Page 6 of Working for Him
At this rate, I’ll have to take a shower before Daddy gets me naked. Mrs. Miller comes out in her skimpy swimsuit. I can’t help but look to see what Daddy thinks. He doesn’t even look, he just keeps mowing the lawn.
He has his earbuds in, just like I do. I don’t know what he’s listening to, but every time he looks over at me, I feel a shiver skitter down my spine.
Mrs. Miller saunters to the pool, dropping a towel on a nearby lounge and kicking off her sandals. She walks right to the edge, then dives in. I’m jealous, not of her body, not if Daddy would rather have mine. I’m jealous of her being able to dive into the cool water, of her being able to wash away any sweat that accumulated in the momentary walk from her house to the pool.
I take my bottle of water and pour a little down the back of my neck to cool off. I wore a light colored tank top in an attempt to keep cool, but maybe I should wear a darker color so I can get it wet without it being transparent. I can’t exactly take my shirt off like Daddy and Rubio do.
I’m weeding one of the small patches of flowers when I feel a hand wrap around the back of my neck. Then Daddy’s lips are next to my ear.
“Careful. Wouldn’t want you showing off what’s mine.”
My skin tingles at his words. “I won’t.”
“Good girl. Rubio and I are done, so we’ll help you weed. My last job of the day cancelled for this week. We’re down to one job after this one.”
I nod as anticipation lights my blood.
Chapter 5
Nate
Nate
I don’t knowthat I’ve ever moved this fast in my life. I’m usually a perfectionist, especially at work. That’s how I get away with charging more than other landscape companies, but still have more work than I can handle. I’ve been considering adding another team and a few part-time workers for people who want to add on things we don’t typically do.
I have my hands full trying to keep up with the business I have. I can already see that Vannah’s a hard worker. She hasn’t once complained except to say that she doesn’t need the easy, shaded jobs. Her skin is a lot paler than mine and I want to keep it that way, at least until I get to see her naked.
I look over at her again. She’s raking up leaves and seedpods, gathering them and piling them on the tarp. Every time I look at her, Rubio laughs. That tells me I’m not half as inconspicuous as I think I am.
He’s been teasing me that I didn’t even last a day. It’s hard to believe this is the first day Vannah’s been working for me. It feels like she’s been teasing me a lifetime with her braless tits. Makes me wonder if she’s wearing panties.
I refuse to ask her that question. If she told me she was running around commando, I wouldn’t have been able to resist tugging those little shorts aside and fucking her right there in the back seat of my truck.
I won’t to take her virginity in the back seat of the car. It’s just too cliché when I have a big house with more than one bed and about a million other surfaces that will offer a lot more room than the back seat.
I try to remind myself of all these things as we drive back to my house. Vannah has herself spread in front of the air conditioner. Little wisps of hair float around her face and her nipples are tight and stiff again. Only ten more minutes and then we’ll be home where Rubio can pick up his car and hopefully leave as soon as we unload my truck.
I sigh when I pull into my driveway. I have a corner lot with lots of land. I built a second, detached garage that I use for my work truck and all the equipment for all three teams. Since our last job of the day was cancelled, we’ve beat the other teams back. I lower the ramp as Rubio starts unstrapping the mower.
Within five minutes, we have the truck bed empty and everything is where it belongs. Rubio and his wife work opposite shifts. She’s a nurse and who works graveyards. That’s why he likes working early mornings. His wife works ten to six, so while his kids are at school, she sleeps and he works. Then they have the evenings together.
As soon as Rubio pulls away, I have Vannah’s hand in mind. We head across the lawn to my house, but we don’t even make it that far. As soon as I have her in the privacy of my fenced yard, I press her against the wood planks and kiss her.
She opens for me immediately, pressing her body against mine. But I put some space between us so that I can yank her tank top over her head. I toss it aside and go straight for the button on her shorts. When the zipper’s undone, I tug her against me, skin on skin since my shirt’s tucked in the back pocket of my shorts.
I groan at the feel of her pointed nipples dragging along my abs. And when I slip my hands down the back of the gaping waistband of her jeans, I suck in a breath. My hands meet nothing but soft, bouncy skin. I grip the bare cheeks of her ass and lift her, taking her mouth even harder than before.
Her hands slip between us, undoing my shorts like I did with hers. I almost wish I would have gone commando as well. But she’s easily able to slide inside my boxers and wrap her soft hand around my cock. I thrust forward immediately, knowing that even if I come now, I’ll be able to get it up again, knowing that Vannah’s untouched, mine.
Then she lets go. I’m about ready to put her hand right back where it was when she starts pushing down the material at my hips. I set her down on her feet and help it along. When my shorts and boxers fall to my ankles, Vannah sinks to her knees.
Fuck.
“Vannah, much as I want those sweet lips stretched around my cock. There’ll be plenty of time for that. I want you on my mattress, thighs spread wide, wet and ready.”
“I want to taste you, Daddy.”
That last word. It’s such a temptation. My cock bounces in response and she doesn’t miss it because it’s right in front of her face. Her fingers wrap around the base as she licks the tip.
