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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  Brenda has had enough. With every project, a new woman comes in eyeing her man candy. She thought it would be easier to deal with after they married, but watching women drool over her man while she tried to maintain professionalism is too much for her. She trusts him because he almost seems oblivious to it, but she’s afraid the next woman is going to catch a nail gun to the head.

  Dane for the life of him can’t figure out what’s wrong with his wife. Things have been amazing since the day he conned her into marrying him, and he couldn’t be happier. She, on the other hand, seemed to be out of sorts.

  While on a job out of town, Brenda gives their boss her notice without telling Dane. Crushed and thoroughly pissed off, he’s got a one-track mind, and that’s nailing his wife then figuring out what’s bothering her. There’s just one problem—she’s missing.

  Copyright © 2018 by C.M. Steele

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Epilogue

  Prologue

  Brenda

  “When are you going to take my refusal seriously?” I ask him, puffing my chest out with my hands clutching onto my tablet. He inches closer, moving so that we’re both hidden by the staircase, and my back is less than a foot from the wall. I feel the heat between us grow with every step he takes.

  He has asked me out for the hundredth time since he started working here three years ago. I have done my best to say no every time. Dane Harris is super freaking hot. He has an athletic build that is perfectly sculpted with muscles. He’s not as massive as the boss Benedict, but his size his nothing to sneeze at. At six-two, he’s all man. I hate how much I want to give in and say yes, but a man like Dane could be my undoing.

  He wraps his fingers around my bicep, giving just a hint of power in his hold. A light gasp escapes from the jolt of electricity dancing on my skin. It travels through to my core, striking the parts of me I only dream of him touching. I’m doing my best to stay in control, but those eyes won’t let me. They stalk me, command me, and own me. I don’t know if I can resist my feelings for him anymore. “When you seriously mean it. When you stop staring at me when you think I don’t fucking notice. There’s just one thing Brenda. I notice everything about you. From the way your pulse speeds up when you see me to the way you get excited about ice cream even though you try to stay cool. Trust me, Brenda I notice…every single thing.”

  “Really?” I answer, panting as I slip my tongue out to lick my suddenly dry lips.

  “Really,” he growls. With quick movements, he snatches my tablet out of my hands and sets it on one of the stairs. I feel my back hit the wall as his hands wrap around me. One on my waist, the other on the back of my neck with his fingers massaging the base of my skull. His mouth comes down roughly on mine, and I don’t hold back. I thrust my hands into his hair, letting go of my fear. I moan when he pulls my pussy against his hips, letting me feel every long inch he has for me.

  The hand on my waist works down to my thigh. He lifts my leg around him, grinding on me while he moves to cup my ass. I’m about to come in the boss’s house with workers all around, and I don’t care. I toss my head back and cry out, he pulls my head back to his, kissing and claiming my orgasm for himself.

  “Fuck, that was sexy as hell. Next time, you scream out my name it’ll be with your pretty little cunt wrapped around my face and not a soul but me to hear.”

  The sound of someone pulling up the driveway forces us apart. “We’re not done, Brenda. Not until the day I die, beauty. You’re mine.” The truck door closes, and I know it’s Ben and Mira his wife. I have to get out of here and back to the office. There’s still so much to do. And I need to get away from Dane. I rush out, grabbing my tablet and straightening my hair on the way. I pass by Ben, trying to hide what just happened. He doesn’t buy it; instead he smiles and raises his brow knowingly. I’m not doing this right now, so I hurry back to work at the office.

  Dane

  I ring her doorbell. It’s already eight, but I had just enough time to go home and shower. I can’t let this go one more night. She’s mine, and it’s time we made it official. For three long years, we’ve been playing cat and mouse games. Brenda has been the only woman I’ve wanted from the first time we met. I don’t know why the games, but times up and I’m claiming her. There’s no more going back to just coworkers. I’ve only been here twice to fix some shit she needed to be done. Her condo has a manager that is here every day, but why would she have him do it when she has me.

  She opens it with a smile and a pair of shorts so tiny, I can see the seam where her ass meets her thighs. I step through the door, closing and locking it before I turn to take her all in. “Do you open the door for everyone like that?” I growl out, unable to hide my jealousy one damn bit.

  “No, but I was about to go to bed.”

  “That’s right you are.” She lets her tongue peek out between her soft pale-pink lips, and I’m done. I move forward, kicking my shoes off. I pick her up, dragging her lips to mine in a deep kiss, then carry her sexy ass to the bedroom.

  “Dane,” she sighs, pulling her lips away from mine to kiss my jaw. Hell, I’m going to come in my pants from the way her voice caresses my name.

  I drop her on the bed, so she’s sitting while I stand in front of her. I take off my shirt and look down into her beautiful blue eyes. I press my thumb and finger under her chin, and say, “There’s no going back.”

  She nods in acceptance. I reach down and grab the hem of her top, taking it off. Fuck, her breasts are full and her nipples hard for my touch. I lean down, kissing and pushing her flat on her back. My hands slip between us as I unbutton my jeans. I have to give my cock a little breathing room before I break my zipper. She has no idea how long I’ve waited for this. At twenty-six, I’m holding onto my virginity for her. I thought waiting until I had my shit together was tough enough. Then spending three long years waiting for her has been torture.

