Three and a half months later…
I step over the flooring being installed in the living room and head into the kitchen where Trey is. I tap a box on the counter. “Ohhhh, are these the light fixtures?”
“Probably,” Trey says, cutting one open with a box cutter. “I can’t believe you got all this done since last week!”
“The boys busted their asses. I just barked orders.” I hired a crew that I’m super happy with. They’re hardworking, down to earth, and fast. They’re also in our budget.
This house is going on the market sooner than we originally planned and I’m dying to see the payout. By my estimate, we’ll pocket six figures and that’s insane to me.
It’s also addicting because Trey’s already put bids on two other houses in the area. Together, we were able to get more done here than either of us anticipated. He’s been pulling long hours at work but was able to negotiate working four days in the office, which means his has longer weekends with us. Beetle’s happy as hell about it too. They spend a lot of time together, playing ball in the backyard or getting into video games.
Glitch and Ara come over for dinner often, and Trey helps complete our family beautifully. The excitement I feel when he pulls into my driveway hasn’t died down. I doubt it ever will. And he’s already made his mind up that he won’t stick with his day job past a year if flipping houses takes off. I think he likes this line of work more than he realized he would.
Or maybe it’s just spending time with me all day while we break things and rebuild them.
Grabbing the sledgehammer, I start whacking at the tile floor in the kitchen. It’s the last room to demo because it took the longest to order materials for.
Wham! I can’t tell you how cathartic this is. Wham! To beat the shit out of a floor. Wham! And watch it crumble at your feet. Wham!
One of my crew members comes in and gives me a wide berth as he goes around me to ask Trey something. I stop beating the ground long enough to wipe the sweat off my forehead.
“Gotta watch her, man. She’s dangerous with that thing.”
“You think that’s bad?” Trey laughs. “You should see the damage she does with a baseball bat.”
“Very funny, you two.” I have a new water heater, by the way. And I now take long, glorious bubble baths every single night even while I’m doing laundry. It’s fantastic. “Besides,” I grunt, lift the sledgehammer up over my shoulder and slam into the tile again. Wham! “That water heater had it coming.”
Trey and I spend the better part of the afternoon in the kitchen. The windows are all open, the fall air keeping us cool all day while we bust our asses, and the suns gone before dinner time. When everyone leaves to go home for the day, he washes his hands and strips out of his shirt.
God, this man is ripped. And all this heavy lifting and extra cardio I give him is definitely not hurting in the abs department. My man is chiseled to perfection.
“Get your sweet ass over here,” he says, hooking his finger at me.
“Yes, Sir.” I saunter over and start undoing my shorts. I love that we end our workdays together like this.
“You want the window or the wall?”
“Both.”
“Greedy little slut.”
That I am. He picks me up and kisses me like a starved man with his first meal in ages while carrying me to the wall first. “You’ve got some nerve wearing these shorts to work.”
He says this about everything I wear. I’m pretty sure Trey would get hard seeing me in a potato sack. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” He bites my bottom lip and pulls it a little. “Fuck, you drive me nuts when you break shit around here.”
“My sledgehammer skills get you all hot and bothered, huh?”
“You have no fucking clue.” He sets me down and pulls my shirt over my head. “Every time you bend over, I get a spectacular view of your ass. And your tits jiggle when your hammer hits home.”
“How about if your hammer hits home right now?” I fumble with his belt buckle and yank his pants down. “I’ve been dying for your dick all day.”
He fists my hair before shoving me down on my knees.
I. Love. This.
Grabbing his balls, I massage them hard and give them a good tug.
“Shhhhiiiiitttt.” He closes his eyes while I suck on the head of his dick. This man rocks my world every damn day. It’s nice to know I do the same for him. Before I get too far, he’s already hoisting me back onto my feet. “I’ve waited all day for your pussy. Fuck if I’m waiting a second longer.”
I pull a condom from my pocket and wiggle out of my shorts while he slides it on. Then he fingers me and laughs. “God damn, you’re soaked.”
“I think it’s the sledgehammer.”
His deep laugh rumbles my ear as he lifts me up against the wall and slides home. This man fills me to the brim and my body accepts it every time. I swear I’m built to get fucked by Trey. I like the idea of being his personal toy. I love when he gets so riled up, he can’t hold back anymore and loses control with me. I love how it burns and stretches and makes me detonate.
I love how we are together.
“I love you,” I say, clinging to him for dear life.
“I love you, too, Erin.” He pulls out and slides back into me, robbing me of breath. “I’m going to love you until I’m dust.”
We hit all four walls in the living room, and then he presses me against the sliding backdoor. I’m thrilled that there’s a chance neighbors might see, but I doubt they can. It’s dark in here.
Trey fucks me until I’m seeing stars. “You take my dick so well.”
“You fuck my pussy like you own it.”
“I do own it.”
I watch him slide in out of me. “Flip me over, take me from the back.”
“As my queen wishes.”
That’s the thing about Trey. He treats me like a queen even when he fucks me like a whore. It’s amazing.
My tits smash on the glass when he presses me against the window. “You want everyone to see your beautiful body get fucked, Erin?” He kicks my legs wider and angles his dick, pressing it against my pussy. “Yes or no?”
“Yes.” And no. I like the idea of it, but Trey knows I don’t really want anyone to witness what we do together. I love the idea of almost being caught and nothing past that.
“You like when I fuck your sweet cunt like this?” He shoves into me, and I gasp. “Yes or no?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” He pulls out and slams home again.
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s a good girl.”
My body heats with his words. Tucking my arm behind my back, I wiggle my fingers, giving him the signal that I want him to hold on to me.
He laces his hand in mine and fucks me until I’m screaming his name.
“That’s right, slut. Come all over my dick.”
I do.
Twice.
Afterwards, we head home and I’m so satisfied, I can’t even begin to think about all the work we have to get done tomorrow. Glitch took Beetle for the night. They’re going to some anime art show thing with Ara and he won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon.
“You head upstairs and take a bath,” Trey says, smacking my ass. “I’ll start dinner.”
“I can make it.”
“I know you can. But I like taking care of you.”
That’s good. I like him taking care of me too.
Taking the steps, two at a time, I run my hands up the freshly painted walls of my house. We had a painting party with Glitch, Ara, Beetle, and Trey about two months ago and I refreshed the entire color palette of my house. I also bought new, darker carpet for the living room. No new couch yet, but I’m fine with that. My ass fits perfectly in the dip it’s taken me years to create in the sofa I have.
I stop at the top of the stairs and look at the framed picture of me, Trey, and Brendan from Glitch’s wedding. We look like a family. I love that we look like that. I love that we feel like that.
Trey’s been a part of my family longer than I let myself realize.
Once I get the tub filled, I pick out a bath bomb from the gigantic basket Trey made me a few weeks ago, and drop one in. It fizzles and leeches out a teal blue color. I light some candles and turn off the lights. Then I slip into the hot bubbles and sigh.
“What bomb this time?” Trey asks as he slips out of his clothes.
“The mermaid one.”
“Nice.”
I lean forward so he can slide in behind me. I can’t believe how well we fit together. Even in this small bathtub, we manage to make it work.
“What’s going through your head, Erin?”
“How do you know I’m thinking about anything?”
“Smoke billows out of your ears.”
I laugh against his chest. “I was just thinking about how we fit so perfectly together.”
“That we do, baby. That. We. Do.”
We spend the night eating Chinese takeout—because he totally cheated and ordered it so he could spend bubble bath time with me instead of cooking—and the rest of the night I laid in his arms, dreaming about what life with Trey will be like.
My future’s so bright, my heart is so full, and my family is now perfect.
