At the Airbnb, she was surrounded by unfamiliar furniture and knick-knacks. All she could hope was for Cal and his brothers to get the job done - fast.

  To her surprise, when she arrived at the house, she was met with a team of guys. They weren’t working yet but were unpacking tools and machines.

  Does Cal have guys?

  She pulled up to the curb and took a breath, ready to face him with the stern face of his client, not his...whatever the fuck she was to him.

  “Hey!”

  A knock at her passenger window made her jump. She put a hand to her chest as Travis waved through the glass.

  “You’re here!”

  He hustled around the car and opened her door, offering a hand so she could step out. She’d purposefully worn pants and a sweater that covered her tits, not wanting to give Cal anything to look at but the contracts. She even had on bland black flats to complete the look.

  “Don’t worry,” Travis said suddenly. “Nobody’s started anything yet. We just wanted them here so we can get going as soon as. Since Cal said you’re eager to get inside.”

  Stella nodded and followed him into the house. It looked the same but for a table and chairs near the kitchen. Cal and Jase sat with their backs to the door, reviewing something on a laptop.

  “Hey guys, the boss’s here,” Travis joked, putting out his hand so Stella would go first.

  When Cal turned around, his eyes darkened. She noticed his lip curl at one end as he glanced at her chest. They both stood and smiled, Jase offering his hand to shake. When she took Cal’s, he squeezed and licked his bottom lip.

  Fuck. This is gonna be hard.

  He pulled out the seat beside him, and when she sat, Stella noticed she was a lot closer to him than the others. So close, their legs touched under the table.

  “So, did you get a chance to go over everything?” Jase asked, breaking the silence.

  “Um, yeah. It all looks great. I had a friend at work take a peek, and he’s happy. So am I. Although...” she went on, reaching for her copy and finding the highlighted page. “I was a little confused about this. It’s like half of what Marco was charging,” she said, pointing to the number given for labor costs.

  Travis looked to Jase, who looked to Cal. He cleared his throat, and she felt his leg move away.

  Uh oh.

  “We know we’re not an official company, and you’re taking a chance on us. Most of those guys are friends and contractors we know. They’ve agreed to let us pay a lower rate in the hopes this job turns into more.”

  Stella searched his eyes, seeing nothing but her contractor.

  “Okay. I mean, I guess that’s your choice since they’re your guys. But then…what about you? I don’t see room in that budget for you three.”

  Jase took over. “Like Cal said, you’re taking a chance on us. And so are we. We’re not looking to make a profit out of this; we’re looking to make a name for ourselves. And with a house like this, I think we can do that.”

  Being an accountant, Stella had never been uncomfortable talking about money. But what did make her uncomfortable was the idea that Cal and his brothers would be working for nothing and that their guys wouldn’t get what they were worth.

  “I’ve seen your work, and I know Cal’s,” she began, looking around the room before dropping her finger on the amount in question. “I’m not okay with that. At the very least, your guys deserve to get what they’re worth. I want their best, after all. Why would they give that to me if they’re underpaid?”

  Cal shifted at her side but it was Travis who spoke. “They’ll give you their best, I can assure you-”

  “Then they’ll get paid for it.”

  Stella sat back and waited. She didn’t cross her arms defensively but opened them, palms up on the table, inviting their response.

  “Okay,” Cal said eventually, his leg back against hers.

  “Okay,” she echoed, pushing back a little.

  Other than that, the rest of the meeting was light and easy. The guys were eager to get started and happy to go along with anything and everything Stella wanted.

  When she told them she was thinking about brushed brass in the kitchen, they agreed. When she said she wanted a skylight in the bathroom upstairs, they told her it would be costly but doable. And when she said she was hoping for an outdoor kitchen, their only request was to be the first to get a meal.

  Done. Done. Double done.

  By the time they were through, the guys were in full swing, hammering and drilling all around. Stella checked her watch and decided to order lunch for them all. Pizzas and sodas were always a hit.

