Page 26 of A Little More Hope

“On trend. Wow, look at you, all up on your interior design talk.”

He blew on his fingernails and polished them on his chest. My eyes followed the movement, fixing on his biceps as they contracted from the action. “Didn’t you know I’m an interior design guru?”

“Hmm, I dunno about that, but you could call it grandma chic and own the hell out of it, I suppose.”

“You know, I just might. Kick off a radical new style.”

“Yeah. You could go on the internet and vlog all about this new trend.”

“I can picture it now. Me sitting there in a crocheted cardigan, telling my subscribers how to get the look.”

We both laughed, and I enjoyed the easiness between us.

Looking at each other for a few seconds, our eyes connecting over our shared joke, I almost got a peek of a future I’d never even contemplated unfurling before me. How easy life might be if Ash and I were together.

Ash dropped his eyes first. “I should go get dressed.” He turned toward his bedroom, giving me another chance to view his perfect, round butt. He peered over his shoulder, the move making his ass cheeks flex and my gut clench. “Coffee’s on,” he said, my eyes flicking to his at the huskiness in his voice. His gaze fixed firmly on my face, coupled with the slight color gracing his cheeks, let me know I’d been busted staring at him. “Give me ten minutes.”

I tracked behind him to the kitchen as he headed down the hallway, my gaze stuck on the firm globes as they wobbled in the cotton of his underwear. I determinedly made a right into the kitchen so as not to not follow Ash to his bedroom and rummaged around in his cupboards to find a mug, then poured myself a much-needed cup of coffee. I truly hoped when he returned, he’d be covered from head to toe in clothing distracting enough to dissuade my overactive brain from fantasizing about what lay underneath.

The next few hours went by in a blur as we tackled the demo. After moving all the furniture into the garage, we donned gloves and masks and protective glasses and pulled up the dusty, old carpet in the living area and ripped out the shelves, which collapsed into a heap after the first hit of the sledgehammer. Once cleared, the resultant space made the area a whole lot bigger.

Standing in the middle of the room, Ash twirled around on the spot. “That was fun.” His smiling eyes sparkled at me. “You were right. Demo day is the best day ever.”

“Wait until we knock out the kitchen wall and the space really opens up.”

“I agree, without the wall, it’ll be huge.” His eyes sparkled with excitement and pride at what he’d already achieved, and my heart swelled for him. The sheer enjoyment he took in the task sent me right back to when I’d done my first demo. There was absolutely no feeling like it.

Covered in dust and happiness, he looked so beautiful; I couldn’t pull my eyes away. He’d not worn anything remotely loose, of course. Instead, dressed in a fitted black tank and shorts, every time he’d bent over, the material stretched nice and tight across his hips, leaving me semi-hard the whole morning. The tan boots and rolled down socks only added to the sexy persona he projected, making him the hottest tradesman I’d ever seen. After years of being on construction sites with builders and carpenters, plumbers, electricians—you name it—not once had any of those men given me the gut-punching rush of lust Ash achieved. It was absolute torture.

A loud knock on the front door shocked us both and had my body stiffening in an instant.

“Relax.” Ash rested his hand on my arm, calming me. “I ordered us some lunch.” He gave me a squeeze. “Stay here and I’ll go sort things out.”

He headed down the hallway to the front door as I moved out of the line of sight. Here with Ash, just the two of us, allowed me to forget about the outside world happening such a short distance away.

Some back and forth conversation went on between Ash and the delivery guy, but after a few minutes, the door shut, and he reentered the room carrying a large brown paper bag and a drink holder with a couple of sodas. He dropped down and sat cross-legged in the middle of the floor, thighs apart, and my eyes instantly zeroed in on his crotch, the bulge more prominent as it pushed against his shorts.

What would it feel like to hold another man’s cock in my hand, to experience it slide through my fist? The rogue thought anchored itself in my head, taking root. What about in my mouth? Slipping past my lips and across my tongue, filling it completely?

I shuddered at how far my imagination had taken me, pleasure feathering along my skin. Never had I entertained doing such a thing. I’d always been the one being sucked, rather than the one doing the sucking. But now the wayward thought had taken hold in my brain, I found the concept intriguing. Making Ash groan his pleasure as I sucked his length. Him coming in my mouth…

Shit.

My body went all hot, a sheen of sweat popping up all over, making me light-headed as the movie played out in my mind—him grabbing my hair, gripping tight; the moans he’d make when he climaxed; his cum spilling out of my mouth and down my chin.

Shit, shit, shit.

I needed to sit, in case my distinctly shaky legs gave out and I fell in a heap on the floor in front of him.

Dropping down beside Ash, I focused on controlling my breathing and watching him opening the bag. Tearing along the edge and spreading out the paper to act as a small placemat for the food, he removed the two subs and rested them on the top.

He handed me one. “You look a bit red,” he remarked with a smirk. “Is all the demo too much for you to handle at your age, old man?”

“Watch it,” I grumbled, surprised how normal my voice came out. Picking up one of the colas, I pushed a straw through the plastic lid, and took a large gulp, the liquid cooling my insides. “It’s hot in here. Okay?”

He snickered and took a bite of his sub. “Do you miss it?” he asked and gestured with his sandwich about the room. “Doing all the work yourself.”

“I didn’t do all the work on my own, but sometimes, yeah. Though I prefer my current job so much more.”

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