Too Hard(5)

She holds out her hand, and when Owen reaches to shake it I get out from under the sink and block him.

“This is going to need a lot of repairs,” I say, pointing to the damage. “I can come back tomorrow and fix this for you.”

Why am I saying this? I don't have time to come back out here and fix this for her. It’s not even my problem and Dave will be back in a couple of days and he can take care of it. It’s not going to get any worse by then.

“I have a contractor who is coming tomorrow, but I’m not sure what he’s going to charge me,” she says as she crosses her arms and pushes her tits up. “Do you think you could give me a quote and I can compare the prices?”

“Our dad is the best in town,” Elijah pipes in, and I feel a twinge of pride as he talks about the work I do. “No matter what the other quote is, our dad is the one you should go with.”

“So far I like what I see.” Her eyes move up and down my body so quickly that I think I imagined it.

All of a sudden I’ve got fantasies of sliding my cock between her thick thighs and cumming in between them. She looks so soft there and it would feel like I was cumming in her without the risk of getting her pregnant.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath as I pack up my tools. Where the hell did that thought come from? She’s too fucking young for me to be thinking about that. I should let my boys talk to her. Hell, she’s legal and they’re close to it, so it’s better than them chasing sixteen-year-old pussy and trying not to get caught.

“What was your name again?” Harlow asks as she moves closer me.

“Butch,” I grumble, grabbing a card out of my toolbox and leaving it on the counter. “You can reach me at that number and let me know about tomorrow.” I sling my belt over my shoulder and nod to her as I push the boys out the door.

“Hey, Butch,” she says, putting her hand on my forearm to stops me from leaving. “Thanks for coming.”

My mind whirls with what she’s just said and how that would sound with her on her knees in front of me. The way she’s looking at me now, I wonder if she’s ever had a cock on her lips.

“Anytime,” I say as I nod to the card. “You have my number.”

I walk out and hear the door close behind me as I follow the boys to the truck. When I get in the cab I grip the steering wheel and take one last look at her window. I think for a second I see the curtain move, but I’m probably wrong. My mind is all over the place tonight and I need to remind myself that a girl like that is off limits. I’m old enough to be her dad and she was probably just being nice. I’m a dirty motherfucker for all the thoughts I’ve had and getting some distance is good.

“Holy fucking shit.” Elijah says from the back seat and I see him lean his head back. “Did that just really happen?”

“Watch your mouth,” I say, pulling out of the parking lot and driving towards the house.

“I can’t believe we just met BlackoutBomb. She’s a badass.” Owen is beside me and I look over and see him adjust in his seat and I’m annoyed.

“It’s just a girl. You two need to get yourselves under control.” My knuckles are turning white and I’m talking to myself as much as to them.

“Seriously, Dad? Maybe you need to get laid, because that was some high-quality shit back there and you’re acting like it was old Mrs. Krabappel with a broken toilet.” He curses again and then I hear him laugh. “I can’t wait to get home. I’m going to have the sweetest dreams tonight.”

My skin crawls when I think about the boys doing stuff to the image of Harlow. Why do I feel so protective of her and why do I care? It must be because I’m a dad and I have an instinct for it.

I’m too fucking hard for someone I can’t have.





Chapter Three





Harlow





I fidget with the card Butch gave me because I’m unable to put it down. I’ve had it locked tightly in my hand since he left it because I’m worried that if I put it down I might lose it. My place is a mess, and I should try and do some damage control before my cousin shows up here tomorrow with the other contractor. She’s going to kill me, but maybe if I clean it up a bit it won’t look so bad.

The boys with Butch tried to clean some of it up for me, but Butch was pretty much pushing them through the door to get them out of here. One second I thought he might be checking me out and the next he couldn't get away from me fast enough.

I take the card over to my laptop and place it safely next to it.

I can’t stop thinking of Butch standing there when I opened the door. I felt a calm roll over me and the constant chatter in my head stopped for a moment as I took him in. I thought he was handsome, but that’s not the right word. He’s sexy as hell in a rugged, worked hard way and he has to be one of the hottest men I’ve ever seen. He reminded me of one of those badass Navy SEALs from Call of Duty—a game I spend way too much time on. If I didn't know any better I would think one of my fantasies has finally come to life and he came to save the day!

It was cute when the boys knew who I was, but Butch didn't look as though he cared when they mentioned my name. It isn’t some big pride of mine that I’m really good at Call of Duty, but for some reason I wanted him to perk up at it and show some interest. He hadn't and I’m pretty sure he snapped at the boys to get back to work.