The Mechanic

Working Men Series

(Book One)

Ramona Gray

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The Mechanic

Working Men Series Book One

By Ramona Gray

His hands aren’t the only things getting dirty.

Lily

I grew up with everything I ever wanted.  Wealth and privilege, and an attitude that practically screamed “I’m better than you”.  Only, things went wrong and now I have nothing.  The people in this town don’t give a damn that I live in a broken-down trailer and am one sandwich away from starving.  They figure I got what I deserve.  They’re not wrong.

Now, I’m standing in front of the town’s sexy-as-sin mechanic, Jack Williams, and offering to let him… do things to me with those big, dirty hands of his, in exchange for car repairs.  Things that the old me would be horrified by.  I should be ashamed.  Instead, all I can think about is how good it would feel to have Jack touch me.

Jack

I grew up on the wrong side of the tracks.  Raised by a man who liked to talk to me with his fists and didn’t give a damn if I lived or died.  Taking care of myself is my number one priority, and I’m not interested in other people’s troubles.

Especially trouble in the form of a stuck-up, former rich girl like Lily Carson. It’s not my problem her money, family and friends are gone.  Only, she’s standing in my repair shop offering me something I’ve wanted for a very long time.  One touch of her soft skin and I’m lost. 

Lily belongs to me now, and I’ll make damn sure she and everyone else in this town knows it.

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter One

Jack

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

I stared at the woman in front of me.  Never once in my fucking life did I believe that Lily “Ice Queen” Carson would be standing in the tiny shithole of a room I called an office.  The cement walls used to be white, but years of dirt and grease had turned them the colour of a roach.  The smell was a hellish combination of oil, gas, and the leftover spaghetti I had heated up for lunch.

I leaned against my desk and folded my arms across my chest.  Her gaze followed the motion and I watched a muscle tick in her temple and a flush rise in her cheeks.  I’m in good shape, years of being a grease monkey and weekends at the local boxing gym have made my body hard.  I reached down and adjusted my dick, grinning when the flush turned to a bright red stain.

The woman standing in front of me might have been a rich, stuck-up ice queen that I didn’t have a chance in hell with, but fuck did she get my motor running.  She had since fucking high school. 

Of course, she wasn’t exactly rich anymore, was she?

I folded my arms back over my chest.  “I don’t do payment plans.”

That red stain faded from her cheeks, leaving her looking pale and sick.  I scratched at the two days’ worth of stubble on my jaw.

“But, uh, Tom Wilk said that you did payment plans.  He told me you didn’t have a problem with it.”  She fidgeted with the strap of her purse.

I lowered my gaze to her tits.  They were big and firm, and I wondered not for the first time what her nipples looked like.  What it would look like to have my dick sliding between those lush titties?  I hadn’t been this close to her since I sat behind her in biology class in high school.  Why would I be?  She was the daughter of the richest man in town and I was the son of the drunkest.

Or rather, we had been.  My cunt of an old man had been dead for two years and her old man had lost everything, thanks to insider trading.  He was currently enjoying life in some white collar minimum security prison, and little Miss Rich Bitch was suddenly not so rich. 

Her mother had left town about six months after her father went to prison.  The rumour was that she’d met some new rich asshole willing to give her whatever she wanted just for a daily go at her pussy.  In the two years since then, I’d often wondered why Lily didn’t go with her.  There was nothing in this town for her, and without her daddy’s money, her popularity had disappeared faster than a dick in a whore’s mouth.  Her boyfriend had dumped her, her mansion on the west side of town had gone to foreclosure, and all her fancy friends had abandoned her.  Now she lived in an old trailer in the worst part of town and waitressed at a local dive bar.

Her arms folded across her tits and I lifted my gaze to her face.  She was even paler and those big blue eyes of her were watering with unshed tears.  I felt a twinge of guilt that I immediately tamped down.  Her money problems weren’t my problem.  I had a business to run.

“He was fucking with you.”

“I – what?”  She said.

“Tom was fucking with you.  I don’t do payment plans.”  I grabbed the invoice from my desk and tapped the number on the bottom.  “Your piece-of-shit car needed a lot of work to get it running.  Seven hundred dollars’ worth, in fact.”

“Mr. Williams, I don’t have seven hundred dollars.  I believed that you did payment plans.  Could you – I mean, would you consider doing a payment plan just this once?  I could pay you fifty dollars a month with interest, of course.”

“No.  Pay me today, or your car stays in my shop until you bring me the seven hundred.”

She chewed at her bottom lip.  “Please.  I need my car to get to work every day.  If I’m fired, I won’t have the money to pay you.  But if you let me take my car and do a payment plan, then you’ll get your money.  I swear.  Please, Mr. Williams.  I need this job.  You know how hard it is to find work in this town.”

“I think you have me confused with someone who gives a fuck about your problems.” 

The hell of it was, I was tempted to give her a payment plan.  Fuck, I was tempted to just let her take the damn car for free.  I was a bastard, always had been and always would be, but something about Lily Carson made me want to be soft with her.  Made me want to hold her in my arms and tell her everything would be fine.  I would take care of her.  I’d make sure she -

I snorted inwardly.  Fuck me.  I was like a goddamn Hallmark movie now.  All because of a former rich girl’s tears.

Those tears were sliding down her cheeks now, those soft-looking lips of hers trembling.  She was thinner now than she was in high school, but in less of a I’m-trying-to-look-like-a-stick-thin-model way and more of a I-don’t-have-enough-to-eat way. 

She wiped the tears away before taking a deep breath.  A look of weary resignation mixed with a ‘here we go again’ expression crossed her face.

“Mr. Williams, I realize that in high school I treated you horribly and I would like to apologize for it.  It is not an excuse, but I was young and immature and a self-absorbed bitch.  I am deeply sorry for the things I said and did to you when we attended Winston High together.  My behaviour and actions are inexcusable, but I truly am remorseful for how I behaved.”

Her little speech had an air of robotic rehearsal to it.  I cocked my head and said, “How many times have you done this little song and dance with the assholes in this town when you needed something?”

Her lips compressed into a thin line.  “Many.”

“It ever work?”

“Yes.  Because I’m being sincere.”

“Bullshit.  You’re saying what you think we want to hear and nothing more.”

“That isn’t true,” she said.  “I am very sorry for my past behaviour toward you.  I’m hoping you can find it in your heart to forgive me and maybe just this once, let me do a payment plan with your business.”

She might be broke flatter than piss on a platter now, but she still talked like she was Miss Fucking Fancy Pants.  I actually admired her for it.  Her expensive clothes and jewels were long gone.  Her silver BMW was replaced by a Honda Accord that was being held together with spit, duct tape and a goddamn prayer, and she worked at a bar that she would never have stepped foot in, in her previous life, but she still talked like the rich little princess she used to be. 

And fuck did it make my dick harder than a motherfucking rock.

Before I could lose my fucking mind and just give her the goddamn car, I shut down the weird part of me that wanted to help her.  Threw it deep and locked away the key.  The woman in front of me didn’t give a shit about me.  Besides, my interest in her was purely physical.  Nothing else.

“Well,” I drawled as I leaned back against my desk, “I appreciate the apology, but it won’t pay my bills.  Seven hundred, Ice Queen, or your car stays here.”

A look of pure panic flickered across her face.  It made my pulse speed up and my body tense in unexpected solidarity.  I distracted myself by staring at her tits again.  Fuck, I’d give my left nut to watch those big tits bouncing as I fucked her hard and rough.  She’d look so fucking hot cumming all over my dick.

Of course, she had the nickname of Ice Queen for a reason.  She flirted plenty with the guys in high school she’d deemed worthy, but she never let any of them into her silk panties.  At least, not according to the rampant gossip that ran through the high school.  Her senior year, she’d started dating Isaac Morris and they continued to date after high school. 

He had dumped her the minute her father was found guilty.  I don’t know what she did to piss him off, but he hadn’t been shy about sharing the details of their sex life once they were over.  According to that dickwad, she was frigid as a goddamn freezer.  I’d overheard him telling a bunch of his asshole friends at Ren’s bar about her shortcomings in the sack and how she refused to fuck him more than once a week.  Two months after they broke up, everyone in town knew all about her aversion to sex and the nickname Ice Queen was born.

I forced my gaze away from her tits and back to her face.  She was still standing near the door to my office, but the panic had been replaced with cold and calculating desperation.  She reached out and shut the door.  She didn’t need to bother, it was the end of the day and I was the only one left in the shop, but I didn’t say anything as she dropped her cheap purse on the floor of my office.

She walked slowly toward me, that cold desperation still stamped all over her pretty face, and my dick jerked in my jeans when she placed one soft hand on my chest.  Fuck, did she smell good.  Like strawberries.  I suppressed my groan when she traced her hand back and forth over my chest.  Even through my t-shirt I could feel the heat of her hand.

I stared at her mouth and wondered how those lips would look stretched around my fat dick.  I couldn’t control my filthy thoughts around the Ice Queen no matter how hard I tried.

Not that I was trying all that fucking hard.

“Mr. Williams, perhaps we can come up with a different idea of how I can pay you for my car repairs.”

The heat from her hand, her sweet scent and the closeness of her tits to my chest had me as horny as a teenager.  I could barely fucking think straight.  I stared up at her, wondering what the hell she was talking about.

With that hard light of desperation in her eyes, she said, “What do you think?”

“What do I think about what?”  I said stupidly.

She chewed on her bottom lip before deliberately dropping her gaze to my cock.  It was hard and tenting the front of my jeans and I could see the red rising from her chest up her neck.

“I’ll give you my mouth,” she said. 

What the fuck was I missing?  I wasn’t a stupid man but apparently being this close to Lily had my brains turned to mush.

“You’ll give me your mouth,” I repeated.

“Yes, I’ll… I’ll suck your penis in exchange for the work you did on my car.”

My mouth dropped open so fucking wide you could have shoved a dick into it.

Chapter Two

Lily

Have you gone insane?

I ignored the screaming of my inner voice and rubbed Jack Williams’ chest again.  His mouth was wide open, and I could see the surprise in his dark brown eyes.  I had a moment of satisfaction that I could shock him so badly, but it faded quickly and was replaced with anxiety.

If he didn’t accept this as a payment for my shitty car, I was well and truly fucked.  I mean, not that I knew what well and truly fucked was, but I imagined it was a lot like having a negative balance in your bank account and a car that you desperately needed, being held hostage by a hotter-than-hell mechanic.

I licked my lips seductively, at least I hoped it was seductively, and leaned a little closer to Jack.  I’d done a lot of shameful things since my father had gone to prison and my mother had abandoned me, but this topped the cake. 

Even as I was offering to blow my mechanic for car repairs, I could hear the sound of hitting rock bottom.  Hell, it practically reverberated in my ears.  Jack Williams might be the hottest man I’d ever seen, and yeah, maybe giving him a blow job wouldn’t be the worst experience in the world, but I was still whoring myself out.

If you don’t do this, you really will have to turn to prostitution.

My usual inner voice had been replaced by someone else.  Someone cold and fearless who knew just how much trouble I was in.  I had a feeling that this new voice was the true me, the one who put survival above everything else and would do whatever she needed to stay alive.

You have no money and you need that car to get to work.  If you lose your job, you’ll lose the roof over your head and the pitiful amount of food you can still afford to buy.  You’re lucky that Dale hired you at his bar.  You suck as a waitress.  It’s only because half the town comes in on the regular to laugh at the former little rich girl, that keeps Dale from firing you.  You lose this job, you won’t find another and what will you do then?  Your friends are gone, your mother couldn’t give a shit about you, and you don’t even have enough money to leave this shitty little town.

