11. Jagger
JAGGER
I t’s been a week since my eyes have landed on the woman who has my cock in a constant state of hardness, and I’m surprised new callouses haven’t formed.
I wake up every morning with my hand wrapped around my length, unable to even get out of bed to start my day until I get off.
Lyric is at the forefront of my mind each and every day.
So much so that I found myself shooting her a text and calling her when I’d leave the office to head to a project.
She’d answer, sometimes with a happy tilt to her voice, sometimes she’d be sad, trying to brush it off and telling me it’s because she’d written in her journal.
I’ve learned that she’s struggling with her newfound freedom from taking care of everyone else except herself.
That socked me in the gut and had me making a call to my mother.
If anyone can help someone wade through the storm, it’s her.
I also got to hear her breathless yet again, though it was nothing like the time she was getting herself off while on the phone with me.
I’m still unsure of how Lyric started it, but I know it was me who helped her finish it.
I’ve never gotten off the phone so fast before.
Had I been home, my jeans would have been undone, cock out, and I would have been coming right along with her.
As it is, I’ve had to reserve that for the comfort of my home.
Which I’ve done, every damn time I take a shower.
At least today, I’ll get to see the woman who has my dick in knots in the flesh.
My schedule has been a shit show between working in the office and going around to projects we’ve been trying to wrap up.
Some are so far behind it’s making my head spin, and Joss is ready to spit nails, bust elbows, and more than likely walk out.
I’ve had to do some fast thinking, promise her a paid vacation and lunch on me a few times a month.
Needless to say, the permits we were waiting on with the commercial side of Jagged Edge Construction, whatever Joss did lit a fire under their asses, and now we’ve got all hands on deck.
That also meant not being able to see Lyric like I wanted.
I’d work at the office, go around to all the sites, and then finish my day at Lyric’s house.
The crew would be long gone when I’d get there; I’d go over what they did for the day and then worked on what I could.
A lot has been taken care of, including the two rooms I’d promised Lyric, the air conditioning is installed, and the drywall is taken care of throughout the entire house, taped and mudded.
The sanding wrapped up yesterday, and come Monday, they’ll start on painting the walls and ceilings.
The hold-up will be the kitchen cabinets; ordering and installing them is the six-week lead time.
There’s still plenty left to do, like flooring, trim work, and putting up light fixtures .
I pull up to Lyric’s house, noting her Tahoe is already in the driveway, and she’s got the front door open as well as the hatch to her SUV.
She’d asked me earlier this week if someone would be at the house to help her with a few things she ordered.
Apparently, the furniture company gave her a drop-off window of all day.
She also had a few boxes delivered this week, and while my crew placed them inside, I already knew how heavy they were when my project manager called me to talk about what they finished yesterday.
He said that shit was heavier than hell and no way he’d let his wife even attempt to push it to a different area in the house.
I’ve got a distinct feeling Lyric has a penchant for heavy shit, which means the probability of the boxes she’ll be unloading today will be too damn much for her to carry.
I climb out of my truck after going through the motions of putting it in Park , unbuckling my seatbelt, and turning off the engine.
“Hey,” Lyric says with a finger wave. I watch as she walks out of the house in another summer dress, this one light blue with white flowers, tank top style, tight in the chest and waist before flaring out.
The last thing I thought I’d be doing today is contending with my cock being so hard it’s trying to burst the zipper open.
Sure, a semi is still noticeable, but nothing like I am right now.
My eyes will be glued to her ass and tits.
The thought of her bending over and giving me a view from behind or the front is going to have me ready to come unglued.
“Hey, Lili.” I meet her halfway. My hands move to her shapely hips, my head dips, and I skate my lips across hers.
She doesn’t reply. Instead, I feel her fingers graze along the dips of my stomach, slowly inching upwards until her palms are flat against my chest. A soft sigh escapes her, and I can either pull her into my arms or step back.
I’ve got half a mind to pick her up, walk us inside, slam the door, and take her against the nearest wall.
“Wow.” She takes the decision out of my hands.
“Yeah, that about sums it up. You want to show me what all we need to move inside?” I ask, clearing my throat.
“All of the boxes in the truck. The big box in the living room needs to be put together, but I can do that.” Her hands drop to her dress, clasping the fabric in her fists. I can see the nervousness setting in. It makes me smirk to know I get to her as much as she gets to me.
“I’ll put it together, though it’ll cost you.
” I made the call to Dean Johnson the day after I found Shadow.
He handed the phone to Tully immediately when I said a cat wandered up to my house.
Of course, he made it clear that their funny farm was closed and they would not be driving down to Florida to cart an animal home when his wife does that enough.
I knew the man was lying through his teeth.
He can’t say no to Tully, and I did mention if his wife really wanted my cat, they could always bring it home when they come down for the birth of Lennie and Asher’s baby.
He grunted his response and left it at that.
Tully told me what all I should get faster than I could write it down.
