Page 5 of Claiming His Property

The boys nod, grab their things, and head out.

I wait until Andy is out of sight and Chuck is busy with the hose before I go around back. I feel a little guilty because for the first time in the four years since I’ve been working with these guys, I’ve lied to them.

It’s not a big lie or anything, but the truth is there’s no potential issue with Beatrice’s stonework out back. I only said that so I could come around to the window here that gives a good view right into the dining room where I know Sky will be eating brunch this morning.

And that will let me see her.

I sneak slowly and carefully so as not to be seen, almost feeling like a stalker. I do work here, but I really shouldn’t be looking in my employer’s windows. That’s just bad behavior.

My heart starts pounding faster and faster as I round the side of the house and step into the back yard. I can hear voices now.

It’s Beatrice, of course, rambling on like she always does, laughing at her own jokes. Then I hear a man’s voice, which must be Skylar’s father.

But then I hear hers, and my whole body tightens.

I didn’t realize that just her voice could be a trigger for me, but I feel my cock swell within my work pants.

I’ve barely even been out in the sun for a few minutes, but I instantly start sweating. The tone of her speech has me thinking about watching her walking away from me a week ago and how perfectly her ass jiggled in those khakis she was wearing.

What a woman…

Christ, I hope I don’t start leaking pre-cum. That would be embarrassing.

I inch around the garden, glancing in the windows of the living room, which is empty, when I hear the sound of someone behind me. A shot of adrenaline hits me.

It must be one of Beatrice’s servants taking the trash out, so I instantly lean down and pretend to be weeding. I glance back over my shoulder and see Tala give me a smile as she starts walking back to the house from the bin area. I smile back and keep my head down until she’s gone.

Once it’s safe, I stand and take a deep breath, then continue on around to the back of the house.

The sounds of their voices are louder now, but again, it’s mostly Beatrice talking. I can hear forks and knives against plates, but as I round the corner, she comes into view.

Sky has her hair down today. It’s falling over her shoulders like waves of an auburn waterfall, framing her beautiful face that already instantly has me mesmerized.

I was only kidding when I asked if it was her intent to seduce me, but she’s damn sure doing it now, and she’s just sitting there sipping orange juice.

Blood pulses through my body, driving a hard erection into my cock that I know is going to make it nearly impossible for me to get any work done today. She’s wearing a T-shirt this week, like she didn’t even care about impressing her aunt before she came over. That T-shirt does nothing to hide the fact that she’s got a phenomenal rack underneath there that I’m dying to get my hands on. As she shifts in her seat, I can also tell she didn’t bother with a bra today.

I set my shovel aside and slide my hand down between my legs as I watch her. Christ, I’ve never been a degenerate like this, but this girl is bringing something out in me.

Nearly hypnotized, I watch as she lifts a piece of pineapple up to her mouth and slips it between her plump lips and can’t help but think what it would feel like if that were my cock in there and not that piece of wet yellow fruit.

I inch forward for a better look, but a branch beneath my foot snaps, and I quickly duck down to hide myself.

My heart is pounding like a drum in my chest.

“This is crazy,” I laugh to myself. If I get caught lurking like this like some public masturbator, I will absolutely get fired. Better to wait until she’s finished eating and talk to her later than risk my job and have Beatrice going around telling everyone she knows that I’m some crazy creeper.

So about forty-five-minutes later, I’m finishing weeding out front when the door opens and Sky and her father step out. She glances over and sees me and I wave and start to head over to say hi, but right then, Beatrice calls to me from the side door.

“Cade!? Cade, can you come here a moment? I think I’ve got a problem with a pipe in the house!”

“Andy can help you with that, Beatrice!” I call back. “He’s better with work like that.”

I motion to Andy to go deal with whatever issue it is she’s having, but she quickly snaps back in a tone that is anything but agreeable.

“No, I’d like you to come and look at it, Cade.”

There’s no arguing with her when she gets like that. What am I supposed to do? She signs my checks.

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