I dropped my hand to Jack’s flat abdomen.  Holy shit, I could feel his abs through his t-shirt.  His low groan made my pussy go wet for him.  I tried to hide my surprise and almost succeeded.  I didn’t get wet this easily.  According to my first and only lover, Isaac, I barely got wet at all.  In fact, according to Isaac, I was the worst fucking lay in the world.  My oral skills weren’t that better apparently, but desperate times, right?  I might be terrible in bed, but I knew when a man wanted me.  

Jack Williams wanted me. 

He’d wanted me in high school and secretly, just like every other girl at school, I’d wanted him too. 

He was a big guy even then.  Big and quiet, with an air of danger about him that was stupidly appealing.  I wasn’t the only girl who was affected by it.  He’d had his share of girlfriends in high school and after.  While I was dating Isaac, he was having fun with a large portion of the female population in our town.  Not that I could blame them.  If I hadn’t been so afraid of what my father would say, I probably would have parted my legs for him too. 

My nostrils flared as I took in a breath of him.  He smelled like oil and grease and good clean sweat.  It was a combination that probably shouldn’t have been sexy but was.  His dark hair was cut short, and standing this close to him, his height seemed even bigger than the 6’2” he was.  His jaw was covered in dark stubble and I was suddenly itching to press my lips against the slight dent in his chin.  Everything about him screamed ‘male’. 

He'd been working in his father’s car shop since he was a teenager.  His hands were rough, dirty, permanently stained by oil and grease.  I knew I wasn’t the only woman in town who had fantasized about having those dirty, stained hands all over her body.  I doubted that he could make me come, my sexual hang-ups were so deeply ingrained that even I didn’t have a clue why I had them, but I still wouldn’t have minded being touched by him.  Maybe even letting him fuck me.  Under different circumstances, of course.

Enough!  It’s great that you find him sexy, it’ll make blowing him easier.  Stop thinking about touching him and do it, you idiot.  You need to be at work in half an hour.

“What do you say, Mr. Williams?”  I tried to sound sexy and failed miserably.  “Do we have a deal?”

He stared at me and I palmed his dick through his jeans.  He groaned again before his hand shot down and grabbed mine.  He yanked it away from his dick and tightened his hold when I tried to pull my hand free.

“You think your cock-sucking skills are worth seven hundred bucks?”  He asked crudely.

I blushed bright red before nodding.  “Yes.”

“That isn’t what I heard.  You’re the Ice Queen for a reason, aren’t you?”

My blush deepened, and shame flooded through me.  I hated that nickname.  Up until four months ago, I hadn’t even realized why the whole damn town had started calling me the Ice Queen.  Finding out that Isaac had shared every dirty detail of our lovemaking had almost been enough to make me leave. 

Who was I kidding?  I would have left, if I’d had the money.

“I’m good at it,” I said lamely.  “Just let me show you.”

“I don’t think a blow job from the Ice Queen is enough to cover the debt.”

“It will be.  I’m good at it, I swear.”  I could hear the desperation in my voice. 

The small part of me that thought maybe the mechanic would refuse sexual favours in return for car repairs died when he said, “What if I want something else instead of a blow job?”

“I’m not having sex with you.”

It was stupid, but I could live with the knowledge that I blew a man for car repairs, but not that I fucked him for it.  Why blowing him didn’t make me a full-out prostitute in my mind, I didn’t know, but now was not the time to dwell on it.

Oddly enough, it didn’t even bug me that he was negotiating for sexual favours.  Maybe because I was the one offering them and couldn’t exactly be judgmental.  I’d spent most of my life judging people and now, for the last three years, I was the one being judged. 

I deserved it though.  Karma was a bitch, right?

“I don’t want to fuck you,” Jack said.

My stupid and inappropriate feeling of hurt disappeared under a wave of shock when he said, “I want to watch you cum all over my fingers.”

Chapter Three

Jack

It was the Ice Queen’s turn to have her mouth drop open.  I groaned inwardly and tried not to think about how easy it would be to shove my dick into her mouth.  Her offer to blow me had me so revved up, my dick was practically begging me for mercy.

Are you seriously going to accept sexual favours from this woman for her car repair bill?  You run an actual business, you asshole, not a fucking brothel.  What the hell has gotten into you?

I blocked out my inner voice.  I’d wanted Lily Carson since tenth grade and this was the only way I was going to get her.  Even broke and down and out, a woman like her would never let a man like me touch her.  This was my only chance.

I knew she wouldn’t fuck me, but the chance to watch her cum, to hear her cry my name while I touched her hot pussy and sucked on her tits, wasn’t something I could just walk away from.  And, fuck, it wasn’t like I didn’t want her mouth on my dick, I just wanted her cum on my fingers more.

“No,” she said.

I scratched the stubble on my jaw again.  “No?  Let me get this straight – you’ll suck on my dick to get your car back, but you won’t let me fingerfuck you?”

That red blush covered her from the neckline of her shirt to her hairline.  “I – no, I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Just, I can’t, okay?  You seriously don’t want a blow job?  What kind of man doesn’t want -”

She squeaked in surprise when my arm wrapped around her waist and I pulled her up against my body.  “Oh, I want your mouth around my dick, Princess, and trust me, sometime in the near future it will happen.  But today, today I want to touch your pussy.”

“No,” she whispered. 

Her tits were pressing against my chest and even through her clothing I could feel how hard her nipples were.

“Why not?”  I repeated.

Frustration was etched across her face.  “Are you being deliberately stupid?  You know why they call me the Ice Queen.  I can’t – I mean, it isn’t going to work and then I’ll have to blow you anyway to get my car back.  So, just let me skip to the blow job already.”

“You saying I can’t make the Ice Queen cum?”

“I know you can’t,” she huffed.  “Don’t take it personally for God’s sake.  It’s just not my – my thing.”

“Cumming isn’t your thing?”

“Stop being so crude!”  She snapped at me.  “I’m twenty-five years old and if I haven’t climaxed with a man by now, I’m never going to.  Please, can I just blow you and take my car and leave?”

Any lingering guilt I felt over participating in Lily Carson’s desperate attempt to trade sexual favours for her car, disappeared.  Jesus, she’d never once had a man make her cum?  Fuck the seven hundred dollars she owed me, a woman like her needed to know how good a man could make her feel.  And I was just the man to do it.

“No blow job,” I said.  “You let me at least try to make you cum and I’ll forget about the money you owe me.  Deal?”

She chewed on her bottom lip.  “What if I don’t have an orgasm?”  She glanced at the clock on the wall.  “I have to be at work by six, which only gives you twenty minutes.  I can’t come in twenty minutes.”

I hid my smile.  I’d make her cum twice in twenty minutes.

“If you don’t, the car is yours, debt paid.”

She gave me a suspicious look.  “Let me get this straight – all I have to do is let you, um, touch my, um, vagina for twenty minutes, and then I get my car back regardless of whether I orgasm or not?”

This time I couldn’t hide the smile.  “Vagina?  Pussy, Princess.  It’s called your pussy and I’m going to have at least three of my fingers in it.”

If her blush got any brighter, I’d be blinded by it.

“You don’t have to be so crude,” she whispered.

“Do we have a deal or not?”  I said.

“I – why do you want to do this?  It’s not going to, uh, do anything for you.  Why are you turning down a blow job?  I promise I’m good at it.”

She was lying, any idiot could see she was, but it didn’t bother me.  She’d never cum from a man’s touch before, so she had no fucking idea what she was missing.  I was about to show her and if I was real lucky, she’d be begging me for more.

“It’s none of your business why I want this, Princess.  You gonna let me touch you or not?”

She licked her lips, glanced at the door and pulled at her skirt.  “Okay, uh, yes.”

“Good.  Come here.”  I sat on the edge of my desk and spread my legs.  She eyed the bulge at my crotch before stepping between my legs.

She was short enough that we were face-to-face.  I could see anxiety in her gaze and she squeaked nervously when I slid my hands around her and gripped her ass.  Fuck, it was sweet.  I shook each cheek with my hands and grinned at her.

“You’ve got a great ass.”

“Uh, thank you.”

“Close your eyes.”

“What?”

“Close your eyes,” I repeated.

She licked her lips again and then closed her eyes.  I studied her face before dropping my gaze to her tits.  She was breathing heavily, and I admired the way her breasts looked against her shirt before cupping the back of her neck.  I held her still and pressed my mouth against hers. 

She jerked in surprise, her hands grabbing my thighs in reflex.  I stifled a groan and licked at the seam of her lips.  She opened them, and I curled my hand into her long, dark hair and pulled her head back before thrusting my tongue between her lips.  I tasted every inch of her mouth before sucking on her tongue. 

She moaned into my mouth, the sound went straight to my dick, and I sucked on her bottom lip before unbuttoning her shirt.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“I want to see your tits, Princess.”

“That – that wasn’t part of the deal.”

“Sure it was,” I said.  I had her shirt unbuttoned and her bra pushed up around her collar bone before her tiny hands could even wrap around my wrists.  By the time they did, I was already cupping her tits and brushing my thumbs against her nipples.  Instead of pushing me away, she clenched her fingers around my flesh and moaned again.

I studied her mouth as I played with her nipples.  Her lips were swollen and red, and already she was pressing her pussy rhythmically against my denim-covered dick.  My little Ice Queen was surprisingly easy to thaw.

I bent my head and sucked her right nipple into my mouth.  Her entire body vibrated and the moan that fell from her mouth was louder this time, more intense.  Her hands threaded through my hair and held in a tight grip as I sucked and licked at her nipples.  Fuck, her skin was so soft. 

“Please, Jack,” she moaned.  The sound of my name on her lips made my balls tighten.  If I wasn’t careful, I’d cum in my own goddamn pants.  She was really going to town against my dick now, rubbing her pussy against it like a mad woman, and I gave her nipples a final suck before glancing at the clock on the wall.  Almost thirteen minutes had passed.  I no longer thought it would be all that difficult to make Lily cum on my fingers, but I still needed to get moving if I was going to have her cum on my face too.

That hadn’t been part of the original deal, but there was no way Lily was leaving my office without me having a taste of her sweet little pussy first. 

“Time to touch your pussy, Lily.”  I tugged on her nipple before sliding my hand under her skirt.  Her thigh was satin smooth, and I stroked her inner right one.   She gasped and gave me a wide-eyed look of anxiety.

“Jack, please.  I can’t come.  I can’t -”

“Quiet.” I gave her inner thigh a little slap.  She closed her mouth and just stared at me as I cupped her pussy.  “Your panties are soaked, Princess.  You wet for me?”

The way she blushed and dropped her gaze made me want to fuck her so bad.

I tipped her chin up with my other hand as I rubbed her pussy through her soaking wet panties.  “Are you wet for me?”

“Yes.”

“Say it,” I demanded.

“I – I’m wet for you.”

“That’s right, you are,” I said.  I slipped my fingers under the crotch of her panties, groaning when I felt her wet, slick heat on my fingertips.  “Fuck, baby.  You’re soaking wet.”

I parted her lips and slid one finger deep into her warmth.  She squealed, her hands digging into my upper arms as she stood on her tiptoes and tried to stop the invasion.

“No, Princess,” I said.  “Be a good girl.”

She stared mutely at me as I added a second finger.  Jesus, she was so fucking tight.  The tightest little pussy I’d ever felt.  “Does that feel good, Princess?”