Then she said never mind, that she would text me the list, especially the brand of cat food I should feed her.
She then proceeded to say the vet appointment could wait a bit but to at least deworm her, adding the best place to get it to the list that became more like a paragraph.
I’ve since gotten the cute furball food, treats, toys, catnip, a scratching post, a litter box, cat litter, and she’s been dewormed.
The cat bed I bought for her has sat vacant from what I could tell.
I always find her curled in a ball on top my clothes or, like the other night when I scooped her up to lie with me on the couch, she ended up sleeping on the pillow I’d been resting my head on.
“Is it worse than putting furniture together? Because if so, no thanks. I’ll take my chances.” Yeah, I can tell she won’t be putting shit together.
“It’s not nearly as bad,” I reply.
“Okay, fine, I’ll do it.” She smiles, and I’m lost for a moment in time.
Jesus, I’m worse than Johnny. I could have found her a fuck of a long time ago.
Maybe not right out of high school, but by the time Jude started his business, it would have been easy.
Hell, even Trent could have looked her up in his database if she had a record of some kind.
I’d been hardheaded, too damn stubborn for my own good. That shit stops right fucking now.
“You’re not going to ask what it is first?” I tease. It seems a lot of things never change. She’s still easy to pull one over on, and now I’m wondering if she’s still easy to rile up.
“Fine, what is said barter?” She relaxes, leaning her shoulder against the porch post, propping herself up, and my eyes zero in on when she crosses her arms over her chest. Except it’s more beneath, pushing her tits up and showing even more cleavage.
My tongue slides along my upper lip. Lyric’s eyes zero in on the movement, and my own locks on hers.
She’s breathing heavier, tits rising and falling, nipples puckered into tight tips.
I’d love nothing more than to wrap my lips around them, sucking on each one until she’s writhing in pleasure, trying to use my body to ease the ache between her pretty thighs.
I’d have one heck of a time keeping my hands to myself.
The dress she’s wearing would make it mighty easy to be pulled up, and now I’m wondering what she’s got going on beneath.
Is she bare, slick with desire, or is she wearing panties, and if so, what kind?
Cotton, lace, thong, bikini? Not like it matters, but damn, it’s making my thoughts run rampant and my dick harder than it’s ever been before.
My nostrils flare, my breathing takes on a life of its own, and now I’m thinking about what she’d do if I dropped to my knees right in this very spot.
The need to bury my head beneath her dress, to breathe in her scent, to taste her, whether she’s naked or it’s through the fabric of her underwear; I give not one single fuck, and I’d demand her to play with her pretty tits while I’m at it.
“Jagger.” Lyric’s voice breaks me out of my daydream, making me realize what I want can’t happen now, especially not here.
My parents are within seeing and hearing distance.
Then there are the other neighbors who live close.
A place like this would be impossible to get her out of her head and make her come on my tongue.
At my place, though, it’d be a different story entirely.
There’s not a single house or person for acres, and when things go my way, I’ll be doing exactly what we both want.
“You say my name like that again, nothing will get done today.” I take a step closer. She doesn’t back up. In fact, Lyric seems to like that idea. Too bad a horn honking interrupts her craving until it slowly fades away. I could curse whatever person drove by.
“What were you saying?” I watch as she blinks once, twice, and a third time. Yep, she is out of the same haze I was in.
“The barter,” I say. Maybe she’s still thinking about me, too. Her eyes trail the length of my body, which is answer enough.
“Oh, that’s right. Are you going to tell me what it is or keep me guessing?” I shake my head with a chuckle.
“I put your furniture together, you take my cat to the vet for me.” The appointment I made for next week is slap in the middle of the day.
It’s hard as hell to get away from work once I’m at a project, to head home, grab the furball, go to the appointment, go back home, drop her off, and then get back on the road. I may as well take a full day off.
“You have a cat?” She looks surprised about that.
“She’s newly acquired. Someone dumped her, and there’s no way I’ll drop her off at a shelter.
You know what happens there if they don’t get adopted.
” Her shoulders drop, teeth worrying her bottom lip, because she’s well aware of what I’m talking about.
The animals either stay there forever, or they’ll be what they call humanely euthanized, and I’d rather not even think about that prospect.
“I’ll take her. Just send me the details. I’m not working right now, and the applications I’ve put in, I haven’t heard a peep from.” Jude told me her parents set her up financially, and I figured she’d wait till the house was completed before getting out there. Apparently, I was wrong to assume so.
“You’ve got yourself a deal.” Shaking hands is out of the question.
I do something a whole lot better, moving into the soft curves of her body.
My hand cups her cheek, the other grabs her hip, and I graze my lips across hers.
At her sharp inhale and her nails digging into my sides, I finally allow myself a small taste.
I glide my tongue along the seam of her lips, feeling hers slide against mine with a teasing touch, and goddamn, drawing back is near impossible.
Yet I do it. The next time I have my mouth on hers, neither of us will have any fucking doubts that this is happening.