Page 1 of Flushing His Pipe
Chapter one
Jameson
Music filters through the wooden door in front of me. I take a deep breath and raise my fist to knock, but Naomi's voice stops me in my tracks.
"Good boy. Come."
The tinkling sounds of a collar let me know she's talking to her dog, Fred, but my dick jumps to attention all the same, ready to do her bidding.
"You're such a good boy."
I glance behind me, hoping nobody catches me eavesdropping. My heart pounds in my chest, my palms are sweaty, and hell, if my cock isn't already hard for the sexy, curvy woman behind thisdoor. I’m at half-mast, knowing I’m going to see her. Hearing her voice is like airborne Viagra.
"Do you like it like that?"
Oh, fuck. Who knew there were so many normal things you can say to a pet that are filthy when taken out of context?
I shake my head, trying to force myself to knock and end my misery, but I can't stop listening to her soft, soothing voice, even if her words aren’t intended for me.
Naomi is one of Violet's best friends, and she’s now living on the construction site as we finish up renovations on the reception hall for Brooks and Violet. It isn't ideal, but Violet insisted. Naomi was instrumental in getting Brooks and Violet together, so if she's willing to live in dust and noise, Violet wants us to make it happen.
We're on schedule, but only by working early mornings. Naomi has taken up temporary residence in the bridal accommodations studio, which is an annex to the ceremony space. It has a kitchen, two bathrooms, two bedrooms, and a large living room space. But we haven't finished the work, so I'm constantly interrupting her.
"Awww. You just need some good loving, don't you?"
Well, if that doesn't hit the nail on the head, darling.
I adjust the hard bulge pressing painfully against my zipper. For some fucking reason, the baby voice she's using with her dog is only making me harder. The flash of Naomi's belly swollen with my baby hits me like a ton of bricks, and I place a hand against the wall to steady myself.
Holy shit.
What is wrong with me?
"All right, let me finish this, and I'll give you a good rub."
Oh, for fuck's sake. I bring my fist down on the door louder than I intended and cringe. I'm a growly beast around this woman, even more so than usual, but I can't help it. She makesme want something I swore off years ago, and I know I’ll only bring her misery if I act on it.
"Come on in, Jameson." Naomi's voice floats from the other side of the door.
I texted her that I was on my way—something I do each time now after catching her in nothing but a towel on a previous visit.
My heart almost stops when I open the door and peek inside. Naomi is in a yoga position, her ass straight up in the air.
"Hey there," Naomi greets me upside down.
I tear my eyes away from her luscious backside long enough to nod. "Excuse me," I mutter, bending to scratch her dog's ears.
Fred gazes up at me, happily burrowing into my legs.
"That's his version of a grin," Naomi says as she brings her hips down to the floor and turns to sit on her mat. "You should be honored. Fred doesn't usually like men."
An irrational flash of anger fires through me.What other men has he had to deal with?I want to demand their names, but I merely grunt in response.
"What do you need to work on today?" Naomi asks.
I meet her blue eyes for the first time since walking into her space. Soulful. That's the word I would use to describe Naomi's eyes. She's gorgeous, tall, curvy, and more flexible than a pipe cleaner, but her eyes have a depth that calls to my soul.
"Uh, I need to measure for the baseboards." I shake my head, trying to rid myself of the spell she's put me under.