She nodded but I could see the anxiety returning in her eyes.  I angled my thumb upwards and brushed it against her clit, grinning in satisfaction when she squealed, and her tiny pussy squeezed around my fingers.

“Like that, do you?”  I said.

“Please.  Do it again,” she whimpered.

I brushed my thumb against her clit again.  Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head and she started to hump my fingers shamelessly.  I added a third finger and watched as she struggled to adjust.

“Jack, I can’t…”

“You can,” I said.  “I’ve got a big dick, Princess, and you need to learn how to take all of it.”

Her pussy squeezed around my fingers in response and I grinned at her.  “You like the idea of taking my cock, don’t you?”

“No,” she said breathlessly.  “No, I – I’m not fucking you.”

“Not right now,” I agreed.  “Now, let’s make you cum, Ice Queen.”

I held her tight around the waist and kissed her hard on the mouth as I fucked her with my fingers and rubbed her clit with my thumb.  I used nice even circles, strumming that little bundle of nerves until she was crying out into my mouth.  When her body stiffened, I tore my mouth from hers and listened to her scream my name as she came all over my fingers. 

Swear to fucking God, I’d never seen a more beautiful sight than Lily Carson cumming.  I leaned down and kissed one diamond-hard nipple as she shook and moaned in my arms.  My fingers were still firmly wedged in her pussy and I enjoyed the feel of her squeezing around them as the last of her climax rippled through her.  Fuck, I couldn’t wait until she was doing that around my cock.  I would take her bare, nothing between us so that I could feel every goddamn last twitch of her sweet pussy.

She was a moaning, shivering mess against me.  I rubbed her back and kissed her forehead as she leaned against me and panted.  I checked the clock.  Shit, eighteen minutes had passed, and I didn’t have enough time to eat her out before she went to work.

My cock was protesting its confinement against my jeans, but I ignored it.  I wanted to fuck Lily, desperately, and I was already addicted to the sight and sound of her cumming.  I needed to taste her little pussy.  I made a sudden decision.  I’d drop by the bar tonight and when she was on her break, show her what it was like to be eaten out by a real man instead of that douche of an ex-boyfriend.

Smiling to myself, I eased my fingers out of her sopping pussy and helped her stand straight.  I couldn’t resist tasting her sweet cream from my index finger.  She made a low noise of surprise when I sucked on my finger and then held my hand in front of her mouth.

“Your turn.”

“What?  No, I can’t…mmf.”

I had pressed my second and third finger into her mouth.  “Lick them clean, Princess.”

She licked and sucked at my fingers, and each pull of her mouth sent an arrow of need straight to my dick.

“You taste good, sweetheart,” I said as I pulled my fingers out of her mouth.

She licked her lips.  “Jack, I don’t… I mean, I can’t believe that I…”

I hopped off the desk and adjusted my dick, trying not to grimace at the pressure. 

“I can touch you or, um, suck you,” she offered hesitantly.

I shook my head and reached behind me on the desk to grab her paperwork and keys.  When I turned around she had her bra back on her tits and was buttoning her shirt.  “Here.”

She took the keys and stared blankly at them for a moment. 

“Go on,” I said.  “You’re gonna be late for work if you don’t move your ass.”

“Jack…”

I stood and pulled her into my arms before kissing her on the mouth.  “Go to work, Lily.”

“Okay, um, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

She left my office and I waited until I heard her car driving away before I sat down in my chair and rubbed at my dick through my jeans.  I was tempted to stroke one out, but I forced myself to stop.  I wanted to cum in my woman, not in my hand.

A smile crossed my face as I stared at the door.  Lily Carson was mine.  She might not know it yet, but after watching her cum, after tasting her sweetness, she was mine.  Tonight, I would fuck her and make her cum over and over until she was begging me for mercy.

The Ice Queen belonged to me.

Chapter Four

Lily

“Jesus, Ice Queen, if you drop one more drink tonight, I swear I’ll fucking fire you.”

I gave Dale an apologetic look as I finished wiping up the drink I’d spilled.  “Sorry, Dale.  I’ll be more careful.”

“Damn fucking right you will.  Take the trash out.”

“I was just going on my break,” I said. 

He glared at me, but I refused to back down.  I was hungry, my feet hurt, and I had a terrible headache.  The music was blaring in the bar and every thump of the bass reverberated through my skull.  I wanted to go sit in my car in the blessed silence for half an hour and not think about how hungry I was, or the way I had whored myself out earlier to my mechanic.

Did you really whore yourself out?  I mean, you didn’t even touch him.  All you had to do was let him make you come, remember?

I rubbed my aching temples as Dale curled his lip at me.  “Fine, go on your fucking break.  But you’re taking the garbage out as soon as you’re back, and you’re on bathroom duty the rest of the night.”

“I was on bathroom duty last night,” I protested.  “It’s Judy’s turn.”

“Shut the fuck up, Ice Queen, or I’ll fire your ass,” Dale said.

I shut my mouth with a snap.  I walked across the bar, ignoring the way the men stared at my tits and my ass.  Our little town had three bars and I worked at the grossest, dirtiest one.  It wasn’t my first choice, but I had no work experience and most of the retail stores in this town were owned by women who hated either me or my mother. 

I pulled self-consciously at the ass of my jean shorts as I walked toward the entrance.  The shorts were too small even with the weight I’d lost, and half of my ass cheeks hung out the bottom of them.  The black tank top I wore with the words “Dale’s Bar” written across the front, clung to my breasts.  At first, I’d worn a bra under it but when I saw how many tips the other girls got when they went braless, I’d swallowed my pride and ditched the bra.

Not that it actually helped that much but every penny counted at this point.  Some of the men would tip me a few dollars here or there, but most of them just liked watching the former rich girl let her tits and ass hang out in a desperate attempt for tips.

Your fault.  You shouldn’t have been such a bitch to everyone.

No, I really shouldn’t have been.  I had learned my lesson and I wished desperately that I could move to a new town and have a fresh start.  I would be sweet and kind to everyone.  I’d have friends who didn’t abandon me when I couldn’t buy the latest fashions or take trips to Europe on the spur of the moment.  I’d have a boyfriend who didn’t tell the entire town how terrible I was in bed.

I flinched and jerked away when a heavy hand slapped me on the ass.  The man sitting at the table laughed uproariously to his friends.  “The Ice Queen’s ass is cold as ice, boys.”

I ignored their rude comments and kept walking.  I left the bar and shivered in the cold night air as goosebumps rose on my skin.  Rubbing my temples, I walked as briskly as I could in the stupidly high heels that Dale made us wear and pulled my car key from the tiny front pocket.  I unlocked my car, climbed in and slammed the door shut before locking it.  I was starving but I didn’t get paid until the day after tomorrow and I had exactly zero food in my dumpy trailer.  I’d made fifteen bucks in tips so far, but I needed to add it to my furnace fund.  The furnace had stopped working, and my landlord wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about fixing it no matter how many times I called and begged.  I’d finally decided to just get it fixed myself but even just having someone come out to look at it was expensive.  I had no choice though.  It was dropping below freezing at night, and it didn’t seem to matter how many blankets I piled on my bed, I was never really warm anymore.

I wanted to cry but instead I rubbed at the skin under my eyes and tried to think past the headache.  I needed to find a second job.

Maybe you could do prostitution as a second job?

My survival inner voice had been replaced by my usual inner voice.  I wished she had stayed away.  She was a judgmental bitch and I was already feeling horrified by what I had done earlier.

Leave me alone, I thought wearily.

I’m just saying.  You seemed to enjoy it so much with that dirty mechanic, why not see if you can make a little money from it.  Get your furnace fixed, maybe get some food in your belly.

I tuned out the bitchiness.  I didn’t want to think about having sex with men to avoid freezing to death.  Besides, just because I’d finally had an orgasm with a man, didn’t mean it would always happen now.  Jack Williams might have made me come, but there was a huge difference between letting a man stick his fingers in my pussy and fucking them for money.

I had zero sex skills, something that Isaac had reminded me of every single time we had sex, and I couldn’t make money from something I sucked at.

All you have to do is lie there and spread your legs.

Survival inner voice was back, and she sounded annoyed.  She had a point but Jesus, going from the richest family in town, to letting the local mechanic finger me to get out of paying a bill, was a hard pill to swallow. 

The knock on my window scared the hell out of me.  I screeched like a banshee and grabbed at my chest.  The neon lights from the bar made it easy to see who it was.  I stared at him like an idiot until he said, “Unlock the door, Princess.”

Moving in a daze, I unlocked my door and Jack opened it and bent down.  “What are you doing out here?”

“I’m on my break.”

“Good timing,” he said.  “Come with me.”

He took my hand and pulled me out of the car.  I stumbled in my heels and he caught me with a heavy arm around my waist.  I didn’t object when he palmed my ass and squeezed it.  “Fuck, these shorts are too small.  Everyone can see your fucking ass.”

I shrugged.  “Part of the uniform.”

I was shivering, and he scowled.  “C’mon.”

“Where are we going?”

“My truck.”

I followed him to his truck.  My head still hurt and when Jack opened the passenger door of his truck, we both clearly heard my stomach growl loudly.  I pressed my hand against my abdomen.  “Uh, sorry.”

He boosted me into the truck.  “Move to the middle.”

I slid over on the bench seat and he climbed in behind me and sat on the passenger seat before slamming the door shut.  I started to slide toward the driver’s side and he made a low sound of disapproval.  His arm was around my waist again and he pulled me back against him.  I twitched when he cupped my breast.

“Where the fuck is your bra?”

He sounded pissed off and I gave him a quick glance.  “I make better tips if I don’t wear one.”

“I don’t care,” he said.  “Wear your fucking bra when you’re in that shithole.”

I pushed his hand off my breast.  “What do you care if I wear a bra at work or not?”

“Because I don’t want any of those assholes seeing your nipples,” he said.  This time he stuck his hand down my top and cupped my naked breast.  His big hand was warm and rough, and my back arched when he pulled on my already hard nipple.  “They’re for me and only me.”

“Since when?”  I said.

He pinched my nipple.  “Since now.”

He pulled his hand out of my top – fuck, was that disappointment I was feeling? – and leaned down to pick up something from the floor of the truck.  It was a lunch bag and he opened it and pulled out a plastic container.

“Eat.”

I blinked at him.  “What?”

“Eat this.  It’s soup.”

He took the lid off and my stomach growled again as the smell of beef drifted to me.  Oh God, I couldn’t even remember the last time I had meat.  A spoon was placed in my hand and I ate eagerly.  It was beef barley soup and I think I was making small moans of happiness as I ate, but I wasn’t entirely sure.  I was overwhelmed by how fucking good it tasted.

I ate the entire container of soup in record time.  When I was done, Jack handed me an apple.  I ate it just as quickly and then drank the bottle of water he gave me.  By the time I was finished, my headache was already starting to fade and the ache in my stomach was gone.

“That was so good.  Thank you,” I said.

“You’re welcome.  How long is your break?”

“I have another fifteen minutes.  Are you going to eat?”

“Yes.”

I looked on the floor of his truck for a second container.  “I don’t see your soup.”

For some reason that made him grin.

“What’s so funny?”

“I’m not eating soup.”

I stared blankly at him.  I felt like I was missing something but didn’t have a clue what it was.  “You don’t like soup?”

This time he laughed, and I could feel a blush crossing my cheeks.  “Why is that funny?”

“Because the only thing I’m gonna eat in this truck is your little pussy, Princess.”

