The Fix (Carolina Connections #1) (17 page)

He
laughed again. “Well, I run every morning, and construction work isn’t exactly
sedentary. I also hit the gym a couple times a week.” He shrugged.
He
shrugged.
If I exerted that much energy I would be dead within a week.

His
hands grazed over my taught nipples still encased in my sensible white bra – I
really needed to take Fiona up on her offer to sex up my lingerie. “Now, can we
get back to the fun stuff?” Nate asked and dropped his hands down to my shorts
again.

“Yes,
please.”

After
that we couldn’t get undressed fast enough and although the couch was comfy and
all, that was definitely not where the deed would be done if I had anything to
say about it. As our clothes were coming off I was trying to subtly aim him
toward the bedroom. We fell onto the bed, me in just my panties and him in
black boxer briefs, the rest of our clothes littering a trail from the front
door. I had to take a moment to lift myself up a bit and admire the view. He
was even more amazing than I’d imagined – the perfect proportion of leanness
and muscle. I took in his wide shoulders, sculpted chest and abs, muscled
thighs and just the right amount of hair covering his chest and leading a trail
down to the hardness that waited under his boxer briefs.

It
seemed while I was conducting my perusal he was doing some investigating of his
own and if the heat in his eyes was anything to go by, he liked what he saw.
That gave me just the boost of confidence I needed to go up on my knees and shimmy
my panties down from my hips. I didn’t get far, though, before he flipped me onto
my back and settled himself between my thighs, only the thin material of his
briefs separating our heat.

“I’m
going to spend awhile here if you don’t mind,” he said, pulling one of my
nipples into his mouth. “Go about your business and I’ll let you know when I’m
done.”

I
tried to laugh but it came out as a gasp instead as his teeth nipped at my
peak. He let out a little growl and continued to worship first one breast and
then the other. My hands roamed his shoulders and hair and my breath was coming
out in pants after a few minutes – I needed him to do something, anything, just
more
. “Nate,” I pleaded.

He
seemed to understand and his tongue started a path from my aching breasts to other
aching parts farther south. “I know it’s only been a few weeks but I’ve been dreaming
of this for what feels like forever,” he groaned as he parted my lower lips and
swiped his tongue upward, ending at my clit and sucking it into his mouth.

I
may or may not have had a stroke at that moment. I was no longer in control of
all of my faculties and I started making sounds that no human should ever make.
To say that he was good at this was the biggest understatement ever to be made.
And once his fingers joined his tongue, I was arching and keening and holding
his head in place as if the fate of the world depended on him continuing to
give me head like it was his fucking job. After what seemed like only seconds I
came in a rush of ecstasy and delirium, and I’m pretty sure Fiona could hear my
cries from my house and was raising an ice cream spoon in tribute.

Nate
lifted his head and looked only slightly less satisfied than I imagine I did.

“Oh
my…I mean…oh my…that was…oh my.” Yep, I was a poet.

He
smiled at my orgasm induced dopey-ness and wiped his mouth on the sheet. “I’ll
be right back – gotta get a condom.” And he walked his fine ass to the attached
bathroom.

I
did some internal cheering and dancing (in which I was very graceful) and
rolled over onto my stomach to wait for his return. I whipped my head around
when I felt a sharp pain on my left butt-cheek.

“Ow!
Did you just bite my ass?”

“Yes
I did. And I plan to do it again.” He looked way too smug.

“Oh
my god, what is wrong with you?” I laughed and rubbed my sore butt-cheek.

“You’ve
obviously never seen your ass.”

I
rolled my eyes at him. “Speaking of, you’d better loose those shorts or I’m
going to rip them off of your ass.”

“Oooh,
aggressive. I like it,” he teased.

And
then I lost patience and may have lunged for his junk. I’m not really clear on
how it went exactly, but the important part was that he got naked.

Life Is Good Here in the Batcave

Nate

I
think she may have actually torn my boxer briefs as she was yanking them off of
me. I had evidently awakened some inner vixen in Laney. Not that I was
complaining. Or thinking. At all. She had my cock in her hand and was stroking
me with perfect pressure and rhythm from base to tip, circling the head before
moving back down. I was starting to fear things would be over before they began.

“Baby,
let up a bit. That feels way too good.” I was standing at the side of the bed
and she was lying on her stomach with her ass arched up in the air and her
hands all over me. I couldn’t get enough of the view. Or her taste. I could
have gone down on her for hours with her silky thighs cradling my head, but I
was way too anxious to get inside of her. She was all soft skin and lush curves.

I
pulled her hands from me. “Turn over and scoot up the bed.” I tore the condom
wrapper with my teeth, tossing it over my shoulder. I then rolled the condom on
and settled between her thighs, covering her lips with mine. I knew her taste
was still on my lips and the idea that she could taste herself made me that
much harder. “Is this okay,” I wanted to make sure since the last time we’d
been here she had backed off.

“Yes,”
she whispered and I began to press slowly into her wetness. “Nate,” she
murmured, her eyes closing. “You won’t hurt me. You don’t need to be careful.”

