Made for Each Other

STORY EXCERPT


He was hard, and it was all her fault.

The way Lesley Farmer saw things, he had two immediate problems.

The first, and most urgent, hung six feet above his head in the master bedroom. Sporting dark brown limbs and lush green leaves, up until about two hours ago, the Manitoba Maple had been upright and stalwart, shading his backyard. Now it seemed intent on making a place for itself indoors.

The second problem, less obvious he hoped, hung between his legs. It was the fastest and strongest erection he’d ever sprouted and would appear to have been inspired solely by the presence of the woman standing next to him.

“That is one big piece of wood,” contractor Charlie McKinley said.

Lesley kept his eyes focused on the Break and Enter tree, bit back the ‘thank-you’ that rolled from his throat to his tongue, and murmured his agreement. He was trying to figure out just what it was about this woman that set his sap to rising. She was definitely not his usual type. He liked petite, dainty women. ‘Dainty’ didn’t suit Ms. McKinley. She almost matched his six one height, and her blonde hair was cut in a sleek, face-framing cap. Form fitting jeans and tee left no doubt of her femininity, though. She was very easy on the eyes, and there was no mistaking the effect she was having on his body. He just hoped that her attention would remain on the intrusive limb above their heads and not discover the one in his pants.

“From my experience,” she continued, “I can tell you it’s going to require expert handling.”

“You’re not qualified to take care of it yourself, then?”

“I’d need a crane to lift that sucker.”

She said sucker.

Lesley had to use every ounce of his willpower to pull his mind away from sex and focus it on the situation at hand. He figured if he didn’t, his mouth was going to get him into deep and serious trouble. So he gave the brown and green intruder one more detailed study, then boldly turned to face Ms. McKinley. His focus was on her absolutely, his question direct, spoken as if he didn’t have a raging hard-on between his legs.

“Do you know anyone who has the expertise to handle it?”

“Yes, I know a guy who runs a tree service. His rates are the best in town. But the roof and interior ceiling repair, once the tree’s out, those I can do.”

Lesley nodded briskly, once, then turned his attention back to the tree. He’d caught the slight flicker of her eyes away from his face and knew that she’d seen his condition.

Well, this is probably the most embarrassing moment of my life to date. He was a man. He was tough. He could take it. He hoped.

From his peripheral vision, he watched as Ms. McKinley brought her glazed eyes back into focus, licked her lips, swallowed, then fastened her attention overhead on the tree.

Maybe not so embarrassing if she likes what she saw.

“I won’t be able to begin an estimate on the repairs until that woody…I mean tree…is out of that hole…off the roof.”

He swallowed his laughter as he realized he wasn’t the only one affected by raging hormones. That was a relief. Even as he considered the situation, his own eyes wandered and caught the beading of her nipples, just discernable under the covering of her t-shirt. It occurred to him then that they had both been silent for a long time, staring at that damn tree as if it was the most fascinating sight either of them had ever seen. He was trying to figure out the best next move in this delicate situation when the sound of the grandfather clock in the living room announcing the half hour snapped Lesley back to reality.

Hell, he was going to be late.

“If you’d be so kind as to arrange for this tree to be removed, Ms. McKinley, I’d appreciate it. I’d also like an estimate on the repair. I don’t know if my insurance company will want additional quotes or not. I’ll have to get back to you on that.”

“Some do, some don’t,” she replied as she opened her clipboard. “If you’ll just give me a few moments and answer a couple of routine questions, I’ll fill out a work order for you to sign, sir.”

Her snooty tone caught him off guard. It certainly wasn’t his fault they were both in this strange erogenous zone. Screw it, two can play that game. “My neighbor, Mrs. Crosby, will be over in a moment and will lock up after you’re done. I have to get to the university library. Here’s my number. You can let me know when that estimate is ready.”

He held out the business card and raised one eyebrow, daring her to take it. Her frown told him he’d scored a bulls-eye with his response.

“You have to go to the library? Now?”

“Since I’m the Director of Library Services, I’d better.”

“I appreciate the business, Mr. Farmer. I’ll see if I can get Jake over immediately to get this tree out. Then I’ll cover the hole with a tarp. The forecast isn’t calling for rain, but it is spring in southern Ontario. You just never know.”

“Thank you, Ms. McKinley.” Considering her for a moment, he gave in to his inner imp. “I wouldn’t want to get…wet in my bed.”

“Well, if I have anything to say about it, Mr. Farmer, you’ll stay as dry and safe as a kitten.”





ADULT EXCERPT


He’s wearing a tweed jacket and a bowtie, and I am toast.