He cupped my head and kissed me.  His tongue immediately pushed at my mouth and I parted my lips and let him in.  He groaned his approval and I arched into his hand when he cupped my breast and squeezed it. 

I tried to stop him when he tugged the front of my tank top down, freeing my tits to his hot gaze.  He tucked the material under them and pushed my hands away.  “Stop, Princess.  I want to see the tits that belong to me.”

“They don’t belong to you.”  I glanced nervously out the windshield.  He had parked at the far end of the parking lot but that didn’t mean people couldn’t just come walking by and see me with my boobs out.

“They do,” he said.  He cupped my breasts, lifted them and squeezed them before bending his head and sucking on my nipples.  Like before in his office, lust immediately flooded my body.  Oh my God, how the hell did he know exactly what to do?  Exactly the way to make me feel nearly crazy with need.

His hand was already unbuttoning my jean shorts and I tried to bat it away.  “We can’t do this right here.”

“Yes, we can.” 

“No, we can’t,” I argued.  I have to be at work in twelve minutes and anyone could walk by and see us.”

“Let them.  Then they’ll know who you belong to when they see me eating your pussy,” he said as he pushed me onto my back on the truck seat.  He held me down with one hand on my flat stomach and yanked my jean shorts and my thong down with his other hand.

I squealed and kicked and tried to grab my shorts as he pulled them down my legs.  He growled and grabbed my wrists with one big hand before wedging his big body between my legs.  My shorts and thong dangled from one ankle, my tank top was still shoved under my breasts and I was trapped and completely helpless.

“Jack!  You can’t do this right here!  There are people in the… oh my fucking God!”

Jack had slid his hands under my ass and lifted me up before burying his face in my pussy.  His hot tongue licked my slit before he nibbled on the lips of my pussy.  I stopped fighting and spread my legs as wide as I could in the cramped quarters of the truck. 

He raised his head and grinned at me.  “That’s my good girl.  You like having me lick your pussy, Princess?”

“Yes,” I moaned.  “Please, I want more.”

He grinned and kissed the patch of curls at the top of my pussy.  “Now normally I would take my time, make you beg me to cum, but since we’re on a time limit, I’m just gonna suck on your clit until you’re cumming and screaming my name.  How does that sound?”

“It sounds good,” I panted.  “Really good.”

He laughed and buried his face back in my pussy.  He gave my slit another couple of licks and explored my wet hole for a few seconds before doing what he promised.  His lips wrapped around my clit and he sucked hard, flicking it with his tongue as he sucked.

Shamefully, it took less than two minutes for me to scream his name and climax all over his face.  My body shook as pleasure roared through me, making my skin tingle and my nipples stand out in hard little points.  He licked my pussy lips, cleaning away my cream as he reached up and played with my tits, rolling my rock-hard nipples between his thumb and his finger.

When he sat up, I continued to sprawl on the seat of the truck, my tits and pussy out for anyone to see.  He wiped his face off with the inside of his shirt and rubbed the inside of my thigh as he stared at my pussy.  “Princess, your little pussy tastes so sweet.  I’m gonna eat you out every fucking day.”

I was in an orgasm-induced stupor, so I just stared at him as he hooked my shorts and thong around my other foot and then pulled them up my legs.

“Hips up, Princess.”

I tried to raise my hips.   My legs were still shaking, and he laughed and leaned over to kiss my flat stomach.  “You cum so hard, baby.  You’re making up for all the other times you couldn’t, huh?”

“I – I guess,” I whispered.

He dragged my shorts and panties up around my ass and did them up for me.  “Sit up.  You’ve got four minutes before your break is up.”

I sat up and he squeezed my breasts and licked and sucked my nipples until they were hard again.  He pulled my tank top up and studied the way my nipples poked against the cotton material.

“See that, Princess?  That’s why you need to wear a bra to work.”  He pinched my nipples through the material, making them stand out even more.  “I don’t want anyone seeing how hard your nipples get.”

“Then stop pinching them,” I mumbled.

He laughed and yanked my tank top down before sucking and licking at my nipples again.  It was starting to make me hot again and I clutched at his dark head as I arched my back.

“Uh-uh,” he said before pulling away and straightening my shirt again.  “You need to get back to work, Princess.”

“Right, work,” I said.  “Uh, thank you again.”

“You’re welcome.”

As he opened the door to the truck, the cold air brought me back to my senses a little.  “Wait.  You didn’t – I mean, I’ve come twice now, and you haven’t…”

He gave me a dirty little grin that sent fresh wetness to my panties.  “Don’t you worry about that, Princess.  Before the night is over, my dick is going to be balls-deep in that tight little pussy of yours.”

Chapter Five

Jack

For the next four hours, I sat like a love-struck idiot in that shithole of a bar and watched Lily work.  She was a terrible waitress.  I lost count of how many times she nearly dropped a drink, and she had to write every damn drink order down on a little notebook.  Dale and the other waitresses treated her like shit.  The fourth time that little bitch Judy deliberately ran into her, I waited until she was scurrying past me before calling her name.  She stopped immediately and leaned down until her tits were practically in my face.

“Hey, Jack,” she purred.  “It’s good to see you, sexy.  You don’t usually come by the bar.”

“Because it’s a shithole,” I said.

She laughed.  “It sure is.  You’re in the Ice Queen’s section, but she can’t waitress worth shit.  Why don’t you let me get you a drink?  What do you want?”

I crooked my finger at her and she leaned down even closer before smiling at me.  She smelled like cheap perfume and desperation and she had something black stuck in her yellow teeth.

“I want you to leave Lily Carson the fuck alone,” I said. “I see you being nasty to her or knock into her to deliberately try and make her spill a drink one more time, and I’ll tell Dale how you’re skimming off the till.”

Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open.  It had been a guess on my part that she was stealing from Dale, but apparently it was a good fucking guess.

“You asshole,” she muttered.

“That’s right, I am.  You gonna leave Lily alone or not?”

“What the fuck do you care about the Ice Queen?”

“Her name is Lily, not Ice Queen, and it’s none of your fucking business.  You gonna be nicer to her, or do I need to have a long chat with your fucking boss?’

“Fuck you, Jack.  You’ve always been a dickhead, you know that?”  She straightened and glared down at me.

“Yeah, I know.  Play nice with your coworkers, Judy, or I’ll get your ass fired.  Oh, and you got shit in your teeth.  You might want to floss.”

She flipped me the bird and I grinned at her like the prick I am.  She stomped away toward the bar, but I noticed she gave Lily a wide berth as she passed her.  I took a drink of beer and held my temper when some guy in a fucking cowboy hat and a leather vest, slapped Lily’s ass when she stopped at his table with a tray of drinks.  She jumped like a startled deer, nearly sending the tray of drinks crashing to the floor, and the asshole cowboy said something to her that made his friends laugh like idiotic loons. 

Lily flushed bright red and shook her head before setting the drinks down in front of them.  They paid her, and I watched as the cowboy held out a bill.  Fucking cheapskate was giving her a goddamn dollar tip.  My anger was rising, and I clenched my hand around my glass when the cowboy deliberately dropped the dollar as Lily reached for it. 

Even from here I could see the flash of anger cross her face.  My small grin disappeared when she bent anyway to pick up the dollar from the floor.  When the cowboy grabbed a handful of her ass, I was on my feet and crossing toward them.

She had already straightened and knocked his hand away by the time I got there.  She took one look at my face before grabbing my arm.  “Jack, don’t.”

“Don’t what?  Don’t bash this fucking asshole’s face in for touching what’s mine?”  I said in a low voice.

“He’s drunk and being stupid.”  She held onto my arm in a death grip as I stepped closer to the table.

“I’ve sat here all night and watched you manhandle my woman.”  I leaned over and rested my big hands on the table.  The cowboy gave his friends a quick look before grimacing nervously.

“I didn’t know she was yours, man.”

“Well, she is.  If you fucking touch her again, I’ll break every bone in your hand until you’re screaming like the fucking little cunt you are.  You got me?”

“Yeah, I got you,” he said. 

I wanted to roll my eyes at how quickly he was showing me his belly.  Instead, I said, “Give her a proper tip.”

“What?”

“Jack, it’s fine.”  Lily tugged on my arm.  “Go back to your table and I’ll -”

“Hush, Lily,” I said.  “This asshole has been groping you all night and giving you dollar tips.  I think he needs to show his appreciation for your hard work, and I think he fucking agrees with me.  Isn’t that right, asshole?”

“Yeah,” he said.  He pulled a five from his wallet and I shook my head. 

“Try again.”

He reached for a ten and I bared my teeth at him.  “Try. Again. Asshole.”

He pulled a twenty from his wallet and handed it to Lily.  “Uh, here you go.  Thank you.”

“Take it, Lily,” I said when she just stared at the bill.

She took the bill and shoved it into her apron.  I straightened and smiled at the cowboy.  “Smart move, dickhead.  You gonna touch my woman again?”

“No, Sir,” he said.

I gave him one final hard look before returning to my seat.  Lily followed me and stood next to my table.  I cupped her firm thigh and squeezed it.

“Jack, what are you doing?”

“Keeping those dickheads from touching you while I wait for you to get off work.”

“Why are you waiting for me?”

“I think we discussed why during your break, Princess.”

Her face turned red again and I grinned wickedly at her.  “Go back to work, sweetheart.  I’ll be here when you’re done.”

* * *

The minute I walked into Lily’s trailer, I knew why she’d spent a good ten minutes after her shift arguing with me about coming here.  The place was even worse on the inside.  Oh, she had tried to make it homey – there was a brightly-coloured blanket thrown across the back of the lumpy couch, a vase of fake flowers sat on the gouged and worn coffee table and there was a picture of her with her parents sitting beside it.  It was clean enough, but the fucking thing was falling down around her ears and it was freezing inside.  I turned and studied the hole in the window next to the door.  She had patched it with a piece of wood and a shitload of duct tape, but a kid could have knocked the wood out with minimal effort.

“What the hell happened here?”  I pointed at the wood-covered hole.

“Uh, that was there when I moved in.  I think the previous renter forgot his key and broke the glass so he could unlock the door from the outside.”

“You need to get it fixed.”

“I know.”

“Call your fucking landlord.  This shit isn’t your responsibility.”

“I’ll get it taken care of.”

“Oh yeah?  How long you lived here now?”

She pressed her lips together, her slender body shivering in the cold.

“How long, Princess?”

“A while.”

“You need to get your shit together.  I know you’re used to having your daddy around to clean up your messes, but he can’t do much from prison.”

Her face paled and I could see her blinking back tears.  I immediately felt like a piece of shit.

Hell, I was a piece of shit. 

It’d been a real dick move to bring up her old man but Jesus, anyone could break into her goddamn trailer and rob her or rape her.  My stomach clenched, and I pulled her into my arms.  She tried to pull away and I kissed her forehead.

“Sorry, Princess.”

She blinked at me in surprise.  I was surprised myself.  When the fuck did I start apologizing for stupid shit I said?  I made it a policy not to apologize, otherwise I’d spend my whole goddamn day doing it.

“I’m being a dick, but it’s dangerous to have that hole there.  Anyone can break in.”

“I know,” she said.

“So then call the landlord.”

“My landlord is Allie Dickerson.”

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah.”  She stood stiff in the circle of my arms.  Lily had tormented Allie Dickerson in high school.  She’d been from the wrong side of the tracks, and Lily and her bitch friends had made her life miserable.

“Why are you living here?  Allie hates you.”