That
was all I needed to hear before instinct took over and I thrust all the way
inside her. She was hot, wet, and fucking tight. I groaned as I pulled almost
all the way out and thrust back in. Her returning groan told me she was feeling
the same ecstasy I was. She started moaning and meeting my thrusts, and then
her legs wrapped around my waist and I was done for. I thrust away like my life
depended on it, our skin slapping together and our sweat mingling on our
bodies. I brought my mouth back to hers in a frantic kiss.

She
cried out her release against my mouth and I followed her a moment later. I
couldn’t comprehend this experience – it was like no other I’d ever had. I
wanted to hold her and fuck her and keep her in my bed for an eternity. In
essence, I think I was screwed.

***

“So,
is ‘Laney’ short for something or is that your real name?” I asked her a little
while later. We were lounging on my bed wrapped up in the sheets.

“Oh
God,” she replied. “I’ll tell you but only if you promise not to ever use it.”

I
crossed my heart.

She
flopped onto her back with her head resting on my pillow, her nipples almost
revealed by the shifting sheet. “It’s short for Elaine. I think my parents were
obsessed with Seinfeld. There were even some hints dropped that I may have been
conceived during an episode but my brain refuses to go there. Anyway, it’s just
always been ‘Laney’ and I am more than fine with that.”

“I
think ‘Elaine’ is pretty.”

She
rose back up onto an elbow and gave me a skeptical look.

“But
you’re definitely a ‘Laney’,” I reassured, not being a complete rookie.

That
seemed to satisfy her. “What about you? I know you’re full name and I’ve met
your family, but tell me more.”

“Well,
let’s see. You know I’ve always been into building things – and you know I
can’t wait to get back to it, of course. Oh, speaking of which, did I tell you
my dad started visiting the office for a few hours this week?”

“No.
That’s great!”

“Yeah,
my mom is not too keen on the idea but she knows he has to get out a bit or
he’ll suffocate. Oh, and she wanted me to tell you that he’s been fiddling
around with the fishing gear you brought by. He actually mentioned that he may
ask if he can take Rocco fishing sometime.”

“Oh
my God – that is so sweet. I’ll have to run it by him first – he can be shy and
a little hard to read, but they seemed to get along great at your parents’
house so I’ll bet he’ll be excited. We may have to go along, though, just to
warn you.”

“I
wouldn’t mind that at all. I’ll get you into a swimsuit and we can go off on
our own and get into a little trouble,” I said.

That
got me a shove.

“You
hungry? We never had dinner.”

“Starved.
Do you have some clothes I can throw on? I’m not sure where mine ended up.”

I
got out of bed and put my boxer briefs back on – looked like they weren’t
ripped after all. “I actually prefer you naked, but I guess I can find
something for you.” I rummaged in a drawer and pulled out a t-shirt and a pair
of athletic shorts.

“You’re
a prince among men, Nate.”

“What
are you in the mood for? Chinese? Pizza? Thai?” I asked as I walked toward the
kitchen. I got no response. “Laney?”

“Oh,
hell no!” was all I heard from the bedroom. I went back to investigate and
found her wearing my t-shirt and throwing the shorts on the bed like they’d
done something to offend her.

“What?”

“How
is it fair that your shorts are too tight on my ass? I could hardly pull them
up!”

Having
been a guy for thirty-one years I knew there was no right answer to that
question. Silence, however, did not seem to be one of my options. “I love your
ass. It’s perfect.” She still looked unsettled. “If you recall, I actually
tried to take a bite out of it I loved it so much.”

She
still pouted and it was fucking cute. “Whatever…let’s order Chinese.”

Phew.
I might actually be good at this relationship stuff.

We
ate delivery Chinese in bed, managing not to make a huge mess, and we talked
about everything and nothing. I told her more about my dad and how we were all
struggling with the changes that have to be made. We also talked about Austin
and my life back there – a life I wasn’t missing at all at the moment. She told
me more about Rocco’s dad and about Gavin and some of the struggles her family
had been having.

After
dinner and some more conversation I finally ended up taking that shower, but it
was considerably more fun with Laney. It was a challenge to maneuver in the
tiny stall but we managed. And the next morning I felt quite proud when we
walked into Laney’s kitchen and, upon examining Laney’s face, Fiona gave us a
golf clap.

***

One
Month Later

This
last month has been perfect. Well, actually, that’s a lie. One thing I have
learned is that having a five-year-old under foot is a recipe for constant blue
balls. But outside of that, life has been amazing. Laney and I have been
spending every possible moment together and I don’t know about her, but I have
never felt this way about another girl. I’ve been trying not to think about it
too hard and just enjoy. We’ve had to get creative about the locations and times
we can have sex due to the aforementioned little cock-blocker, but let’s just
say her shower gets a lot of action – and, luckily, it’s considerably larger
than mine. I still haven’t spent the night, though we’ve discussed it. She is
going to sit Rocco down for a talk this week and feel him out a bit. I know she
trusts me so I’m glad I don’t have to jump that hurdle again.

As
for work, Doug and my dad have all but taken over the administrative headaches
(although my mom is always looking over Dad’s shoulder and telling him when
it’s time to come home) and I was back to getting my hands dirty. If I’d had to
conduct one more bid development or client meeting my head would have exploded.

