Worked Hard (Eye Candy Handyman Book 2) Read online

  Table of Contents

  Epilogue

  Title Page

  Eye Candy Handyman Series

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  FULL SERVICE SNEAK PEEK

  Also By Nix And Falon

  Acknowledgments

  Worked Hard

  Falon Stone

  Nix Stone

  Contents

  Title Page

  Eye Candy Handyman Series

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Epilogue

  FULL SERVICE SNEAK PEEK

  Also By Nix And Falon

  Acknowledgments

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  Publisher © Falon Stone & Nix Stone

  Copyright March 16, 2017

  Editor Lisa A. Hollett

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  Formatted by Nix Stone

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  1

  I answer the phone even though I should ignore it. It’s Darby, the office manager at Eye Candy Handymen and the one who keeps our asses in line.

  “There’s a bid you need to fit in tomorrow,” she tells me, knowing that I’m swamped.

  She’s been with us since the day we opened the doors and has been a lifesaver, but she’s so bossy that sometimes I think she forgets I’m part owner of the company.

  “What do you have for me?” There’s no point in arguing with her. She wouldn’t have called me if Hunter wasn’t already busy, and one of us needs to do it. Even though we’ve hired a few new people, we still can’t keep up with the demand.

  “The Palomino Pony at 7906 High Street.”

  “Never heard of it.”

  “It’s an old Irish saloon. Lucky’s was the name of it back in the day. Ms. Barbara Hawkins, the new owner, wants a total remodel so she can open up with a new concept.”

  “Shoot me her number and address, and I’ll head over there.”

  “Number’s on the way. Bye.”

  The number for the Palomino Pony comes across my screen, and I dial it immediately. Typically, I’d put off the phone call, but I’m driving and have a little time on my hands.

  “Hello.” The voice is sultry and inviting.

  My imagination goes wild as I picture the vixen on the other end of the phone. Is she blond? Maybe she’s a brunette? Either works for me. I’m a man who likes variety, not willing to settle for the same woman two nights in a row. I’ve always had an insatiable appetite for sex and can never seem to find the girl who makes me want to settle down.

  “Ms. Hawkins, this is Garrett Johnson with Eye Candy Handymen.”

  “Yes, that’s correct and please call me Barbie.”

  “Sorry about that. Barbie, I’m told you need an estimate as soon as possible.”

  “I’m from LA and purchased a building in Tampa and want to turn it into a club. I saw your ad in the local paper, and I think your company is just what I’ve been searching for.”

  “What kind of club are you planning?”

  “It’ll be a male/female strip club. There will be male strippers on one side and female strippers on the other side. I have one in Los Angeles just like it, and it's been a smashing success. I figured I would give it a shot here in Tampa.”

  “Interesting.” My attraction to this woman went from moderate to extreme in a single sentence. A club like this could do huge business in the area and is just the type of place I’d hang out. What’s better than a bunch of horny women after they’ve watched male strippers? It’s the perfect picking grounds for single guys like myself.

  “I figure it’ll take a few weeks, if not a little longer, to get everything redone before I can get the business up and running. So I thought, why not have some hot men to look at while I’m here?”

  “I’m your guy, Barbie. I think we’re a perfect fit. How does tomorrow around 3:30 sound?” Really, I’m ready to ditch the job I’m on now and head right over there to meet Barbie and get a view of both her and the space.

  “Can we make it a little later than that, hun? I have a wax appointment at the spa in the late afternoon.”

  “Wow, that sounds painful.”

  “Have to get a bikini wax if I’m going to be spending time at the beaches while I’m here.” She chuckles.

  Whoa! This one isn’t shy at all.

  “How does six sound?” I ask, and my mind is reeling from the thought of her getting her pussy waxed. I’ve always loved them well-groomed—and especially when they’re hairless.

  “That sounds great, Garrett. I look forward to meeting you.”

  “See you tomorrow, then,” I tell her, but I’m the one looking forward to tomorrow. “Bye, Barbara.”

  “Barbie,” she corrects me. “Until then.”

  “Until then, Barbie.” There’s a giant smile on my face as I hang up the phone. I immediately scroll through my call log until I find Chaz’s number and tap the screen, excited to share the news and get his ass ready to work.

  He answers, panting for breath, and I can’t tell if he’s working hard or getting laid. “Hey, Garrett.”

  “For fuck’s sake. Chaz, do you ever keep it in your pants?” I chuckle, because the bastard is always out of breath.

  “I’m painting as fast as I can because I promised Kali I’d finish her bedroom for her since it’s my day off.”

  Kali and Chaz have been dating for a few months. She’s really out of his league and he knows it, but he sticks around for the amazing sex. How do I know it’s amazing? Because I’ve fucked Kali more than once after Chaz asked me to make all her fantasies come true.

  “I’m meeting with a new client tomorrow, and I’m going to need your help with this job.”