“It’s the only thing I can afford.  Well, there were a few other places, but they refused to rent to me.”

Her voice didn’t break, and she didn’t sound sorry for herself.  More resigned.  She even gave me a small smile.  “It was actually really nice of Allie to rent me this place.  The way I treated her in high school, she should have just spit in my face and told me to eat shit and die.”

“You have to grovel for it?”

She shrugged.  “Yes, but I deserve it.  I’ve spent most of my life being a terrible person.”

“You weren’t terrible, just…”

She laughed.  “Terrible really is the most fitting description.  But I think I’ve learned my lesson.  I hope I have anyway.”  She fell silent for a moment.  “I apologized to Allie for the way I treated her, and she agreed to rent me this place.  But the apology didn’t cover repairs to broken windows or furnaces, apparently.  I call her once a week or so, to grovel again and ask if she’ll get the furnace fixed and the window replaced.  She says no problem and then I don’t hear from her until I call again.”

I swore under my breath.  “How long you been without heat?”

“A couple months.”

“It’s just gonna get colder.”

“I know.  I’m sure Allie will fix it before then and if not, I’m saving up my tips to get it fixed myself.”

I let her go and she followed me into the kitchen.  “Hey, what are you doing?”

I had opened the cupboard closest to me.  “You got any fucking food?”

She didn’t reply, and I opened another cupboard.  It was just as bare as the first.  My anger growing, I opened all the cupboards.  The last one had a few cans of cat food and I gave her a look of disbelief.  “Holy fuck, are you kidding me?  You’re eating cat food?”

“What?  Of course not.  I just…”

“You just what?”

There was a loud meow and a cat wandered into the kitchen.  He was an orange tabby with bright green eyes and scarred ears from fighting.

“You got a cat?”

She bent and stroked the cat’s fur when he rubbed up against her leg.  “He was a stray.  He was hungry and cold, so I let him in and he just never left.”

I rolled my eyes.  “You can’t afford to feed yourself, but you’ll spend your money on a damn cat?”

“He’s my friend,” she said defensively.  “I – I don’t have many friends.”

No, I supposed she didn’t.

“Get changed and let’s go.”

She blinked at me.  “What?”

“Put on some warmer clothes and let’s go.”  I gave her an impatient look.

“Go where?”

“Back to my place.”

“What?  No, I can’t go to your house.”

“Why not?  It’s not much, but it’s a hell of a lot better than this shithole.”

She looked around the trailer.  “I – I can’t leave Greg.”

Jealousy flooded through me.  “Who the fuck is Greg?”

She glanced at the cat and I burst out laughing.  “You named him Greg?”

“He looked like a Greg to me.  Anyway, I don’t want to leave him alone.  It’s cold and he’ll be lonely without me.”

I decided if I told her that I was planning on never letting her stay another night in this dump, she’d freak the fuck out.  Instead, I said, “Fine.  Change your clothes, grab the damn cat and let’s go.”

“Jack, I really shouldn’t -”

“This is not a choice, Lily.  Now hurry up.  It’s late, I’m tired, and I’m freezing my nutsack off.”

Chapter Six

Lily

Jack’s house was nice.  Cleaner than I expected for a man who lived on his own.  Warm too – thank God.  I hated imposing on him, but I was very grateful for a warm place to spend the night.

He never said it was for the night.  He brought you here because he’s going to fuck you and then he’ll kick you out.  He wants you for one thing and one thing only.

Yeah, I knew that.  It’s why I had insisted on driving my car to Jack’s place when he tried to make me drive with him.  I didn’t have enough money for a cab, and I didn’t relish the idea of walking home and carrying Greg in the dark and the cold.  I had thrown my toothbrush in my purse though.  It was already almost two in the morning.  I figured maybe if I really drew out the sex, Jack might take pity on me and let me stay until he went to work.  It would be nice to sleep somewhere warm for a change.

Nice.  So now you’re fucking men for a warm place to sleep?

I didn’t even feel ashamed.  The soup Jack had brought me meant I wasn’t hungry for the first time in a while.  If he let me sleep over in his toasty-warm house, it’d be the best night I’d had in months.

Don’t forget you’re getting sex tonight.  I bet he’s really good at fucking.  He made you come twice.  Twice!  Did you even believe that was possible?  How big do you think his dick is?  Really big, right?

“You okay?”

“Yes, why?”  I asked.

“You’re red.”

I bet I was.  Just thinking about having sex with Jack was making me hot.  Apparently prostituting myself out for a warm place to sleep didn’t affect my libido when it came to sex with my mechanic.

“You hungry or thirsty?”

I shook my head and watched as Greg finished eating the cat food I brought with us.  He rubbed up against Jack’s leg and Jack leaned down and petted his blocky head.  “He gonna shit all over my house or use the litter box you brought?”

“He’ll use the litter box.”

“Good.  C’mon, time for bed.”

An almost painful cramp of pleasure went through my belly.  I took Jack’s hand and followed him up the stairs to the bedroom.  I was feeling nervous and jittery as we entered the bedroom.  “So, uh, this was your dad’s house?”

“Yeah.  He left it to me in the will.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

He shrugged.  “He was a drunk who didn’t give a shit about me.  After ma died, he just gave up.”

“How old were you when your mom died?”

“Seventeen.  She had cancer in her liver.”

Now there was sorrow in his eyes and I reached up and touched his jaw. “I’m very sorry.”

He didn’t shake off my touch like I thought he would.  “It was a long time ago.”

We stood in awkward silence and I searched for something else to say.  “Your room is nice.”

He snorted laughter.  “Yeah, it’s real nice.”

“It is.”  I wasn’t lying to him.  It was big with a queen-sized bed and a master bathroom off it.  There was a dresser against the far wall and a chair in the corner of the room.  Again, pretty tidy for a bachelor.  With a little imagination, it could be a great room.

“You just need to do a bit of decorating.  You could paint the walls blue – that’s a good shade for a bedroom – and add some crown molding.  The hardwood is in great shape and you could add a rug under the bed for warmth and some artwork to the walls.  The room has a lot of potential.”

He laughed again.  “You like decorating and shit like that?”

“I do,” I said.  “I know everyone in town thinks I didn’t go to university after high school because I was just a spoiled little rich girl, but it isn’t true.  I just wasn’t sure what I wanted to do yet.  After a couple of years of trying to figure it out, my dad suggested I try interior design.  I was always redecorating my room.  He said I was good at it and I enjoyed it.  He was right, I do enjoy it, but I just hadn’t figured that out on my own yet.  I decided to apply for an interior design school in New York.  I got in but then my dad… well, you know.”

He nodded, and I was surprised to see the sympathy in his eyes.  Most people in this town figured me and my family got exactly what we deserved, and I couldn’t really argue with them.  There were some sympathetic people, but I hadn’t expected Jack Williams to be one of them.

“Anyway, I didn’t have the money to go to the school after that, so I had to withdraw.”

“You and your mom really didn’t have any money of your own?”

His question tore open a painful wound that I thought had finally healed.  I didn’t want to talk about my mother’s abandoment.  It would make him feel even more sorry for me, and for some reason I didn’t want that from Jack.  I didn’t need his sympathy.  I was doing just fine on my own.

Bullshit.  You’re barely getting by.  You’re one minor crisis from being homeless.  You’re having sex with Jack for a warm place to sleep.

I ignored my inner voice and forced myself to smile at him.  “Hey, am I here to talk or to fuck?”

I cringed at how crude I was being, but hell, Jack probably didn’t care.  He was crude and rough and…

Surprisingly sweet.

He pulled me into his embrace and rubbed my lower back.  “Tell me, Princess.”

“I don’t want to.”

“I know.  Tell me anyway.”

I sighed and stared over his shoulder at a spot on the wall.  “My mother has some money – quite a lot of money actually – that they couldn’t take from us.  I don’t know the specifics of why we got to keep it, but Dad called it our nest egg.  I think he knew that someday he might get caught and so he made arrangements for us.  Anyway, we lived off of it for a while but then she met Barry and he was rich.”

“How’d she meet him?”

“Online.  They got married and she moved to San Diego to be with him.”

“Why didn’t you go with them?”

“Mom didn’t want me around.  Barry is, uh, quite a bit younger than her.  She said if I was around, it would be a constant reminder to him of how much older she is than him.”

“If your dad left you money, why the fuck are you living like this?”

“It’s in my mom’s name.  She wants to keep the nest egg in case things don’t work out with Barry.”

He forced me to look at him.  “Does she know you live like this?”

I pressed my lips together, feeling a weird shame.  “She knows.”

“That selfish cunt,” Jack said.

“I never had a close relationship with her.  She didn’t really want kids, she only had me because my dad wanted a kid.”

“She’s still your fucking mother.”

“I was an adult when my father went to prison.  Technically, I wasn’t her responsibility anymore.”

“Your old man know she did this to you?”

“No, and it’s going to stay that way.  He worships my mother, it was hard enough on him when she divorced him and married Barry.  He doesn’t need to know about this.”

“How often do you see him?”  He was still cupping my face and I couldn’t look away from his dark eyes.

“I haven’t seen him.  He doesn’t want me to visit him in prison, doesn’t want me to see him that way.  Even if he did, it’s not like I could afford to fly to California to see him.  And I’m certainly not gonna try driving it with my shitheap of a car.  I talk to him every couple of weeks and send him care packages.”

“You send him care packages.”  He shook his head again.  “You’re fucking starving, and you send your dad care packages, and feed a goddamn stray cat.”

For some reason, another surge of shame went through me.  “Dad has it worse than me.”

“No, he doesn’t,” Jack said.  “From what I’ve heard, he’s in a white-collar prison.  He probably plays fucking golf every Tuesday.  He has a warm place to sleep and three meals a day.  Do you have that?”

I tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let me go.  “My life isn’t that bad.”

Not that bad?  You offered to blow the man standing in front of you for car repairs, remember?

“It’s not that good,” Jack said.

God, I hated the way he was looking at me.  It threw a bucket of cold water on my need for him and I squirmed out of his grip.  “I have to go.”

“Why?”  He took my hand and pulled me close again.

“Because I’m not here for your pity,” I snapped at him.

“Why are you here?”

“You know why.”

“Say it, Princess.”

I sighed angrily.  “You want the truth?  I’m here because I’m hoping after you fuck me, you’ll let me stay the goddamn night.  It’ll be nice to have a warm place to sleep where I don’t have to wake up at every little sound because I’m afraid someone is breaking in to rape me.”

He squeezed my hand and I gave him a warning look.  “Don’t.  Don’t feel sorry for me or look at me like I’m a destitute loser.  I’m not!  Forget what I just said.  I’m doing fine on my own and I don’t need your help or anyone else’s in this stupid fucking town!”

I tried to yank away from him and pounded him on the back when he pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly. 

“Don’t feel sorry for me,” I shouted.

“I don’t.”

“You do, and I don’t want that.  Please, I just want to go back home.”

“I can’t let you go back there, Princess.  It isn’t safe.”

I wanted to argue but I didn’t have the energy.  I was angry and confused and weirdly horny again.

“I don’t want to talk anymore.  Are we going to have sex or not?”  I asked.

“We are.”  Jack’s low voice rumbled in my ear as his big hands rubbed my back.  “But not because I feel sorry for you.  Just the opposite.  I want to fuck you because you’re strong and brave and tough as fucking nails.  I want you, Lily.”

I shivered all over when he said my name.  He pressed his growing erection against me and I wanted to rub against him like a cat. 