How could she ever have guessed that seeing the man dressed in such staid clothing would turn her on like this? She swallowed hard and couldn’t take her gaze away from his as he opened the screen door and came inside.

“You have something for me?”

The rasp of his voice sent shivers up and down her spine. Her eyes flicked to the front of his trousers, then back up again, and heat washed through her.

“I do?” Charlie was having trouble concentrating. She wondered how he knew what she wanted to give him. His condition was pretty well right out there, but there was no way he could see through her Capris to know…

Oh, he meant the quote!

She picked up the envelope that had slipped onto her desk from nerveless fingers. She noted that it was shaking in her hand and wondered why that was. Her nipples tightened painfully. She saw that Lesley had his gaze fastened on her hand as well. She would have thought, all things considered, his line of sight would have been drawn higher by a few degrees. But it seemed as if he was working very hard to keep his eyes off her chest. That should have been calming. It shouldn’t have been erotic and arousing. But it was.

“Do you have any idea what the hell is going on between us?” Lesley asked, his voice harsh, his breathing shallow.

“No. No idea. This has never happened to me before.” Charlie dropped the envelope again and took two steps out to the side, away from her desk.

“Not to me, either. We’re both mature, rational adults.” Lesley took one step closer to her, a step that was forward and a little left of where he’d been standing.

“Right. Just because we’re aware of a little chemistry--” Make that a bubbling caldron of caustic chemicals. Her lips were dry and she moistened them with her tongue.

“--doesn’t mean we have to act on it,” Lesley finished.

She watched as he took one last step forward. She moved, too, and mere inches separated them.

“Of course not. We’re certainly in control of our own actions.”

“Certainly.”

Who took that last step Charlie couldn’t say. Reality was her body fused to his in a grasping embrace, her lips and tongue devouring his in a kiss that was hot, wild, and totally carnal. Moans and groans and gasps were interspersed with the action of her shirt being grabbed, removed, and dropped. Charlie shuddered and sighed. Her own hands stilled when her naked breasts were cupped in shaking male hands. Ah, much better than my fantasy, she thought. She melted as his deft fingers stroked and plucked and her nipples responded as if this was the touch they’d craved forever. Then with renewed vigor, she continued the adventure of opening his shirt.

His chest was dusted with brown hair her hands were drawn to explore. She grinned as he cursed softly, his concentration broken. With definite devilry on her mind, she set her mouth on him, licking, nipping, and sucking.

“Minx. Give me your mouth,” he whispered.

She fused her mouth on his again. Surprisingly strong arms lifted her up. She wrapped her arms around him, and their lips locked, their tongues tasted and delved. One hand peeled the Capris from her body. There was no thought of resistance on her part, only of completion. She was being carried, and she didn’t care where. She heard the drag of a zipper, knew she was being lowered and wrapped her legs around his waist. The leather of the weightlifting bench was under her. He pulled her closer and still her mouth clung to his.

“Let me, baby, please let me,” he whispered against her lips.

Reason fled, and all she cared about, all she wanted, was to feel this man, hot and hard, deep inside her. She breathed her agreement then shivered as the hot flesh of his cock nudged aside the crotch of her panties. In response to that heat, to the plea, her hips undulated forward.

“Shit. Fuck. Damn. Condom.” His words were gasped between clenched teeth.

“On the pill. I’m clean. Please!”

“Okay. Me, too.” They both sighed as with one bold stroke he was buried in her to the hilt.

It didn’t matter that they were sitting facing each other straddling an exercise bench. Only the contact between them mattered. Forehead to forehead, eyes locked, they rocked together and apart as the primal rhythm seized them both.

“Yeah, like that, deeper.” Charlie’s cries were in tune with the driving of his flesh into hers. Nothing was important but that she get as much of this magnificent thrusting as she could. His cock was big and she was stretched more than she’d ever been stretched before, but there was no discomfort, only a keen craving for more and still more.

“You’re so hot and wet and tight around me.”

His words enflamed her. Charlie whimpered, as she couldn’t seem to get close enough to him. The rub of his trousers on her sensitive flesh, just below where they were joined, was both an irritant and a stimulant. She was nearly overcome with the urge to lie back and surrender completely. When she moaned again, she felt his fingers seeking and finding her clitoris.

Charlie cried out as she came, her mouth eagerly fastening on Lesley’s, feeling as if he was intent on devouring the sound. Then she felt the hot cock inside her begin to shudder as he came, and she knew they were devouring each other.

“My God,” his words tickled the damp hair just brushing her shoulder, and she had to agree with the sentiment. But she struggled to tell him more.