by Falon Stone
Hard Sweat
Falon Stone
Nix Stone
Contents
Title Page
Eye Candy Handyman Series
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Epilogue
Sinful Intent Sneak Peek
Also By Nix And Falon
Acknowledgments
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Copyright April 13, 2017
Editor Lisa A. Hollett
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1
Life has sucked. Kali dumped me on my ass months ago. She mumbled some bullshit about needing more excitement before she walked out the door. She’s fucking nuts. We couldn’t have had a more adventurous sex life. I gave in to every wish and demand she had in the bedroom. She wanted a threesome with another dude, I made it happen. She wanted a threesome with another woman, I hooked her up. She wanted to swap partners, I made that happen too. I didn’t always like it because I loved her and wanted to keep her for myself, but I did it to make her happy. But now she’s gone and probably bangin’ her way through the male and female population of Tampa.
My days now consist of working and little else. I haven’t felt like going out and partying for a while, and it’s pretty hard to find a girl when your ass is sitting in front of the television, pining over the one that got away. It’s Thursday, and usually, I’d be excited about the upcoming weekend, but there’s not much to look forward to except maybe my brand-new tub of ice cream and my favorite new Netflix series, because somewhere along the line, Kali took my man card with her when she walked out the door.
Somehow, I make it back to the office before four, and Darby, Hunter, and Garrett are there, finishing paperwork and doing whatever the hell else they do while we roast in the Florida sun. Fucking Garrett is always here now. Since he hooked up with Barbie, he’s rarely out on the job site. He mutters some nonsense about business growing so rapidly that it takes him, Darby, and Hunter to keep the jobs straight while we break our backs out in the field.
I can’t complain. He’s the boss and my best friend. If the fucker were single, he’d have my ass out on the scene, prowling for my next piece of ass, but he’s a one-woman man now, and I’m solo and drowning in a vat of frozen sweetness instead of pussy.
“Hey, Chaz. Already finished the job?” Garrett asks, staring at a stack of papers with his feet up on the desk.
“Yeah, everything went smoothly.”
The remodel on the bathroom at Ms. Canton’s should’ve taken ten days, but somehow, I finished it in seven. That’s one of the things that’s changed since Kali left. I get my work done quicker than before with no distractions like Kali’s texts or nonstop phone calls to interrupt.
“What’s wrong, buddy? No tip or blow job as a thank you?” he teases, rubbing in my lack of sex because Garrett, although I love him, is an asshole.
I pretend his comment doesn’t sting as I sit in the chair across from him, cracking open a cold soda I grabbed from the mini fridge when I walked in. Ever since Garrett landed Barbie, he’s always quick to remind me that I’m single, while he isn’t. He’s always been a dick, and the love of a good woman hasn’t changed that fact.
“Nah.”
Even if Ms. Canton had dropped to her knees and begged to suck my cock, I would’ve turned her down. I haven’t given many fucks about sex…porn doesn’t even seem to do it for me anymore.
“You still moping around about Kali?” Darby asks with genuine concern. It’s nice to have a woman in the office, even if she does prefer pussy. She’s still sweeter than the other bastards around here and the only one who actually cares.
“Nah, I’m over her,” I lie through my fucking teeth. I know they don’t buy it, but admitting I’m still sad over Kali leaving makes me feel weak. “Just been in a rut lately.”
“Yeah, right,” Hunter chimes in. “She broke your little heart, dude. Just admit it, and move the fuck on. Get back out there, and play the field a little.”
Hunter has some fucking nerve. The man fell for his client, Cybill, and rode off into the sunset like some poor love-sick schmuck. I don’t think he’s ever had his heart broken even to have a clue what it feels like. If Cybill left him now, he’d turn into a shell of himself, sitting right next to me on the couch, shoveling ice cream down his throat too.
“Maybe we can find you love on the job like Hunter and Garrett over here,” Darby says, clicking away at her keyboard. “Let’s see. I have Ms. Riddick, she wants her bathroom remodeled and is single. She sounded cute too, real Southern drawl. She might be right up your alley. Then I have Mrs. Jackson. She wants her bedrooms painted, but she requested that the work be done when her husband is out of town.”
“This is dumb. I’m not getting involved with a client like these two morons.”
“This is exactly what you need right now. At a minimum, she’ll fawn over you and make you feel like a man again,” Garrett says.
“Eh, I don’t know. What else do you have, Darby?”
“I have Mr. Collica. He wants…”
“Save that for Chip,” I say, cutting her off before she can even finish the sentence. “I don’t swing that way.”
“I know. I just didn’t know how desperate you were, Chaz.”
“I’m not that desperate.”
“Uh-huh. Not yet.” Garrett chuckles as he tosses the stack of papers on his desk.
“Well, we have Ms. Hutchinson. She said her husband recently ran off with another woman. She wants some work done on her patio. I would say that’s prime right there.”