“Do you want to fuck me?”  He asked.

“You know I do,” I whispered.

“Yeah, I do.”  His voice was smug.

I leaned back and scowled at him.  He laughed and kissed the tip of my nose.  “C’mon, Ice Queen, let’s fuck.”

I bit my bottom lip.  I didn’t know how I could have forgotten that I was bad in bed, but the nickname did a fine job of reminding me.  Suddenly self-conscious, I said, “Jack, listen, I…”

Shit.  How did one tell a potential new sex partner that they sucked in bed?  I didn’t want to tell him, but it’s not like he wasn’t going to find out.  He should have the chance to back out if he wanted.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m called the Ice Queen for a reason,” I said. 

“I’ve heard the rumours.”

“They’re not rumours.”  My face was turning beet red, but I continued on lamely.  “I’m…well, I’m terrible at sex.  I’m, uh, too stiff and uptight.  I can’t come during sex.”

He studied me silently and I chewed at my bottom lip.  “If you’ve changed your mind, I get it, but would it be okay if I crashed on your couch tonight?  It’s late and I’m tired.”

He released the clip that held my hair up and then wound his fingers through the strands, holding me still.  “Princess, you’ve already cum on my fingers and my face.  I fully intend on getting this hat trick.  You’re gonna cum all over my cock tonight, I promise.”

Chapter Seven

Jack

I almost laughed at the look on Lily’s face.  I pushed down the urge and pulled her even closer until every inch of her body was pressed against mine.  “You don’t suck in bed, Lily.”

“I do,” she said.  “Just because you made me come twice, doesn’t mean I’m good in bed, okay?  I don’t know how to move properly or… look, I want to have sex with you, but I also thought it was only fair to warn you that I’m bad at it.  Now you know.”

This time I did laugh.  “Yeah, now I know.”

She flushed but I wasn’t sure if it was because of embarrassment or because I had slipped my hands into her jeans and was kneading her ass. 

“Stop worrying about it,” I said.  “It’s time to get you naked, Princess.”

I pulled my hands out of her jeans and grabbed the hem of her t-shirt.  “Arms up.”

She raised her arms and I pulled her t-shirt off before making quick work of the rest of her clothing.  When she was naked, I gave her an appreciative look.  “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” she said.  I could tell she wanted to cover her tits with her arms and I cupped both before she could.

“You’ve got the prettiest tits.”  I bent my head and sucked on her right nipple.  She moaned and arched her back and I grinned up at her.  “You like that, Princess?”

“Yes.”

“Good.  Undress me.”

She pulled my t-shirt over my head and added it to the pile of clothing.  She studied my chest and stomach before giving me a shy look.  “You have a really great body.”

“You haven’t even seen the best part yet,” I said.

She rolled her eyes and I laughed and gave her a tap on the ass.  “Keep going.”

She unbuckled my belt – Christ, just the brush of her knuckles against my stomach made my cock twitch – and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans.  She tugged my pants and my underwear down and I grinned again when my cock popped out and the flush rose in her cheeks.  Without speaking, she crouched in front of me and pulled my jeans, socks and underwear off.  I gripped my cock and rubbed it slowly.  When she tried to stand, I placed my other hand on her shoulder.  She stared at my cock and I stroked her soft dark hair. 

“You want a taste, Princess?”

“Yes.”

“You sucked a dick before?”

“A few times.”  She glanced up at me.  “I lied in your office earlier.  I’m not good at it either.”

I smoothed her hair back, the anxiety in her gaze making my gut twist.  “You don’t have to be good at it.  Just enthusiastic.”

That made her smile and I rubbed her cheekbone with my thumb.  “Open up.”

She opened her mouth and I guided my cock past her lips and into her hot, wet mouth.  I groaned and used every fucking last bit of my willpower not to shove my cock down her throat as deep as I could.  I fed her more as she licked tentatively at the head of it.  She made a muffled noise and tried to pull back and I cupped the back of her delicate skull.

“No, Princess.  You can take more.  Just relax.”

She clutched at my thighs but opened her mouth wider.  I petted her hair again before sliding my cock in and out of her mouth.  She sucked hard, her tongue licking and darting against my hot flesh and, fuck, if I wasn’t already close to blowing my load in her mouth. 

The way her lips stretched around my dick, the look of pure hunger on her face as she sucked so eagerly, made me hotter than fucking fire.  I pulled out and groaned again when she leaned forward and licked away the precum beading out of the tip.

“You taste good.”  She sucked on the head again and protested when I pulled my dick out of her mouth.

“Stop.”  My voice was hoarse, and my thighs were shaking.  “No more, Princess.”

She gave me an anxious look as I lifted her to her feet.  “I told you I wasn’t good at it.”

I barked harsh laughter as I pressed my dick against her flat stomach.  “That’s not it.  You make me so hot, I was about to cum in your mouth.”

“Uh, that’s fine.  I don’t mind if you do.”

Holy fuck.  My little Ice Queen was trying to kill me.  I shoved away the image of her pretty little mouth working hard at swallowing every last bit of my jizz.  “Not this time, Princess.  I want to be inside of you when I cum.”

Her alarm was written all over her face.  “You can’t do that.  I’m not on the pill.”

I leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth.  I liked that I could taste myself on her tongue and lips.  I pulled my mouth from hers and stroked her cheekbone again.  “I’ll use a condom.”

“I have one in my purse.”

“I’ve got some here.” 

I wanted to take her bare.  Hell, I would have taken her bare if she hadn’t said anything.  The urge to have nothing between us was almost too strong to resist.  I had no idea if my sudden desire to knock Lily Carson up with my kid was because everyone would know she belonged to me or if my goddamn biological daddy clock was ticking.  Either way, Lily was mine now and I couldn’t wait to see her growing big with my baby.

“What are you doing?”  Lily asked.

I realized I was rubbing my hand back and forth over her belly, as if my kid was already in there, and I snatched my hand back.  “Nothing.  C’mon, Princess, time for you to cum on my cock.”

I fucking loved the way she blushed whenever I said something crude.  It made her satin skin even more irresistible.  I led her to the bed and cupped her breast before kissing her again.  I kissed her until she was moaning into my mouth and rubbing her perfect pussy against me.  I wanted to take my time, wanted to explore every inch of her soft skin with my lips and tongue but I needed her badly.  Next time I’d take it slow, but right now?  Right now, I needed to be deep in her tight pussy before I lost my fucking mind.

“You wet enough to take my cock?”  I licked her bottom lip.

“I – yes, I think so.”

“Think so?  Spread your legs, Princess.  Let’s find out.”  I stroked her lower belly, grinning when she parted her legs immediately.

I cupped her pussy, rubbing my palm against the short patch of dark hair at the top of it as I stroked her swollen clit with my fingers. 

“Oh, oh my God,” she moaned again.

“Pretty wet,” I announced, “but not wet enough to take my dick.  Not yet.”

I pushed her onto her back on the bed and shoved her legs wide open.  I studied her pink pussy, her plump little lips were wet and begging for my tongue and her clit was peeking out from between them. 

“Jack,” she said uncertainly, “what are you doing?”

“Looking at my woman’s pretty pussy,” I said.  “I’ve never had such a pretty one belong to me.”

“It’s not yours,” she said.

“It is.”  My voice was calm and unapologetic.  Before she could argue again, I settled between her legs, buried my face into her hot pussy and went to work.  Immediately, her tiny hands were clutching at my head and she was shoving her snatch into my face so hard, I could barely breathe.  I didn’t mind.  I fucking loved her reaction when I was eating her out.  How the fuck that asshole ex-boyfriend ever thought she was cold, was beyond me. 

I licked and sucked on her sweet-tasting clit until she was about three seconds from cumming.  When I pulled away, wiping my soaking wet face on the sheets, her loud cry of protest nearly deafened me.  I grinned at her.  ‘Not yet, Princess.”

She let loose with a string of curses that would have made a sailor blush.  I laughed and kissed her flat stomach.  “You’re gonna cum on my cock, remember?”

“I can’t,” she practically wailed as I reached into my nightstand and pulled out a condom.  I rolled it on as she sat up and gave me a desperate look.  “Jack, please.  I was so close.”

“I know.”  I relaxed on my back on the bed.  “Climb on, Princess.”

She eyed my large dick with trepidation before straddling me.  I cupped her perfect tits and played with her nipples until she was grinding her pussy against my hard stomach. 

“Oh,” she moaned as she rubbed harder.  “Oh, that’s so good, that’s so… no, Jack!  Stop it!”

I had gripped her hips and forced her to stop moving.  She glared at me and I could see she was itching to smack me.  Her glare turned to a pout.  “I hate you.”

“No, you’re gonna fucking love me as soon as I give you my dick,” I said with another laugh.  “Lift up.”

She braced her hands on my chest and raised her lower body.  I rubbed her pussy for a few seconds before guiding my dick to her hot hole.  As she lowered her pussy down over my dick, we made identical moans of need.  Holy fuck, she was so goddamn tight. 

“It’s too big,” she complained.  She stopped lowering herself over my dick.

“It isn’t.”  I cupped her hips and forced her to take more.

“Oh God.  It is.”

“You’re doing great, sweetheart.  Keep going.”

“Thanks for the pep talk, Coach,” she snapped.

The sarcasm in her voice made me laugh and she gasped before suddenly pushing hard.  Her pussy swallowed my dick like it was made for it.  She gave me a surprised look when she took the final few inches.  “I took it all.”

“Good girl.  Now fuck me.”

She gave me a nervous look before moving her hips up and down.  I groaned, and my fingers dug into her hips as she moved with slow deliberate strokes.  “Is this, I mean, does it feel okay?”

“Princess, it feels fucking amazing.  Move faster.”

She did what I asked and made a little squeak of surprise when I started meeting each of her thrusts.  She was a little awkward at first, but it didn’t take long for us to fall into rhythm.  When she started to pant and moan and toss her head back and forth, I sat up, flipped her onto her back and slid my dick back home into her sweet little pussy.

“It feels so good,” she moaned.  “You’re so thick, it feels… crazy good.”

She hooked her legs around my waist and I leaned down and sucked on her nipples until she was wiggling and squealing under me.  I propped myself up on my hands and stared at her bouncing tits as I pounded into her.  I wasn’t sweet about it.  My woman needed to know what it was like to have a proper fucking.

She clung to me, her hips rising to meet mine.  Our bodies slapped against each other and when I felt her pussy start to flutter around me, I whispered into her ear, “You gonna cum for me now, Princess?”

“Yes!”  She shouted.  “Oh God, oh fuck, oh God, yes!” 

I grinned with satisfaction when she came with a shriek that rattled the goddamn windows.  I thrusted harder and faster.  Her pussy was squeezing around me like a vice and I moaned her name before sliding in deep one last time and cumming hard.  I shook above her, throwing my head back and shouting my own hoarse cry of pleasure as her tight little pussy milked my dick with hard and rhythmic pulses.

When I finally collapsed against her, panting like I’d just run a goddamn marathon, she stroked my back with her soft hands.  I kissed her damp neck and rolled off of her before disposing of the condom.  I pulled the covers over both of us and relaxed on my back.  She curled into me like a tired kitten.  She was undoubtedly exhausted.  She obviously didn’t sleep well at her piece-of-shit trailer.

She yawned and rubbed her hand across my chest.  “I came, and I didn’t even have to touch my clit.  I can’t believe it.”

“You’re welcome.”

She giggled sleepily, and I curved my arm around her, holding her against me.  Her voice thick with sleep, she said, “Should I go now?”