  “Why don’t you drop by for a beer and give me a hand with painting? I know you don’t have shit going on the rest of the day, and Kali would love to see you.”

  That’s enough to get my butt in gear. Kali is one hot piece of ass, and the fact that Chaz likes to share her has me heading over to their place without a second thought. “Okay. Sweet. See you in twenty.” I hang up and toss my phone onto the passenger seat, making a beeline for Kali’s place.

  She’s about 5’9”, with long black hair and a body that looks like she’s spent hundreds of hours in the gym. Somehow Chaz ended up with someone as sexy as her, and I’ll never figure it out how he did it.

  Don’t
get me wrong, since we started this business three years ago, I have had my share of hotties, but nothing like Chaz. That bastard is always hooking up with women who look like they came straight off a page of a nudie magazine.

  Twenty minutes later, Kali answers the door wearing nothing but a pair of almost see-through gray yoga pants and sports bra that shows off her breasts perfectly. “Hey, handsome,” she says before wiping the sweat that’s trickling down her chest with a towel she had slung over her shoulder. “Sorry, I was on the treadmill. Come on in. Chaz said you would be stopping by to give him a hand.”

  “I’m always here when you guys need me.” I’m staring at her sweat-soaked top and hard nipples that I’ve had in my mouth more than once.

  Chaz and Kali have only been a couple for a few months, but they’re not the typical all-American one man and one woman couple. They have a very open relationship and have invited me into their bed more than once. I’ve never said no, because fucking Kali isn’t something I want to pass up.

  She walks away, and her tight ass cheeks mesmerize me. I shouldn’t be so spellbound by them, but I can’t stop myself from staring at their perfect little jiggle. “He’s in the bedroom,” she says as she pulls her sports bra over her head.

  Fuck.

  “Hey, grab a roller,” Chaz says, pointing toward the paint bucket, not even paying attention to the fact Kali’s tits are hanging out.

  “All right, boys. I’m going to jump in the shower. Anything you need before I go?” she asks, giving Chaz a pat on his ass as she walks by him on the ladder.

  “Nope,” Chaz chuckles. “We are good here, babe. Unless you need a little help?”

  “Fuck,” I mutter under my breath. I already have a hard-on from the thirty seconds I’ve been here, and there’s nothing I want more than to sink my dick into Kali’s beautiful pussy.

  “You boys look like you could use a shower too. Want to join me?” she asks, sliding her yoga pants down her legs.

  My mouth waters at the sight of her neatly trimmed pussy, and I say a silent prayer, hoping Chaz is in the mood too.

  “We’re always game, babe. We just want to make you happy.” He climbs down from the ladder, motioning for me to follow them both into the bathroom, which I do with enthusiasm.

  It’s kind of odd how they include me. He never uses “I” when I’m around, only “we.” It’s nice that he likes to include me, but sometimes it fucks with my head. I could give a shit if Kali is happy. I just want to get mine and get the fuck out. If she comes in the process, then more power to her, but this one is all about me. This isn’t my relationship.

  Chaz kisses her as I press my cock against her ass and cup a breast in each hand. My head’s spinning from the sensation and the visual. Shit gets me every damn time. It’s like watching porn and getting off—but without stroking my own dick.

  It’s a win-win in my book.

  I always stick to the bro code when it comes to threesomes with them—no looking at his junk, don’t stare into his eyes, and never touch his dick. This is about Kali, filling her every hole, fulfilling her fantasy, and getting as much pleasure as I possibly can because I’m a greedy prick, and I make no apologies either.

  “Fuck, you’re always so horny,” Chaz moans after he pulls away from her, too caught up in getting his cock stroked to kiss her.

  Poor guy.

  He’s smitten with her, but she’s way out of his league. I can’t see them lasting more than a few more months before they burn out in the most horrendous and glorious way.

  She’s more my type, minus the wanting to fuck other guys thing. She’s a free-spirit with a huge side of kink. Any girl who will bang two dudes at once is right up my fucking alley. Not marrying material, of course, but I’m not ready for that big of a step anyway.

  “You make me so wet, Chaz. You and that giant cock of yours,” she whispers against his lips, but she reaches back and unzips my jeans. “I can’t get enough of it.” She sticks her hand in my pants, fisting my dick tightly in her grip.

  I bite down on her neck as she strokes my hardened dick in unison with Chaz’s, not weirded out by the fact that she was talking about the size of his pecker while stroking mine. Even though it’s against the bro code, I’ve seen his dick, and it isn’t as impressive as mine. She can say what she wants, but all three of us know who wins in the size department.

  We quickly undress as we follow her toward the shower, dropping our clothes as we walk. Chaz and I stand there completely naked while she turns on the water and tests it.

  We glance at each other and do a quick chin lift that lets the other know we’re down with this, like we always do to make sure there won’t be an issue later.