Hmm… Recently cheated on. Usually, those are the best odds at getting a little on the side, just as long as they aren’t using me as a shrink and instead as more as a confidence-building sex therapist.
“Okay. Set me up,” I tell Darby, because fuck it. It doesn’t matter where I work and what their situation is; I have to stop feeling sorry for myself.
“All right I’ll call her and tell her you’ll be there Monday morning.”
“Now that that’s settled, I was going to head down to the Palomino Pony and my girl, chill, and have a few beers. Who’s with me?” Garrett asks.
“I still have work to do.” Darby waves her hands above the mountain of
paperwork.
“We’ve been working our asses off. Let’s cut loose and have a little fun.” Garrett stares at Darby, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Even you, Darby.” He turns toward me.
I pull at the tab on top of my soda can, debating if I should say yes.
I know exactly what’s going to happen. I’m going to go there, get a few lap dances, get drunk, go home alone again, and jerk myself off. Just another craptastic Friday night and the current story of my miserable life.
“I don’t know,” I say.
“Stop being a boring asshole. Let’s go hang out. Maybe a little whiff of pussy will get your ass motivated to get back out there.”
“Come on, Chaz. I’ll go if you go,” Darby says, leaving me no choice.
“Fine, fuck it. I’ll go, but only because of Darby.”
Darby’s everyone’s best friend at Eye Candy Handyman. She’s sweet and caring, plus it doesn’t hurt that she’s hot as fuck. But…and this is a big giant but, she doesn’t like men. When I first met her, I thought for sure she was all about the cock, especially since she had a kid. But I couldn’t have been more wrong. She might be my only female friend I haven’t slept with and the only one who doesn’t want something from me. She’s just Darby. Beautiful, pussy-licking Darby.
You’d think the building was on fire with how quickly everyone cleared out of the office. I thought about turning my truck around and going home at least a half-dozen times as I drove behind Darby, but I didn’t want to be the pussy who bowed out. I’d never hear the end of it from them if I didn’t show up.
Barbie met us at the front door and escorted us to the VIP room on the second floor. Not only was it completely private, but it had the best view of the girls. The lush, red velvet couches are a nice touch and make watching the action more comfortable. Garrett and Hunter sit on one side and Darby and me on the other, separated by a gold-covered cocktail table.
“Shall I start you guys off with a bottle of champagne?” Barbie asks, looking just as stunning as she always does.
I can’t believe Garrett gets to go home to her every night. I’ve seen her naked, and she’s just as beautiful without clothes as she is with them on. He did good, way better than he deserves, actually, when he hooked up with her.
“Nah, baby. We’re not celebrating anything tonight.” He pulls Barbie to his side and places his hand on her ass. “Just some beers and a couple of shots would be good.” His hand slides around to her waist before he pulls her into his lap. “We’re here to get Chaz his mojo back. He hasn’t touched a woman since Kali split. We’re here to reacquaint him with the opposite sex. Remind him what he’s missing.”
“It’s her loss, Chaz.” Barbie smiles. “I’ll make sure you’re taken care of extra well tonight.”
“I’m single too. Nobody worries about me, though. Bastards,” Darby mutters.
“We have to make sure our man here gets taken care of first. You dumped your girlfriend two days ago. You’re not in a dry spell,” Garrett tells her and rolls his eyes.
“Speak for yourself,” Darby snarls.
Barbie pushes off Garrett’s lap, adjusting her skirt that’s ridden up her thigh. “Beers, shots, and girls are coming right up,” she says before walking out of the VIP area.
“Look at the girls tonight, Chaz. Lots of hot ass here.”
Lots of hot, unavailable ass. The last thing I want is to get hooked up with a stripper. I want a girlfriend, a partner to spend my nights with. I do not want a girl who makes her living shaking her ass and tits in a stranger’s face for a few dollar bills that are tossed at her feet. The thought of dating a stripper makes my stomach turn.
The cocktail waitress brings our drinks, and two strippers follow her into the room.
“You must be, Chaz. Barbie said to take care of you tonight,” the redhead says, showcasing the most beautiful set of big tits I’d ever seen. They rival those of Dolly Parton and could make any man drop to his knees. “I’m Autumn, and this is Ginger.” She pitches her thumb over her shoulder to another redhead, even more gorgeous but not as well-endowed as she is.
Oh, hell yeah! My cock is already at attention, straining against my jeans, roaring to life. Autumn is about six feet tall with big, beautiful brown eyes and legs that go on for days, besides those killer tits that already have my mouth watering. Ginger, well, the name speaks for itself with her red hair and looking every bit as sinful. Ginger’s eyes roam over my body, and I can feel her hunger.
“Hello, ladies,” Darby says because I’m too busy gawking at their tits to remember my manners. Darby scoots over and pats the spot between us. “Come on over here and have a seat.”
