CHAPTER SEVEN

FERN

When the knock comes the next morning, I already know it's Alex.

"More water?" I ask as my eyes run over him. He's similarly outfitted to how he was yesterday, dirty jeans and a well-worn blue T-shirt. His smile is just as bright and makes my stomach flip as desire curls in my middle.

He rests a muscular forearm against the doorframe and looms over me in a way I find strangely appealing. "No. I wanted to say good morning and see how the rest of your day went," he says.

It's hard not to squirm with his gaze resting on me. I deliberately came back well after my shift yesterday because I didn't want to drive back in and chance having all those guys still here watching me unable to even back out of my own driveway. Alex being there was fine.

Okay, Alex is more than fine. Not only is he extremely pleasant to look at, but he's also surprisingly approachable. He also makes me feel far too much. I'm prepared for that. And honestly, I don't have time for it. Right now, I need to concentrate on getting my life back on track.

I try not to breathe in the amazing scent of him and keep myself carefully detached as I reply. "Good morning to you. My day was fine. Thank you."

I'm also lying. My day sucked.

The dark slashes of his brows rise up. "Your idea of fine must be different from mine. It doesn't sound like it went fine at all."

His seeing right through me deflates me a little and I suck my lower lip between my teeth. "You know how it is. Work gets to you, and you wish you could quit and strut out with your head held high." I roll my shoulders and the careless laugh I was aiming for instead sounds sad and defeated.

"Sorry, but I don't."

My jaw about drops. This man works at a septic company. Not only is he out in the hot sun, and I'm sure winter isn't that great either, but he has to deal with literal crap. It's probably one of the worst jobs imaginable.

"You… like your job?"

His grin stretches wider, showing off more of his big white teeth. "Crazy, right? Seriously, once you get used to it, it's not bad. I like being outdoors, going from place to place." His already wide grin grows. "Meeting new people. No two days are alike." His big body tilts toward me as his head lowers and I'm drawn like a magnet, leaning out of the doorway, my body aching to get closer.

"So yes, I enjoy my job."

I laugh. "You have a fabulous outlook. I envy you that."

That big body of his shifts and I can feel the warmth and smell the sun-cooked scent of him. "And you don't?" he asks quietly.

Oh boy. I could probably complain about my problems for a solid hour and still have more to gripe about.

Something in his blue eyes says he wouldn't mind listening. I'm opening my mouth to spill my woes when a big truck with a trailer loaded down with a gray cement block pulls up on my lawn.

Whatever it is is huge and my parted lips sag.

Alex's nose glides along my cheek as he whispers close to my ear. "Say hello to your new septic tank."

A shiver shakes my body at that far too brief touch. My throat is dry as I sputter, "That's enormous."

"It is pretty big, but you need it."

His tone is husky and teasing, and my eyes drop to the crotch of his jeans. The very faded and very snug crotch where the bulge of a pretty nice dick is snuggled off to the left. Even from here, I can tell that he's not hard, and that's his soft dick taking up that space. Heat immediately floods both my face and my pussy as desire steals my breath.

Alex's hand brushes my arm as he gestures behind me to my backyard. "For a house your size, this tank is pretty standard." The grin leaves his lips as his brows lower. "You didn't read over the specs?"

Trying to shake off the lust practically making my skin crawl, I toss up my hands and take a slight step back, putting some well needed space between myself and tempting Alex. "What do I know about any of this? So no, I didn't read it over."

"This is important," he puts in gently.

"Boy is it," I mutter, thinking about how much this stupid septic business has held me up getting the house listed.

A gusty sigh leaves his deep chest. "I better get back to work. Bye Fern."

There's regret in his tone, like he actually would rather stay here chatting with me instead of returning to a job that he claims to enjoy.

Warmth that has nothing to do with lust spreads through me at the thought that maybe he likes my company.

Perhaps he's that friendly of a person and this is all part of customer service for him. If that's the case, Alex nails it.

"Bye Alex."