“No.  Go to sleep.”  I rubbed her lower back as she snuggled closer.

“Was I really bad at sex?”

“You were perfect, sweetheart.  Go to sleep now.”

“’Kay.  Night, Jack.”

“Good night.”

Her breathing slowed and deepened within a few minutes.  I stared at the ceiling as I rubbed circles across her back.  Lily didn’t realize it yet, but she wasn’t going anywhere.  She was mine now.  Later today, I’d take her back to her trailer and help her pack up her shit.  She was moving in with me so I could be sure she was safe.

I made a grunt of surprise when the damn cat jumped up on my bed.  I glared at him and made a shooing motion with my free hand.  He ignored me and, purring loudly, stretched out across my legs.  Well, shit.  Guess I had a goddamn cat now too.

Chapter Eight

Lily

I didn’t mean to sleep so long.  But yesterday was a long and profoundly weird day, and my body definitely wasn’t used to three orgasms in less than twenty-four hours.  Feeling safe and protected in Jack’s arms, I’d fallen into a rare dream-free sleep that I didn’t wake from until almost noon.

“Jack?”  I called again as I walked down the stairs.  I was wearing just his shirt and I tugged at the hem.  I was pretty sure he wasn’t here, he had a business to run after all, but I peeked into all the rooms anyway before wandering back upstairs.  Why hadn’t he woken me?  We didn’t know each other that well and most people didn’t leave virtual strangers alone in their house.

I sat on the bed and smiled at the way Greg was curled up on Jack’s pillow.  I rubbed his head and he purred before tucking into himself.  He was enjoying the warm house.

So are you.  It’s warm and you don’t have to worry about someone breaking in.  Not to mention that Jack is actually a pretty good guy.  Plus, he makes you come.  You should stay.

I laughed out loud.  Stay?  I couldn’t just invite myself to live at Jack’s house.  What the hell was wrong with me?  Jack had wanted to fuck me, that much was obvious, but he had and now we’d go back to being strangers.  I wasn’t good enough at sex to keep his interest and besides, I was the laughing stock of the entire town.  Oh, and completely broke and friendless. 

Jack had his own business, friends, and a nice house.  He would never want an actual relationship with me.

He said you belong to him.

No, he said my pussy belonged to him.  Big difference.  He didn’t mean it anyway – he just liked the dirty talk, that was all.  It got him going.

It gets you going too.

Yeah, it did.  I would add it to the list of things I had learned about myself in the last twenty-four hours.

-Will offer my mechanic a blow job for car repairs

-Will let my mechanic finger me in his office

-Will let my mechanic eat me out in his truck

-Will let my mechanic fuck me for a warm place to sleep

-Will enjoy the dirty talk from a certain mechanic with an incredible body and the ability to make me come like a fire hydrant

I couldn’t even deny that I enjoyed not just the dirty talk, but all of it.  I wanted Jack to do those things to me.  In his office yesterday, I’d had my first taste of what it was like to orgasm with a man and now I was suddenly addicted to it.  If I was being honest with myself, I didn’t want to live with Jack for warmth or security.  I wanted to live with him for the orgasms and the chance to see if maybe we could be something more. 

God, I was so fucked up, it wasn’t even funny.

Depression filled me up like water in a balloon.  I should have been dressing and leaving Jack’s house for my shitty trailer.  Instead, I took off his shirt, crawled back into his bed and rested my head next to Greg’s on the pillow.  He purred and stretched, touching my face delicately with his paw before closing his eyes.

I closed my eyes.  I was tired and sad, and it wouldn’t hurt to sleep another few hours.  Jack wouldn’t be home until at least five.  I would leave before he returned but I’d use the next couple of hours to take advantage of his warm house and bed.

* * *

In my dream, Jack was curled up behind me.  His big hand was cupping my breast, pulling gently on my nipple as he kissed my neck.  I lifted my chin, giving him better access to my throat.  His kiss turned into a suck, a bite to show others that I belonged to him.  The thought of belonging to him sent a little spasm of pleasure through my belly.  I ground my ass against his hard cock and reveled in the low groan he made.

This was the best dream ever.

“Open your eyes, Princess.”

I tried to ignore his low voice.  If I opened my eyes, the dream would end.  I didn’t want it to end.  I wanted him to touch me and fuck me and -

“Wake up.”

I grumbled and opened my eyes reluctantly.  I blinked and stared at the wall in front of me.  The afternoon sun shone beams of light across the floor.  God, I wish I could have slept even just a little longer.  It was such a nice dream.

“Do you have any idea how much I like coming home and finding you warm and naked in my bed, Princess?”

I jerked wildly but Jack’s hand on my breast kept me firmly against him. 

Holy shit.  Not a dream.

“Jack?”  My voice was froggy with sleep and I couldn’t stop my moan when Jack flicked my nipple and licked the curve of my throat.

“Wh-what are you doing here?”

“It’s my bed, Princess.”

I flushed and tried to get out of bed.  He made a noise of disapproval and pulled me even closer, his big hand squeezing my breast. 

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t realize I had slept so long.”  My apology sounded super lame even to me.  Jack’s warm hand continued to cup my breast and when his long fingers pinched my nipple, I squealed and arched my back into his touch.

“Jack, please, I have to go.  I have to be at work by seven and -”

“It’s only three, Princess.”  His hand caressed between my breasts before tracing circles on my ribs.

“What?  Did you – why aren’t you at work?”

“I took the day off.  You can do that when you’re the boss.”  His low chuckle made my stomach muscles flutter.  Or maybe it was his hand rubbing just below my belly button that made them flutter.

“Oh.  Okay, well, I should probably, uh, leave now.”

Before I could squirm free, Jack pushed his hand between my thighs and cupped my pussy.  I immediately parted my legs wide, feeling kind of sluttish but not really caring, and he pressed a kiss against my neck.

“I think you need another fucking first.  Don’t you?”

“Yes.” I ground my ass against his cock.  “Yes, I need that.”

He fingered my clit, sending little shockwaves of pleasure up and down my spine. 

“You like that, sweetheart?” 

“So much,” I moaned.  “You’re so good at this.”

“That’s right, I am.  I’m gonna make my little Princess feel so good.  I’m gonna give her a nice, slow fuck.”

“Condom,” I gasped.  “We need a condom.”

He took my hand and shoved it between our bodies to where his cock was pressing against my ass.  “Already taken care of, sweetheart.”

I touched the thin rubber and then he tugged my hand away before resuming the slow exploration of my pussy.  I arched against his hand when he slid two fingers into me.  I clenched around them, unable to hold back my moan of disappointment.  They felt good, but I wanted more.  I wanted his thick cock.

“You need more, sweetheart?”

It was like he was reading my damn mind.  “Yes.  Yes, please.”

He pulled his fingers out of my wet pussy and showed them to me.  “Look how wet you are for me.”

I turned my head and kissed him hard on the mouth.  “You do that to me.”

He kissed me again, this one was slow and thorough and perfect.  I sucked on his tongue and he moaned into my mouth before pulling back.  “Shit, sweetheart, you’re so fucking hot.”

“No, I’m the Ice Queen.”

Why the hell did I say that?  What was wrong with me?

Jack laughed and shook his head.  “Trust me, you’re not.  That dick ex-boyfriend of yours was wrong.  You’re not the Ice Queen, sweetheart, you’re the Fire Goddess.”

I burst into laughter, a little worried that Jack would be offended but completely unable to stop myself.  To my delight, Jack laughed with me before pressing a kiss against my mouth. 

“Did you ever think I’d be such a fucking cheeseball?”

“No,” I giggled, “I really didn’t.”

“Your fault,” he announced. 

I gave him a mock scowl.  “How is it my fault that you’re a – ohhh…. oh my God.”

Jack had slid his hand between my thighs again and given my clit a light pinch.  It felt amazing and I clutched at his thick forearm.  “Do that again.”

“What?  This?”  He pinched my clit again and I squealed and dug my nails into his arm.

“Holy fuck!”

He laughed and rubbed his dick against my ass.  “Language, sweetheart.”

“Again,” I begged.

“Not yet.”

“Jack!”  I smacked his arm in protest and he nipped at my neck before lifting my leg up.  He shifted behind me, I felt his cock brush against my clit, he shifted again and… oh God, there it was.  The head of his cock sunk into my pussy.  I pushed back against him as he lifted my leg a little higher and moved down a bit more to get the right angle.  He pushed, and I looked between my legs, watching in fascination as my pussy took inch after inch of his thick cock.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he breathed into my ear.

“Please,” I moaned.

He gripped my hip with his warm hand and fucked me with slow, deep strokes that made me feel nearly delirious with pleasure.  I didn’t think it was possible, but this was even better than last night.  The position made him go so deep and I could feel every inch of his thick cock sliding in and out.

It wasn’t long before I was squeezing his arm and begging him to move faster.  He ignored me, his fingers moving from my hip to pull almost lazily at my rock-hard nipples.  I pressed back against him, grinding my ass against his pelvis as I pleaded for my release.  I was so close, but I needed harder thrusts.  I needed him to touch my clit.

He kissed the top of my shoulder.  “You’re so fucking hot, Lily.  I love your tits and your hot pussy.  You belong to me.  I’m gonna fuck you every day, eat your sweet pussy, fuck your mouth with my cock and make you swallow my cum.  You’re mine.”

Oh God.  I was about to lose my mind.  His dirty talk, the way he tugged on my nipples, and the feel of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy was driving me insane with need.

I shoved my hand between my thighs but before I could even brush my fingers across my clit, Jack grabbed my arm and tugged my hand away.

“No!”  I tried to pull free, but he nipped my shoulder and thrust harder, sending fresh need through me. 

“Behave, Princess.”

“Please!”

His hand moved to the top of my pussy and rubbed the soft hair.  “Mine.  Say it, sweetheart.”

“Yours!”  I cried.  “Please, Jack!”

“Mine,” he murmured into my ear.  His fingers parted the swollen lips of my pussy and grazed across my clit.

I arched, trying not to scream from that delicate touch alone.  I was on the knife edge of an orgasm and if he didn’t give me what I wanted, what I needed…

Jack’s fingers pinched my clit, pinched and tugged, and this time the scream burst from my throat as my climax rushed through me.  I cried his name, my pussy squeezing around his hard, cock as it drove in and out.  As the pleasure engulfed me, Jack moaned my name and gripped my hip.  His fingers dug into my flesh, but the pain was distant and unimportant as he shouted hoarsely and came deep inside of me.

We stayed locked together until his cock softened and he pulled out of me with a low grunt.  I was panting and sweaty and my hair was sticking to my face.  Jack disposed of the condom before rolling me onto my back and peering down at me. 

“Don’t look at me right now,” I panted.

“Why not?”

“Because I look awful.  I’m sweating and red and -”

“Sweetheart, a woman never looks hotter than just after she cums all over your cock.”

I blushed furiously, and he laughed before lying on his side and propping his head up on his hand.  He traced circles on my abdomen and I grimaced when my stomach growled.

He scowled.  “You eat today?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Well, because this isn’t my home.  I’m not going to just eat food that isn’t mine.”

“It’s your food and your home.”

I pressed my hand against his forehead.  “Do you have a fever?”

He cupped my breast and circled my nipple with his thumb.  “Of course not.  Why?”

“Because you’re delirious and talking nonsense.”

“I’m not.  You already forget what we talked about earlier, Princess?”

“I – we weren’t talking.”  My confusion was obvious.