I finally get my sense back as they sit, and I tell the waitress to bring another round of drinks and add something for Ginger and Autumn.
“Well, aren’t you cute,” Darby tells Autumn as she sits down.
Autumn looks at her under her eyelashes and blushes. “Thank you. So are you.”
Lesbian love is in the air, and I’m left holding the bag, or most likely my cock, tonight.
Thank God that after a few shots, Ginger grabs my hand and pulls me out of the booth. “Come on, Chaz.” She gives me a wicked smile. “It looks like you could use a little lovin’.”
I could use more than a little loving and lot more than a lap dance, but I’m not going to turn it down.
She motions to a single chair set back about ten feet away from the rest of the group and shrouded in darkness. As soon as my ass hits the seat, Ginger straddles my legs, and her hair flows over my head and onto my shoulders, covering our faces. She runs her fingers through my hair, fisting each side and pressing my face between her tits. I can barely breathe, but I’m not complaining. This is the closest I’ve been to a great rack in months, and I’m not fucking it up.
She’s grinding against my dick, which is already stirring to life underneath her warmth. She pulls my hair, making me look up at her. “Lick it,” she says.
“Well, I…” I stammer because normally, there’s a no touching policy, but when a woman tells me to do something, especially this, I want to fucking listen.
“I’m supposed to take care of you, Chaz. And right now, I want you to lick my tit.”
She doesn’t need to tell me twice. I stick my tongue out, sweeping it across her softness. Her head falls back, and she lets out a little moan. My cock hardens, and her rhythmic gyrations become more controlled and rougher, and I like it.
She leans forward and whispers, “I’m going to grind on your cock until you’re just about to come. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Another set of hands comes up behind me, rubbing against my chest. I turn to see Autumn standing behind me with her tits so close to my mouth I could lick those too.
Ginger places her hands on my shoulders, pushing me farther back into the chair and lifts my shirt, revealing my abs and a giant hard-on.
“Dayum. Your body rocks.” Ginger strokes my abdomen, running her hands up and down over each dip and ridge of my six-pack, but she doesn’t stop grinding against me.
“Mm. Fuck,” I groan because I know I can come like this. I’m so fucking deprived of sex that a simple lap dance is going to have me blowing my load.
“You like that pussy?” Autumn whispers into my ear. “You want to put that cock in her tight, wet pussy?”
My cock’s hard, my mouth’s dry, and my head’s spinning as Autumn talks dirty in my ear while Ginger works my cock like a master.
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” Ginger smirks.
I’m so close to coming. I’m hanging on the edge, feeling the familiar tingle crawling up my spine when the music stops and so does Ginger’s grinding.
Autumn moves behind Ginger and grabs her breast. “My turn.”
Ginger moves away, revealing my giant boner and a tiny dark spot where she’d been.
“Nice cock,” Autumn says, slamming herself down on top of me.
My body shakes, the impact so hard t
hat it sends a bolt of pleasure through my system. A new song starts to play, and Autumn moves her hips, sliding her pussy against the length of my cock.
“Go ahead, you can touch them,” she says, glancing down at her breasts that are waving in my face.
I cup one breast and grab her hip with my other hand, pressing her down on my throbbing cock.
“Lie back and relax,” Ginger says over my shoulder as she runs her hands through my hair from behind me.
I bury my face in Autumn’s tits, letting myself get lost in the feel of her pussy stroking my cock through my jeans and the harsh breath of Ginger behind me.
“I’m touching myself,” Ginger whispers. “I’m so fucking wet.”
“Come for us,” Autumn commands, caressing my denim-covered cock with her warmth.
“Holy fuck,” I groan because I’ve never had a lap dance like this before. Not out in the open, at least. The waves of the orgasm rip through me, causing my body to convulse with the aftershocks. Autumn doesn’t let up, reaching behind her to cup my balls as I come.
“Barbara said to take care of you, so we did,” Ginger whispers in my ear.
“We get off soon, and we want to play.” Autumn squeezes my balls harder. “You got us all worked up with that big cock and hard muscles. We want to feel that cock. We deserve a little payback.”
“Fuck yeah.” There’s no way I’m turning down an offer like that. I’ll fuck them both until I can’t walk anymore. “I’m down with that.”
“Good. We can go to my place and party a little,” Ginger adds, sliding her hand down my chest, placing it between Autumn and me and squeezing my cock. “You’d better rebound quickly.”
“Ladies, I can fuck for hours without a problem.”
“We’ll find out,” Autumn says, adjusting her bikini bottoms as she climbs off my lap. “We’ll come find you when we’re ready.”
“I’ll be here.” I know I have the biggest smile on my face. I probably look like an idiot, but for the first time in a long time, I’m feeling excited and my cock is pretty damn happy with me too.