I
took over as foreman on the Old Oak Ridge project and I’ve been helping out at
a couple other sites during the down time. I was still no closer to being able
to answer the neighbors’ concerns about potential tenants but it was safe to
say Laney trusted my good intentions and her word seemed to be good enough for
everyone else.

Halloween
was just around the corner and we were sitting on Laney’s back patio enjoying a
perfect fall afternoon. A cool breeze blew in and the sun was starting its
descent, coloring the sky that perfect shade of orange. We could hear Rocco
squeal out in the yard as Fiona chased him up the ladder of his completely amazing
and innovative treehouse – if I do say so myself.

“That
thing is ridiculous.” Laney shook her head and laughed at me, knowing that I
was admiring my own work. I just winked at her. I knew she loved that treehouse
almost as much as Rocco did. It had a ladder with safety handles (Laney’s idea)
and a split level design with built in seating and a table. It also had
porthole windows and even a pulley system to haul up important kid stuff. If I
had had a treehouse like that when I’d been his age I would have charged a
cover to everybody who came over to play.

As
it was, only Rocco and all of us adults had been inside so far, which I knew
still bothered Laney, but I thought Rocco seemed like a perfectly happy kid. He
was hardly even doing the nose twitching thing anymore and he was anything but
shy with me.

And
the best part? Laney had pulled him from that “up their own asses” daycare and
he was now in a much smaller program run out of a former school teacher’s
house. Charlotte’s son went to the same place when she worked at her part-time
job, and by happenstance a full time spot had opened up in the daycare. Laney
snatched it up and Rocco was much more at ease with a smaller and less
asshole-ish group – my term, not Rocco’s.

We
had all gone over to Charlotte’s house last week and I’d seen the two boys
playing together. I’d also seen the gleam in Laney’s eyes and could feel her
relief it was so palpable. Next step was an invite for Aiden to play in the
treehouse, which I liked to refer to as “The Batcave” but Rocco had dubbed “The
Fart Fortress”. You can’t win ‘em all. Oh, and in case you’re keeping track, I
did indeed apologize to Charlotte for being an asshole the first time we met.

“You
know what you need?” I asked Laney as I glanced around the yard.

“Uh
oh, what now? You’ve damn near fixed everything in my house and you already
have a list a mile long of upgrades you want to make.”

I
pretended I hadn’t heard her. “You need a screened-in porch. I bet you’d spend
a lot more time out here in the summer if it weren’t for the damn mosquitoes.”

“Nate,
I would love a screened-in porch but you have got to stop doing all of these
things for me. You have enough to do with work and you haven’t even started to
look for your own place.”

Yeah,
about that. It was no mistake that I hadn’t started looking for my own place. I
know it sounded crazy but I was in love with this girl and I was jumping ahead
in my mind. It seemed crazy to buy a place when she clearly loved this place
and I was seeing a future with her and Rocco. And besides, The Batcave was here
so there was that. But I knew she wasn’t ready to go there yet, so I kept quiet
except for a small “Meh.” It was the most non-committal noise I could come up
with.

“Meh?
You’re weird.”

“And
you’re pretty.” I leaned in for a kiss.

“I
think I’m gonna be sick,” Gavin’s voice came from the back doorway.

I
removed my lips from his sister. I could see things from his perspective – if I
had to watch some guy pawing Bailey I would probably feel a little ill myself.
Gavin wandered out onto the patio and took a seat next to me.

“I’m
going to grab a drink. Anyone need a beer?” Laney asked, rising from her chair.

“Sure,”
Gavin and I responded simultaneously as Laney went into the kitchen.

“Is
it strange that I’m jealous of a five-year-old?” Gavin asked, taking in the
treehouse and the two faces peering out the window.

“If
we’re talking about Fiona, I can’t answer that, dude. If we’re talking about
the treehouse, I’m right there with you.”

“Definitely
the treehouse. I can get laid without pissing my sister off, thank you very
much.”

I
laughed at the mental image of Gavin hitting on Fiona with Laney as a witness.
“Smart man.”

Gavin
sat forward in his chair and put his elbows to his knees. “Hey, I know it’s
late notice, but do you think there’s any chance I can take Thursday off?
There’s somewhere I’ve really got to be and I can only do it on Thursday.”

“Shit,
man,” I started, not looking forward to what I had to say next. “You haven’t
earned any vacation days yet and if I let you take off it sets a bad precedent.
It puts me in an awkward position, Gavin, especially considering Laney and all
but I have to say ‘no.’ I’m really sorry.” I hated having to do this,
especially to Laney’s brother but the rules are the rules and if I let one
person break them then it’s just a slippery slope. That’s not the kind of work
environment I can tolerate.

He
looked like he’d already known the answer before I told him but I still felt
bad.

“Hey,
no problem. Just thought I’d ask.”

We
were both awkwardly quiet until Laney came back out with the beers and a glass
of wine for herself. She hollered out to the treehouse, “Hey, any of you
adventurers thirsty?!”