  While waiting for the food, she walked around with Jase and Travis, talking about the tiles, paint, and windows she hoped for. They were respectful but knowledgeable, giving her ideas and advice without making her feel like an asshole.

  The food arrived within the hour, and the crew seemed thrilled by her small gesture. She met a handful of the guys, even speaking broken Spanish with a few. They liked that even more than the pizza.

  When she finally grabbed a slice of her own, Cal appeared out of nowhere.

  “You didn’t have to do this, you know.” He reached for a slice and took a big bite.

  “I wanted to. I want these guys happy.”

  “And you didn’t have to…you know. With the budget.” Cal looked at his feet, clearly embarrassed.

  “It’s not about-” Stella lowered her voice and checked to make sure nobody was close by “-you and me. It’s about what’s fair.”

  His face lit up, and he leaned into her ear. “You have no idea how badly I wanna fuck you right now.”

  Stella’s pussy jolted awake, wishing he’d put his hands on her. But they were surrounded by people, including his brothers. Not the best time.

  “Soon,” she breathed.

  At least, I hope.

  The guys filtered in and out, and the pizzas soon vanished. Sensing it was time to leave them to it, she found Travis and Jase and said goodbye, telling them to call her if they had questions. She’d be back, of course, but she didn’t want them to think she was hovering.

  She didn’t see Cal on her way out, and her heart dropped. She was hoping for one last look before rushing to work. As much as she wanted to wait, she’d only taken the morning off and had a meeting scheduled in the afternoon.

  She was at the side of the house when he caught up with her. Almost the exact same spot he’d come to her that day she’d argued with Marco about the tiles.

  “You gotta rush off so soon?” Cal called.

  Stella glanced around, but none of the guys could see them from where they stood. They were all in front or inside.

  “I gotta work. This house won’t pay for itself, ya know.”

  Cal took a step closer, his hand catching her fingers. “How long do you have?”

  Her heart thumped in her ears, and she felt a pull in her core. “I have a meeting in two hours.”

  Cal put a hand on his chin and thought about it before whispering, “That should work.”

  Then he grabbed her hand and pulled.

  Chapter 14

  “Cal!” Stella hissed as he dragged her past her car and towards a van. Her eyes bulged, and she glanced back, hoping none of the guys could see.

  “No way.”

  No fucking way.

  “Where’s your sense of adventure?” He smirked, reaching for the handle to the back.

  It was a big mover’s van, which meant there was a lot of room in the back. When the door swung open, Stella coughed out a laugh when she spotted the mattress. It was covered in plastic and leaning against the side.

  Cal hopped up and grasped the bag, tugging until it fell flat. Then he grabbed Stella’s wrist and yanked her inside, his other hand slamming the door behind them.

  “How long has this thing been in here?”

  “It’s brand new. Jase picked it up this morning, and he’s taking it home later. In fact...” He raised his eyebrows and took a few steps to the side, reaching into some boxes. He pulled a sheet out of nowhere, tore off the wrapper, and flicked it flat over the mattress.

  “Cal…I don’t know-”

  “Shhh.” He put a finger over her lips.

  Taking her head in his hands, Cal pulled Stella into a kiss. A long, hot, needy kiss. His hands traced down her back as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

  What is this guy doing to me?

  She reached for his shirt and pulled, lifting it up and over his back until they had to break their kiss so it could fall free. Cal took the time to grab her sweater, yanking it up until he could see her bra.

  “Why would you hide those?” he whispered, placing both hands under each breast, lifting them a little as he admired the red lace.

  Before she could reply, he reached around and unhooked her bra. Catching it in one hand, he swooped in with his mouth, taking her right nipple so fast, she cried out.

  Stella put her hand into his hair and groaned, reaching for his belt buckle.

  “Uh-uh,” Cal said suddenly, pushing himself back and raising the bra between them. “Hands.”

  Hands?