  “I need you,” she cries out, rubbing her covered pussy against my cock. I stand up and get rid of the rest of my clothes. Then I grab her tiny shorts and panties, dragging them down her sexy legs. I slide up between her legs, kissing her thighs inch by inch until I reach her mound. My tongue slips out eagerly wanting to taste her and own every inch of her. Her body rocks and moans for me. I lick her over and over unable to get enough of the way she tastes. I push a finger inside her, needing to get her as ready as I am. She’s so tight, I wonder if I’m going to hurt her. Fuck, I doubt she’s a virgin, but I’m a big guy. I thrust two fingers inside her, and that’s when I feel it, holy fuck. She’s a virgin. The rough need to claim her takes over, and I climb my way up her. My hands caress her breasts. “I can’t wait anymore, Brenda. We lose our virginity together. You’re mine, only mine. And I’m only yours.”

  I push forward, sending my long, thick cock tearing through her barrier and making us one for-fucking-ever.

  Chapter 1

  One and A Half Years Later

  Dane

  “That’s it. Take it, Brenda.” I grab her ass, swatting it three times, lovin
g how fucking red it got. I rub the heated skin then thrust into her from behind. We’re here early, and well we didn’t get to finish what we started this morning. I have her sprawled out over the drafting table with her ass in the air. I climb my hands up her perfect body, cupping her magnificent tits. “Keep it down, legs. I don’t want these fucks hearing you come,” I warn her.

  She twists her head to look at me with an arched brow and scolds me while circling her hips. “It’s your fault if they do. You started something you should have finished before we left.” Fuck, she’s right, but I’m not going to tell her that. I love being in my wife. I could stay inside her all day long. We’ve been married for a year and five months, and I hope this need for each other never ends.

  “I have a meeting. Didn’t want to be late,” I grunt out, pumping into her.

  “We can’t have that now,” Brenda squeaks out as she focuses on holding onto the drafting table. Reaching around, I cup her breasts and pluck on her hard nipples through her top. I know what’s coming as her pace changes. She loves when I play with her breasts. Fuck, I love them, too. Brenda clasps her hands to her mouth as her orgasm hits. The walls of her tight pussy suck my cock deep inside, squeezing my shaft until I come with her. “What am I going to do with you, Mrs. Harris?”

  She turns her head, looking back at me and smiling sensually, she says, “Lots of bad things, I hope.”

  “Later,” I promise, pulling out of her warmth. I hate the distance it creates between us. Insanely, I need my wife more than she even understands. I want to be with her all day, but life isn’t like that. I grumble, “I have to go back to work, damn it.” Tucking myself back in, I reach in my back pocket, pulling out my favorite bandana and press it to her sore pussy. Unable to resist the sight in front of me, I bend down and kiss her ass. “I love your sexy ass.” Then give it a swat and rub before helping her slide her panties up and her skirt down over her backside.

  “I know you do.” We hear tires riding over the gravel. “Oh shit, there’s the first vehicle pulling in.” I think we need a vacation again. It’s been over a year since our honeymoon.

  “I’m glad we’re done. Let’s go and wash up.” We wash our hands when the bell for the office rings. Who the hell would be here this early? Benedict is off with his wife, Mira on a mini-vacation. Their son Benjamin is with Ben’s parents.

  I go out to see, and it’s a guy I’ve never seen. It’s probably the client I’m supposed to meet in half an hour. He looks about forty years old or maybe a little older which would fit the information that Ben gave me on the client. I look at my watch. Fuck, it’s only five minutes. Wow, we were going at it longer than I thought. Time flies when you’re having fun, I guess. I laugh to myself. I jog down the few steps out of the office to meet him. He smiles and sticks out his hand. “Hello, I’m Jones.”

  “Hello, I’m Dane Harris. Please come inside, and we can get to business.” I lead him inside and into my office. “Would you like some coffee?”

  “Sure.” I walk to the door and call for Brenda. She came right away. “My client is here. Can you start a pot of coffee?”

  “Already on it. It should be done in five minutes.” I give her a wink, and she turns around to get things together. She usually gets the coffee started, and we grab our own, but when we have clients, she makes it and helps serve.

  “You have a secretary?”

  “Actually, she’s the boss’s assistant and my wife.”

  “Must be hard working with a spouse all day.”

  “Not at all. I love working with her. Besides we don’t see that much of each other once the day kicks off. Now let’s discuss this project you’re looking for.”

  He leans forward with an enthusiastic smile on his face. I’m guessing he’s very excited for whatever he wants to be done. Hopefully, it isn’t some crazy shit that’s nearly impossible to complete. “Okay, I want a personal bar in my basement,” he says with an animated expression.

  I nod and return the smile because clients need to feel like you share some of their enthusiasm. “Sweet. What are you looking for in the layout?”

  He rubs his chin, gathering his thoughts. He takes a long pause before saying, “I’m thinking Prohibition era type of style.”