He laughed and leaned down to press a kiss against my shoulder.  “You’re mine.  Remember?  You said it yourself.”

My stomach made a funny little flip.  “That was just, uh, sex talk.”

“Nope.  You’re mine.  You’re gonna go and have a shower while I make you something to eat and then we’ll drive to your shitty trailer and pack up your stuff.  You’re living with me from now on.”

My mouth dropped open and I stared at him in utter disbelief.  “I – no, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I can’t move in with you.”

“Why not?”  He nuzzled my neck before giving my breast a soft squeeze.

“Because we hardly know each other and -”

“We’ve known each other since high school.”

“Okay, yeah, but we don’t know each other.  Besides, I might be nearly broke now but I’m still not going to fuck some guy just for a better place to live.  I have some pride.”

“You think I want you to move in with me just for the fucking?”

“I – well, yes?”  His look of hurt made me feel bad and a little defensive.  “Look, can you blame me for thinking that?  We’ve done nothing but have sex every time we’re alone.  We’ve barely had a conversation.”

He thought that over before nodding.  “Yeah, fair enough.  I can see why it comes across that way.  It isn’t though.  I want to help you.”

“Why?”

“Jesus, Princess, do I have to spell it out for you?  I like you.”  He scrubbed a hand across his jaw.  “Fuck, I sound like a goddamn school boy.  I like you, I want to date you and I want you to move in with me.  If you move in, we’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other.”

“If it doesn’t work out -”

“It will.”

“You can’t possibly know that.”  I wanted to sound like I thought he was crazy, but I only sounded hopeful. 

“I can, and you know what I think?  I think you know it’ll work.  There’s something between us, Lily.  You can try and deny it all you want, but deep down you know you belong to me.”

I chewed at my bottom lip.  “I won’t give up Greg.”

He rolled his eyes.  “The stupid cat can stay here too.”

“I want to pay rent and -”

“No.  That’s not negotiable,” he said when I tried to argue.

“I’m contributing to groceries,” I said.  “Non-negotiable.”

He laughed.  “Fine.  One other thing – you’re quitting Dale’s Bar.”

“I can’t quit.  No other place will hire me.”

“I got you a new job.”

I stared at him in shock.  “You did what?”

“I need a receptionist out front at the shop.  Been thinking of hiring someone for a while.”

“You’re just saying that,” I said.

“I’m not.  Besides, I’m not letting my woman work at a place where douchebag assholes think it’s fine to grab her ass.”

“Your woman,” I said.  “Is that what I am now?”

He touched my hair.  “Yes.  Is that a problem?”

I studied his handsome face with its unexpected sweetness.  “No, it isn’t.  I’m your woman and you’re my man, Jack Williams.”

A smile broke out on his face.  “I’m your man, Lily Carson.”

* * *

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The Carpenter will be released on April 18, 2018

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The Carpenter

Working Men Series

(Book Two)

Copyright © 2018 Ramona Gray

Madison

“Maddie?  Hey, Maddie!”

I twitched and nearly dropped the tray of empties I was holding.  My boss was giving me an impatient look.  “I need you to take these drinks to table five.”

“Sorry, Ren.”  I dropped the empties in the bin behind the bar and loaded up my tray with the new drinks as Ren disappeared into the kitchen.

“Who were you staring at?”  Liz, her dark pigtails sticking out from the sides of her head like tufts of fur, peered in the direction I was looking.  “Holy shit.  Is that the Ice Queen with Jack Williams?”

I nodded.  “I heard she was living with him now.”

“Since when?”  Liz gave me a look that suggested I was full of bullshit.

“Since last week.”

“No fucking way.  Like, I get why she’d be interested in him – Jack is so fucking hot – but why would he want to screw the Ice Queen?  I heard from Denise who heard from Sonya who heard from Allie, that the Ice Queen was screwing men for rent money.  Stupid little bitch deserves exactly what she gets.  She was such a cow in high school.”

Liz laughed like a donkey and didn’t notice the scowl I gave her.  “You shouldn’t gossip about other people.  Besides, maybe she’s changed.  High school was a long time ago.”

“Whatever,” Liz said.  “All I know is she’s just as poor as the rest of us now and she doesn’t even deserve to suck on Jack’s cock.  Which, between you and me, I heard is the size of a baseball bat.”

“Nobody has a dick that big.  It’s anatomically impossible.  Besides, do you really want a baseball bat stuck up your vagina?”

“If it came attached to Jack Williams, I might.”  Liz unbuttoned another button on her shirt before grabbing her boobs and rearranging them.”

“For fuck’s sake, Liz.  How many times have I asked you not to grab your own damn tits while you’re working?”  Ren said.  He was back behind the bar and he gave us both an irritable look.

Liz just shrugged, grabbed her tray of drinks and walked away.  I smiled apologetically at Ren and headed toward table five.  My boss was actually a pretty great guy.  When my dad died, his life insurance had been used to cover funeral costs and his medical bills.  Luckily, the house was paid for, but I still needed money for schooling costs and day-to-day necessities.

A week after the funeral, Ren had approached me about working weekends and a couple weeknights at the bar.  I had accepted gratefully.  My father hadn’t wanted me to work while I was in school, but I really didn’t have a choice.

As I dropped the drinks at table five, the door to the bar opened and he walked in.  I immediately felt too warm, too aware of the space around my body, as he nodded to me and walked to his usual table.  He sat down, the material of his shirt stretching to accommodate the width of his broad shoulders, and his jeans clinging to his thick thighs.  The dim bar lights glinted off the silver that was starting at his temples. 

I loved that hint of silver against the dark.  Too many times, I had dreamt about what it would be like to run my fingers through that dark hair.  An embarrassing teenage fantasy that I couldn’t seem to control.

I stuffed the tip that table five gave me into my apron pocket and wiped my sweaty palms against my short skirt before walking toward his table.

“Hi Jacob.  How are you tonight?”

“Hi, Maddie.  I’m good.  You?”

“I’m good, really good.  Do you want your usual?”

My voice was too high pitched, too girlish and ridiculous sounding in my ears.  I can’t help it though.  Just being near Jacob made my pulse race and my pussy wet.  It didn’t seem to matter that he was fifteen years my senior.  It didn’t seem to matter that he was my father’s best friend.  It didn’t seem to matter that he would never see me as anything more than the little girl he used to bring cherry popsicles.

I wanted Jacob.  As a little girl, I had loved him.  As a woman, I lusted for him, wanted to see him naked, wanted his hard and heavy body on top of mine.  I wanted him driving me into the mattress over and over again, pinning me down, whispering in my ear that I belong to him.  I wanted him to make me come all over his cock until I was screaming his name.

I realize that I was standing there staring at Jacob like an idiot.  He had pasted a polite smile on his face, but it was obvious he was wondering what the hell I was doing.

“Sorry, did you want your usual?”

“Yes please.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back with it.”

I returned to the bar.  Ren had already placed Jacob’s drink on the bar.  I set it on my tray and returned to Jacob.  I placed it on the table in front of him and he handed me the cash, shaking his head when I tried to give him his change. 

“That’s too much of a tip,” I said.

“It isn’t.”

“Well, thank you.”  I pushed the change in my apron pocket and tried desperately to think of some reason to stay.  “So, uh, how is work going?”

He took a sip of the whiskey.  “Good.  Busy.  Doing a job for Eleanor Rochen right now.”

“Oh yeah?  What are you building”

Jacob owned his own company.  He was a carpenter by trade and he picked up a lot of business in our small town.  Most of his evenings were spent building custom furniture that he sold out of a small warehouse type building on the edge of town.

“A new closet system.  She wanted something that mimicked IKEA’s closet solutions, but with a little more, as she puts it, class.”

I laughed a little too loudly.  Eleanor was one of the richest people in our town.  She was also Jacob’s age, twice divorced, and made no secret of wanting to fuck him.  I knew without a doubt that she had hired Jacob to build her a new closet just as an excuse to get him in her bedroom.  Hell, for all I knew, they were already fucking like bunnies.

Jealousy stampeded through my chest and I wondered if he could see it in my eyes.  I stared at his glass of whiskey instead.  “So, how much longer will you be on that job?”

“Depends on how many times Eleanor changes her mind, I suppose.  Why?”  Jacob took another sip of whiskey.

“I was thinking of finally getting those bookshelves built in dad’s office.”

Little lines appeared between his dark eyebrows.  “You sure that’s how you want to spend your money?”

I just shrugged.  Truthfully, I couldn’t exactly afford built-in bookshelves, but much like Eleanor, I was desperate to have Jacob in my home.  Although, unlike Eleanor, convincing him to join me in my bed would be impossible.  Still, I was willing to go a couple of months eating Ramen noodles, if it meant seeing Jacob on the regular.  God, I was pathetic.

He was studying me closely, his light green eyes roaming over my face until I could feel the blush rising in my cheeks.  Before my dad died, Jacob used to be at our house almost every weekend.  When the cancer had finally ravaged dad to the point where he could no longer do simple household chores, Jacob had stepped in.  He had mowed the lawn, stopped by every Wednesday night to put the trash out, and did any household repairs that needed to be done.

When dad was dying in the hospice, Jacob was there with us nearly every day.  He held dad’s hand, listened quietly as dad talked about the old days, and reassured him that he would take care of me.

After dad died, he’d kept his word, mostly.  He did take care of me.  He still mowed the lawn but he did it when he was certain I wouldn’t be there.  In the nine months since my dad had died, Jacob had become a ghost to me.  The only time I actually saw him now was Friday nights at the bar.  He came in around ten, sat in my section, and drank a glass of whiskey.  He was always gone by eleven.

His abrupt disappearance from my life hurt more than I could ever have imagined.  I tried not to let him see that hurt, try not to pester him like a little kid looking for attention.  He didn’t owe me anything.  He was dad’s best friend not mine, and I wasn’t his responsibility.  I was a grown woman who could take care of herself.  I knew that. 

But I missed him.  I missed his warm laugh, the way little lines appeared around his eyes when he smiled.  I missed everything about him, and asking him to build these bookshelves was just a desperate attempt to be around him again.

Then maybe you shouldn’t have thrown yourself at him the day you buried your father.

My face flamed.  Just remembering that night, remembering the way Jacob had practically dumped me to the floor and ran out of the house, filled me with shame.  It was my fault that he didn’t come around anymore, and I wished desperately that I could go back and change what happened that night.  Revealing my crush on him had been the stupidest thing I’d ever done.

I cleared my throat.  “Well, what do you think?  Any chance I can hire you to build those bookshelves?”

He hesitated.  “I don’t think so.  Sorry, Maddie.  It’s just really busy right now and with Eleanor’s job, I just don’t have the time.”

Disappointment and hurt rushed through me, but I forced myself to smile.  “Sure, I get that.  Thanks anyway.”

I headed back toward the bar, stopping in my tracks when Jacob called my name.  I turned and smiled again at him, knowing that hurt was written all over my face but not able to hide it.

“I’ll do it.”

“What?”

“I’ll build your bookshelves for you.  But it’ll have to be on the weekends.”

“That’s fine.  Weekends work well for me.”  I was almost giddy with excitement.  If Jacob built the bookshelves on the weekend, then I would actually be around while he was doing it.  I was in classes during the week and worked at the bar Friday nights and Saturday nights. 

“I’ll start tomorrow morning.  Say around eight?”

I didn’t finish my shift at the bar until close to two in the morning, and I was never awake before ten on the weekends, but I nodded my head like an eager little puppy.  “That works just fine.  I’ll see you then.”

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