  That one word sent a shock to her clit, and she immediately felt her pulse quicken.

  “You trust me, right?”

  Stella nodded and held out her hands. Cal wrapped the bra around her wrists, locking them together before he lifted them over her head, using the strap like a hook.

  The angle brought her tits together, and he took the opportunity to bite at them, holding her close so she couldn’t escape. Then he tucked her arms over his head until they fell around his neck. Using his now-free hands, he reached under her waistband and gently slipped her pants down.

  Using his foot to get them off her feet, Cal grabbed her ass and lifted her up, at the same time stepping onto the mattress. He lowered them both until Stella’s back touched the sheet, her arms still snug around his neck.

  Cal touched her nose with his and kissed her quickly before ducking down, capturing her nipples in his lips and fingers. His right hand grasped her wrists and forced them back over her head.

  He grinned and to her surprise, found something to latch her onto. Stella squirmed, looking up to see a small hook on the wall, no doubt used to hold down heavy furniture.

  Uhhhh….

  Part of her was instantly nervous. But mostly, she felt absolute lust knowing Cal was in complete control. He trailed his hands down her arms, drawing goosebumps on her flesh. When he rounded her breasts, he kissed them gently before falling down to her panties.

  Dark Eyes looked up at her, his tongue flicking to meet her skin. Stella raised her hips, all but begging for him to touch her. Instead of giving her what she wanted, he reached up and released her hands, whispering, “On your knees.”

  Stella did as she was told, flipping over as fast as she could. Cal was quick, hooking the bra back in place so she was precisely how he wanted her.

  “Feel okay?”

  She nodded.

  “Stay still.”

  He was at her side then, one hand lightly stroking her right ass cheek and the other pinching her nipples. He played her like a piano, and she wasn’t sure how long she’d last without him inside.

  At the angle, she had to lower her upper body, which made her ass stick up in the air. She felt his breath on her back as he came close and kissed her shoulder and neck. Then he put his hand over the fabric of her panties and pressed. He found her clit in one go, and she lurched forward, drawing a laugh from his lips. With his other hand still pinching her nipple, Cal rubbed along her sex, putting pressure on her mound when he moved his hand low enough.

  Stella started to move her hips, desperate for him to get rid of the panties. But he ignored her and kept up his torture, grabbing at the material and pulling it tight.

  “Oh, fuck,” Stella moaned as it grazed her clit.

  When he spanked her, it was hard and fast, and she felt the heat inside building, wishing he would move his hand closer to her sex.

  He did. The next slap was closer still, almost right on her core. She groaned and gasped, trying to keep her hands where he’d put them. Part of her wanted to stay quiet, afraid someone outside might hear. But somehow, she knew he wanted her to moan.

  A hard tug on her nipple was met with another slap, only this time, he hit her right in the middle. Pain and pleasure swirled through her pussy, making her gasp for a breath.

  She could feel warmth over her ass and smiled as he stroked her skin gently. Then he grabbed the material again. But instead of pulling it tight, he yanked it aside, and his tongue was on her.

  “Oh my god. Fuck!” she screamed.

  His tongue caressed her swollen lips before moving down, around and over her clit. When he pulled back, she felt his fingers replace his mouth. He pressed them into her sex and rubbed back and forth and up and down until she couldn’t see straight.

  When her breathing really became short, and her hips rolled uncontrollably, Cal shifted, and before she knew it, his cock was at her opening. He leaned around her waist and stroked her mound, at the same time pushing inside agonizingly slowly. He gave her every inch, bit by bit until she was full. Then he pulled back and drove inside, the sound of skin on skin filling the van. Stella grasped the edge of the mattress as Cal pounded into her, his fingers somehow still on her clit.

  She wanted to cum so badly, but she also wanted the pleasure to last as long as possible. She was acutely aware of how he filled her and shifted her hips so he could go even deeper.

  She wanted to turn and face him. But all she could do was hold on and let him have his way with her.