  “Like a speakeasy?” I ask, trying to confirm the concept. There are plenty of ways to build one, but they can be time-consuming if he wants a lot of authentic pieces or designs from the era. I have a few samples that we have for the concept. One of which, we built last year.

  “Yeah, that’s what I’m looking for.” He claps his hands together.

  “Sounds cool. Is your basement unfinished or finished?”

  “I just bought the house. The basement is unfinished. The foundation is all that is there.” He leans back, and that’s when Brenda walks in with a tray of coffee cups, cream, and sugar.

  “Thanks, Brenda. Let me introduce you to Noah Jones.” I turn my gaze to Jones whose eyes are on my wife. I let out a low rumble from my chest. “Mr. Jones, this is my wife, Brenda Harris.” Brenda sticks out her hand, and he shakes it a little too long for my own tastes.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I can see why he doesn’t find it hard to work alongside you.”

  “Thank you, Mr. Jones.” Brenda presses her hand to the desk and looks down at me. “Thank you too, Mr. Harris.”

  “You’re welcome,” I growl out, nearly kissing her pouty red lips. Fuck, I can’t believe she put on more makeup. I purposely kissed that shit away this morning. Not that I mind her wearing makeup, but I mind it around other men. I know where my mind goes with those stunning red lips. I’d have to kill a fuck for looking at her like that. “Can you get your tablet and join us? We’re about to head out to his property.”

  “Sure thing. I’ll be back in twenty seconds.” She scurries out of the room, and instead of watching her sexy ass, I’m staring at Jones who watched her walk away for a second before he realized where he was.

  “My wife is special. And only mine.” That was the only warning I was going to give the fuck.

  She comes back in and takes a seat next to Jones in front of my desk. Needing to get this over with so I don’t go crazy, I continue where we left off. “Okay. So we’ll need to do the framing and then the insulation. Are you looking for any kind of hidden doors for your booze? You know like they would have had? Walls that flip into something else to hide the bar and stuff.”

  “Yes, that’s exactly what I want to have. Space enough for some kegs of beer maybe.”

  “Are you going to want a whole cooling and refrigeration system like a standard bar or are you looking for regular coolers?

  “We’re going to have to take a drive over there to get a thorough look and measurements. What is your budget?"

  “No more than forty-K.” That’s a high figure. We’ll definitely be able to get everything done. I wonder what this guy does for a living, but it would be rude to ask.

  “Sounds good. That should be plenty. And when do you want this done?”

  “What’s your standard turn around time?”

  “Two months from design, supply orders, and installation. It can go faster if you agree with our designs and if nothing has to be ordered from overseas. That in itself can take time.”

  “That works. I want it to be a great place to entertain.”

  “Okay, how about we drive out there?”

  “I’m ready when you are.” He directs his response to me which is good. I didn’t miss the subtle glances at my wife’s sexy legs in her heels.

  “Do you want me to come with?” she asks, looking up from her notes.

  I nod. “Yes, I’ll need you to take notes.” It’s what Ben would do. It’s not usually my job to do this kind of thing, so it’s nice to have an expert do it.

  “Won’t your boss need you?”

  “He’s on a mini-vacation with his wife. I’m all Dane’s,” she answers, implying so much more than just work. Damn, I love my woman.

  We get our things and
meet him out in the work yard. “We’ll be back in about two hours,” I inform the crew.

  “Okay. We have a load of blocks coming today. We’ll unload them, but where do you want them. Space is getting tight.”

  “Put them right outside the office to the left of the staircase.”

  “I’ll order pizza for lunch on our way back.”

  “That works of us.” I take Brenda’s hand and lead her to my truck. I want to give him another warning that she’s mine, but I can’t risk letting a client get away because I’m a jealous husband.

  “What’s wrong, Dane?” she asks the second I close the truck door.

  “I’m trying not to kill the bastard for staring at you. You’re mine.”

  “That I am. Don’t worry, I’m not going to run off with anyone. You’re stuck with me.”

  “Thank fuck for that, but he needs to keep his eyes and hands away from you, or I’ll beat his ass.”

  “Don’t cost Ben a client because of me. He’ll never let you do an estimate and contract alone again.”

  “Then I’ll be on my best behavior.”

  For the rest of the day, Jones and I behave ourselves, and I don’t get myself fired or charged with murder. Now to celebrate with my bride.

  Chapter 2

  Three Months Later

  Dane

  I watch Brenda walk into Ben’s office, and I want to drag her the fuck out of there. Her long hair is in the sexy waves that bounce as she moves in that flattering summer skirt and blouse I’ll never get enough of looking at her even when she’s pissed.

  She had a lot of attitude when she left this morning. I don’t fucking appreciate that shit. I know she’s busy, but over the past month, things have gotten worse. No matter what I do, she’s ticked off. I’m starting to think it’s more than our relationship that is the problem. Something’s bothering her. I know she’s been concerned that we haven’t gotten pregnant yet and blames herself for it. We fuck like bunnies, but her periods keep coming month after month. I don’t know what to do because Mira and Ben are pregnant with their second kid already. They only got together four months before us.