Page 31 of Dangerous

Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t even be spending much time at this site, leaving the day-to-day stuff to the job site foreman. After the big project that Proud Bi construction had been involved with last year, we had enough work to run multiple small crews throughout the winter, leaving me to act more like a supervisor, ensuring all the various jobs were running smoothly and to meet with new potential clients. But when I wasn’t at this site, the homeowner’s new, much younger, trophy wife would call, leaving me a list of complaints or changeorders on my phone until I showed up. And once there, she wouldn’t stop touching me. All seemingly innocent brushes of her hand, her arm, her boobs as she pointed out something or tried to explain something, but there was nothing innocent about it.

By the third site visit, after repeatedly stepping away, widening the space between us that she’d soon close, she started in on the blatant offers torewardme for my work. She mentioned hearing about how wild our old parties had been and how she felt she deserved the opportunity to experience it for herself. That was the point I told her that I was in a happily, committed relationship and that what she was doing was considered sexual harassment which I didn’t allow on my job sites. And if she continued, I’ll pull my crew from her project, leaving it unfinished. A move I’d hate to do because when I talked to the rest of the crew, they told me that she ignored them, barely even saying hi when they arrived to work. It seemed like she was saving all her attitude for me. Yay.

The house was quiet when I entered despite having seen Jarrod’s car in the garage when I parked. Since I hadn’t seen him in the main rooms, I assumed he was either with Liam in the nursery or outside as Peter was going to be late, having been named one of the teachers to sit on the parent’s committee.

I stripped off my clothing as I walked through our bedroom, letting them fall on the floor to be picked up later, once I felt clean.

The hot water beat down on me, soothing and relaxing my stiff muscles. Fuck. What was I going to do about this client? Her husband was a big deal. New to our community so he didn’t carry much weight yet, but that wouldn’t last. So, pissing him off wasn’t high on my list of priorities. The part-timers who owned houses in The Beachhead, the gated community on the other side of the river, tended to stick together and they were the oneswith the real money. Projects there could be worth six and seven figures and I didn’t want to lose access to them because some bored, horny, housewife wanted what her husband couldn’t or wouldn’t give her.

“Rough day?” Jarrod leaned against the sink counter as he watched me. I’d been so lost in thought that I hadn’t even heard him enter the bathroom. Fuck. That really wasn’t like me.

“Yeah,” I said as I shut off the water. My skin slightly reddened under my tattoos from the heat. “It’s just this new client. The wife is a piece of work.”

Jarrod tossed me my towel as he dragged his gaze over my body, heating it. Fuck. It felt like it had been so long since we last touched each other. Despite there being three of us in this relationship, it seemed that we suffered right alongside other families with new babies… our sex life basically died. It made me wonder how people ever had a second kid.

He pushed off the counter and stalked toward me as I licked my lips. I used the towel to dry my hair, making sure to flex my biceps as my cock grew, begging to be touched after it had tried to crawl back inside me when Misty attempted to brush against it.

“I need you.”

It was all the warning I got before his lips slammed onto mine. Not that I needed one since I met him with the same ferocity. There’d been stories of rape victims who’d had sex with someone else after they were brutalized in such a way, and I’d always wondered how they could have done that? How they could have let someone else touch them instead of cowering away from everyone? I mean, Katy had cowered, keeping to herself after what had happened to her, only letting me hold her once she woke up so sick. At the time, I assumed that her need for comfort from her sickness had outweighed her disgust over being touched, but now I knew different. Having Jarrod’s lips onmine, having his hands roam over my naked body, it made me feel better, wanted, desired in the proper way. All things I hadn’t even realized I’d been feeling after my encounter with Misty.

His hand wrapped around my cock, giving it a few rough tugs before he dropped to his knees, placing kisses down my body as he went. I shoved my hands in his hair, gripping him, controlling his movements. “Open up.”

He grinned up at me, eyes twinkling as he stuck his tongue and licked a line from my base to the head. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. Fuck. And I couldn’t even reprimand him because he had opened his mouth, just not enough to swallow me down.

Having learned from my mistake, I pulled his head back, but he fought me on it, keeping himself close enough that he could lick me like I was his favourite ice cream treat. Taunting me. Teasing me until I didn’t know if I wanted him to continue playing this little game or if I wanted him to suck me dry.

“Fuck. I’ve missed this.”

“Me, too.”

And this time, without my prompting, he opened wide, swallowing me down until his nose hit my belly. Then he swallowed, constricting the head of cock, strangling it. Fuck. I was going to embarrass myself, blowing my load on the first go, but sanity prevailed. He released me, allowing me to slide almost all the way out so he could breathe before he did it again. This time I was ready, better able to fight through the sensation to make this time together last.

He repeated the process again and again, but I controlled the speed, yanking his head, his mouth closer, faster as need overwhelmed me. But the moment he rolled my balls between his fingers, I was done. D. O. N. E.

I erupted in his throat as every muscle in my body spasmed, giving him everything until I wavered on my feet. I hadn’t comethat hard since that night with Katy, when she first put her hand on me. And like that night, dark spots filled my vision.

Jarrod stood, trailing his tongue over my body before taking my mouth in another mind-blowing kiss. I reached for him, stroking him through his track pants before pushing them down.

“Thank was amazing. Let me return the favour.” I nipped his ear lobe as my hand closed around his hard shaft, giving it a firm stroke.

But it wasn’t meant to be. The oven buzzer sounded, and Liam’s cries filled the monitor. He gave me a peck on the lips as he pulled himself from my hand, resetting his trackpants in their proper position. “Later. I promise. You go grab the Little Man while I rescue supper.”

I nodded and smiled, but the moment he spun to head out, I slapped his ass. “I’m holding you to that promise.”

His chuckles trailed behind him as he left the room, leaving me in a much better mood than I’d been in when I arrived home.

Liam squealed, and held up his arms, giving me a gummy smile when I leaned over his crib. His feet kicked inside his sleep sac, melting my heart with all his excitement. This was why I put up with people like Misty. It was all for this little guy, to provide for him and any other siblings we might be blessed with in the future. This moment, this smile was what I needed to remember whenever I dealt with her. But he was also the reason that I needed to stand up for myself, to protect myself. I never wanted him to have to experience the things I had, never wanted him to be treated the way she treated me.

“Hello, Little Man. Ready to go have some fun?” I lifted him from the crib, taking him over to the change table. With a newfound swiftness, born from all the practice, I had him cleaned up and rediapered, and was walking out of the nursery with him in my arms by the time Jarrod had supper on the table.I placed Liam in his highchair so that he could be with us as we ate.

Supper was quiet with just the three of us. But even when Peter was home, it was still quiet. Not that quiet was bad—because it wasn’t—but it lacked a little of the sparkle that Katy brought. She was that extra little spice that took food from really good to outstanding. And I don’t think I was the only one who missed it.

“Did you see Katy at all today?” She’d stopped by briefly on Sunday to drop off some baked treats and tonight’s prepared meal. So, even though she wasn’t around as much as usual, she was still taking care of us, still showing us that we mattered to her.

“Just briefly at the school when I was picking up the Little Guy. I snagged him early since my last meeting today was cancelled. She was heading out to work since Geoff hired more staff and changed the hours on the pet store. It’s going so well that he’s thinking of expanding it. I think he’s found a colleague who might consider opening a part-time, small animal vet clinic as part of the store.”

“That’s great for Geoff. I’m happy for him.” I took another bite of the chicken pot pie Katy made and moaned at the flavour. Savoury herbs woke up my tongue, readying it for slight hit of heat that cut through her cream sauce.

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