Closing the door, I have to admit that I am curious about the big septic tank. Not as interested as I am in Alex's big package, but that I'm not going to get to see.

The tank installation I can watch.

The window in the guest bedroom upstairs gives me the best view, so I haul my black folding canvas camp chair up there and sit down to watch.

The hole for the tank doesn't seem nearly deep enough for the huge tank and I hold my breath as the truck expertly backs up and the attached crane lifts the tank up by the thick yellow straps attached to it.

Alex and three other men are guiding it into the hole, and it nestles perfectly in place. My breath catches as I imagine Alex fitting inside me just as perfectly. Unless I'm mistaken, I think it would be more of a tight squeeze involving both of us moaning and panting as he carefully feeds me his dick, and I thrash and beg asking if he's finally all in. He'd patiently circle my clit with those big, blunt-tipped fingers of his and as I gushed and shuddered around him, he'd shove the remaining several inches inside leaving me straining around his length as he filled all the room my pussy had to give.

I shift on the seat, feeling a tad mortified by how slick my inner thighs are as my pussy throbs.

Still watching the men below, I undo my shorts and slip a hand inside my panties, letting out a shocked gasp when I find out exactly how wet I am.

Parting my legs, I ghost my fingers over my hard clit before sliding my swollen inner lips apart and sinking a fingertip into my soaked entrance.

My gaze is riveted to Alex as he crouches down and undoes the straps around the tank. The back of his shirt is damp with sweat, sticking wetly to the hard shifting muscles under it. And that ass!

It's full and firm and begs to be smacked.

Or bit.

Just a tiny nibble.

His ass is probably pale since it doesn't get all the sun exposure like his face and arms do.

A naughty thought hits me, and I shudder. What if he's that golden tan all over because he sunbathes in the nude? That big body stretched out on a beach towel, sweat collecting and glistening on his rock-hard pecs before sliding down his sides and falling into the rippling muscles of his stomach. His long thick cock would be resting on his thigh, and he'd have to nudge it over to the other thigh so it wouldn't leave a pale mark on his leg.

Or he'd take it in hand, stroking it to full, straining hardness, his head tossed back, and eyes squeezed tight as he moved his hand faster and faster.

I thrust my finger inside myself and let out a tiny moan at the feel of my hot and wet pussy clamping down on it. Slowly, I circle my clit and close my eyes as I ease another finger inside me. I feel full, but nowhere close to the fullness I crave. The fullness of Alex's cock stretching me as he fucked me.

Opening my eyes, I glance down and freeze as Alex stares up at me. Panic fills me that he can somehow see that I have my hand down my shorts and that I'm getting off thinking about him stroking his cock or better yet shoving it into my hot and ready pussy.

My inner muscles squeeze my fingers, and a whimper escapes my parted lips.

Alex smiles and I rock my fingers inside myself. He turns back to his work, picking up a shovel and beginning to fill in the hole and cover the tank with dark soil.

I strum my clit and arch my hips forward, grinding myself against the hand between my thighs. With my other hand, I cup my breast and press my palm hard into my jutting nipple, letting out a hiss at the zing it sends straight down to my pulsating clit.

My gaze stays pinned to Alex as I finger myself.

"You're big, but I can handle you, Alex," I whisper, pushing a third finger alongside the two already within my snug channel. It's a stretch, even with how wet I am, and my inner walls flutter wildly as I'm bombarded with sensations.

Ragged breaths puff through my parted lips as need pounds through me. The wet slurp of my pussy swallowing my fingers sounds so loud that for a moment I wonder if the men below can hear it and if they all have hard-ons.

There's only one dick down there I want, and I moan his name as my body shudders as an impeding orgasm teases me. I'm so close, so close that it hurts.

My thumb digs deep into my clit. Alex lifts his head, his blue eyes clashing with mine for a second before I throw my head back as a shattering climax seizes my body.

"Alex!" I cry out as I come and surrender to the sweet pleasure singing through me.