  Chaz glances down at my dick, and I wonder if he had read my mind earlier. I flex, making sure to wave it at him to remind him in case he forgot. I’m the big man on the block, not him. It’s a dick move, literally. Here the man is, letting me share his girlfriend, and I’m being an asshole by reminding him that my cock is significantly bigger.

  But he’s broken the threesome code and deserved the jab.

  “You both have such beautiful cocks,” she says, walking into the shower and motioning for us to join her. “I need to taste them.”

  Chaz steps in front of me, entering the large shower first, but I quickly follow. We stand at her sides, and my cock’s poking her in the leg.

  She wraps her hand around my shaft and glances between us. “I don’t know who to suck first.” She drops to her knees, and my cock twitches in anticipation.

  “Take them both in your mouth,” Chaz says, grabbing a fistful of her hair.

  I fight the urge to roll my eyes at his stupidity. Maybe his pecker is small enough that she could possibly fit two of them in her mouth, but mine is way too large for that trick. Most women complain that the corners of their mouth might actually split from my thickness. “Don’t be fucking stupid, Chaz.”

  “Who’s going to give me some pleasure?” She sits down on the shower seat and spreads her legs, slowly stroking her fingertips over her pussy.

  “I got this,” I say, pushing Chaz out of the way when he hesitates. He can get his dick sucked first while I bury my face between her legs. I get down on my knees and bury my face in her sweet cunt, licking slowly because I want to draw this out as long as possible.

  “Mmm,” she moans and pushes my face harder against her flesh. “Come closer, Chaz. I want that cock in my mouth.”

  He stands at her side, far enough away that he doesn’t touch me. Thank God. He and I would’ve had a come to Jesus moment where I would have had to explain the threesome code to him again. The devil’s triangle isn’t that fucking hard, but the man makes shit more difficult than it has to be. But thankfully, I don’t have to. Not yet, at least.

  “Fuck, Kali,” he exhales, and she moans her appreciation around his cock.

  I keep licking, too engrossed in her softness and scent to care about his cock and the blow job she’s giving him. I’ll get mine. I always do in the end.

  My knees ache from the bumpy tile floor in the shower, but I ignore the bite against my skin. As I run my fingers through her wetness, I ache to be inside her. She opens her legs wider as I push two fingers inside and latch my mouth around her clit with a soft flick of my tongue.

  “Garrett,” Kali’s voice is breathy and wanton. She pauses and waits for me to stare up at her, but I don’t move my lips away from her skin. “I want you to fill me. I want every hole stuffed.” She’s holding Chaz’s cock in her hands, just in front of her mouth, but looking only at me.

  When a beautiful woman asks you to fuck her, you do it without hesitation.

  I stand up as she crawls down to the tile and gets on all fours with her ass on full display. I guide the head of my cock against her pussy, rubbing my dick up and down until it’s fully coated with her slickness before I push it inside. Inch by inch, I fill her, gripping her hips with my hands and digging my fingertips into her skin. My legs shake from the sensati
on as the pleasure of being inside her permeates my body.

  I’m fully seated, my cock filling her as much as possible. I pause, letting myself enjoy the moment, but Kali has other plans. She’s not a patient lover. She’s more on the greedy end of the spectrum, just like me. When I don’t move right away, she pulls her bottom away and slams back down against my cock with a loud moan.

  I slap her ass in warning. “You’ll take what I give you, Kali. Be a good girl, or I won’t pleasure you here,” I say, pressing my fingertip against her asshole. Her pussy contracts around my dick, and I grit my teeth to keep my voice firm. “You want this filled?”

  “Mm,” she moans against Chaz’s dick and wiggles her ass against me.

  I pull out and drive my cock into her with so much force that her body lurches forward and Chaz’s cock slams into the back of her throat, causing her to gag. My grip intensifies on her hip, finding my pace while I wet my thumb against my tongue before pressing it against her ass again. Her back arches, pushing her hips closer to me, wanting her ass filled while I fuck her.

  I push my thumb inside, slowly letting her adjust to the welcomed intrusion. As her ass relaxes, I start to pull back and thrust back into her, alternating the rhythm of my cock and thumb. She doesn’t go a second without either her pussy or ass filled by me.

  She rocks, rotating her hips, trying to get more of me while she sucks Chaz’s cock faster and harder. He’s shivering, but I’m not looking at him. His body is almost in a full-on convulsion that I can’t avoid seeing, even when I’m looking down at only her.

  I thrust into her as hard as I can, my body slamming against her ass cheeks as my thumb hooks into her ass. Each thrust forces her forward onto Chaz’s cock before she bounces backward, pushing me deeper.

  “I’m coming,” he says, pulling out of her mouth and stroking his cock until he explodes onto her face. She loves it, moaning through the entire thing as his body trembles.

  He never comes in her mouth. I’ll never understand why. When a woman is sucking my cock, I want her to swallow every inch of me and take everything I have to give with so much excitement that I know she wants me. But Chaz is the opposite, and Kali gives him whatever he wants.