  Soon enough, she was whimpering and gasping for air. Hearing how close she was, Cal pulled his hand away, reaching instead for her nipple, which he pulled at and twisted, not once slowing down his assault on her dripping wet pussy. His thick cock rammed into her over and over, and it was all she could do to stay on her knees.

  Finally, he slowed, grasped her hips, and let out a rushed breath. She turned her head, and Cal pulled himself free the second they made eye contact. He shuffled up the mattress, unhooked her hands, and rolled her onto her side, nestling in behind, his chest to her back.

  Stella lifted her leg, giving him better access as he slipped inside once more. At the new angle, she could just about reach around to kiss him. But when his fingers dragged against her clit, she dropped her head back.

  “Oh god. Oh shit. Cal!”

  Cal’s hips kept up the pace, and soon, the rubbing on her mound turned into light taps, which got harder and faster the closer she got to climax.

  When she came, Cal put his free hand over her mouth, the scream loud enough to be heard from outside the van. He groaned his own orgasm, grabbing at her breast as he pumped into her a few more times.

  Spent, Stella didn’t move. Couldn’t move.

  Cal rolled to the side and chuckled. “Fuck, Stells. I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up.”

  You?

  Still out of breath, Stella furrowed her brow. “What does that mean?”

  She looked at Cal, and he smiled. “That I wanna fuck you the second I see you. But I’m not twenty anymore.”

  She instantly relaxed and laughed. “You seem to be keeping up just fine.”

  “I’m serious. It’s like I can’t think straight. I can’t be around you without wanting to rip your clothes off and get my fingers in your pussy. Seeing you like that,” he pointed to her still-bound wrists and blew out a breath. “I almost came before I even got inside.”

  “Well, the feeling’s mutual,” she said. When he waved her off, she added, “Hey. If I told you how many times I’ve gotten off just with you in my head, even you would blush. I mean, shit. I’m not with you for more than a minute or two, and my pussy’s practically calling your name. Sometimes just at the thought of you!”

  Cal opened his dark eyes and looked up at her. “Really?”

  Stella rolled on top and ground her dripping sex into his groin. She rested her still-bound hands on his shoulders as she spoke. “I’ve never wanted to fuck like that before. And I’ve never wanted to fuck so often before. It’s all you, Cal.”

  “Well, shit. I mean, that’s great.”

  Stella kissed him and sat up. Cal cupped her breasts and sat up to meet her. He kissed and licked around her nipples while Stella ran her nails down his back.

  Underneath, she felt a twitch.

  “You say you’re not twenty, but that thing doesn’t seem to have an off switch.”

  Cal moved his hips in response, stretching his neck to kiss her lips. Stella gently started to move, their juices making her slick and warm. After a few strokes, she could feel he was more than ready.

  “Don’t you have to work?”

  Stella bit her lip as he reached between them. She raised her hips and fell onto his throbbing cock with a deep sigh.

  “Eventually,” she breathed, finding her rhythm.

  Cal grabbed her nipple between his teeth, letting her take the lead this time.

  Chapter 15

  One week later

  “Um, excuse me, bitch? What the fuck?”

  Stella grinned, Jenny’s face a mix of shock and awe.

  “What?” she asked with a knowing smirk.

  Jenny lifted her hand and circled her finger in the air, gesturing for Stella to spin around and show off her outfit. She was wearing black high heels with sexy stockings and a very short black skirt. If she sat and crossed her legs, Jenny would get a glimpse of the garter around her thigh.

  On top, she chose a simple white shirt, but underneath, she had on a leather corset that held her tits so high she could almost rest her chin on them.

  Too much?

  “Biiiiiitch,” Jenny exclaimed, clapping her hands in excitement. “Tell me you’re fucking that guy?”

  Biting her lip, Stella nodded, and the pair clasped hands in excitement. The hostess had to clear her throat to get their attention.

  “Your table’s ready,” she announced with zero enthusiasm.

 

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