Chapter 2

Two

JUSTIN

T he demon seductress stands there looking perky, young, and fertile . Immediately, my cock rages to a painful erection, pressing on the zipper of my jeans. My hands run through my salt and pepper hair, then tug on the ends with frustration. Just to keep them off her. To stop myself from running over there and taking her.

Why did the universe decide to play such a cruel joke on me ?

I haven’t been near a woman in seven years. Not alone in the same room, anyway. And now, I have this absolutely perfect specimen, ripe and teasing my dick relentlessly, with her big eyes and plump lips. The things I could do to her right now… The ways I could bend that tiny little body.

I think I can smell her cunt from where I stand eight feet away. Four steps is all it would take…

“I’m sorry, Mr. Grant. Were you not expecting me?”

Huffing out a gruff sigh, I grip the countertop to keep something in my hands. To stop myself from dropping my jeans and yanking one off right here in front of her. “I told Jake to send me someone good . Someone… older or, I don’t know. Experienced .”

Her little cheeks blush fervently, and it makes my cock surge with blood. “Well, I think he sent me here because I helped out on a farm most of my life growing up. And I am a hard worker. I don’t mind getting dirty or on my knees, if that’s what it takes. I’ll do just about anything I can!”

She pauses and tilts her head as the deep groans escaping my chest get louder with every word she speaks. I can’t be near her… I’m about to hurt her. Calm yourself, you disgusting pig.

The girl is clearly too young for me and a beauty, while I’m a brute. Old. Pouch gut. Worn out and tired. “How old are you, anyway?”

“I’m eighteen.” My head hangs backward as I stare at the ceiling. Her sunshine voice cuts through my visions of picking her up and thrusting inside her little pussy. “How old are you, anyway?”

“A lot older.”

Her jaw drops, and my dick throbs at the image of stuffing it inside her. “That’s rude. I answered your question. Shouldn’t you answer mine?”

I could tell at the wedding she was going to be miss go-getter. Probably always sleeps a perfect eight hours and wakes up refreshed. She is a child. Of course she would. “I’m forty-two, and I don’t think this will work out. I need someone… bigger .”

She tosses her hands on her hips like she’ll scold me. “That’s discrimination. You haven’t even let me prove how much I can do.”

It’s taking everything in me to not respond to her comments about how hard she can work or being on her knees or willing to do anything…

“You stay right there and give me a minute. I’ll be right back.” I leak with urgent need, my throbbing length desperate to release from its cage. Turning around, I head back into the kitchen and unbutton my jeans. As my palm grips my cock, I get some relief, but freeze when I hear her enter right behind me.

Leaning over the kitchen island, I grit out, “Didn’t I tell you to stay?”

“Y-yes, but you’re getting a call. I j-just came to hand over your phone. You left it in the other room.” Sure enough, my cell rings in her little hand, and I try to hide my erection by the countertop as much as possible when she lays the device in front of me.

Instead of leaving while I answer it, she gazes around the room, familiarizing herself with things in the cabinets. “Yeah?”

“Justin! Hey, we need someone to fill in next month. Can you make it out here? Alaska this time.”

My breath comes out in a loud pant as I squeeze my eyes closed. “No, Chris. Told you, I’m retired from the oil rig. Got my parent’s inn to take care of now that they’re gone. I’m staying put. Too old for that kind of work. Check with some of those young guns you got on payroll.”

“Alright, man. Well, if you change your mind, give me a call!” Pressing the end button, I worry about how to take care of this situation standing in my kitchen.

The little girl peeks at me behind a blonde curl. “Do you miss it?”

Furrowing my brow, I glance to where she’s set out some flour and baking soda on the marble top island. “What?”

“The oil rig. I understand you worked there a long time. Do you miss that? And… sorry about your parents. Was it sudden?”

Shaking my head, I try to contain my irritation at her questions. “No. Not like—” There it is… those flashes of Kimberley’s car at the bottom of the ravine during the snowstorm. Police coming to tell me she’d slipped off the road. Everything I’d been avoiding since being back. “No. The only thing I miss is solitude. What are you doing with that?”

“Thought I could prove to you how good of a cook I am! If you want to tell me what you need done, I can set myself to work. I mean, other than a good cleaning or floor polishing, laundry, all of that. I’ll take care of it. And I’ll stay out of your way. I saw books in there that look good to read at night.”

Shit . She’ll be staying here. Backing away from the countertop to put more distance between my lumbering body and her small one, I cross my arms. “No parties. No drinking or drugs. No smoking. You do your thing, like you just said, and I’ll do mine. There’s a lot of plumbing, electrical, and woodwork I need to busy myself with and can’t be watching over you all the time. Cook three squares a day. Clean the place. Understand?”

Her hair shakes as she nods her head with fear behind her eyes. “Um, Mr. Grant?”

“Call me Justin. Mr. Grant sounds like I’m your teacher or something.”

“Justin? Y-your fly is open.”

My eyes grow wider than saucers as I spin and button up my fly and adjust myself. Fuck. There’s no way she missed my hard on sticking like a flagpole out of my pants.

Hurrying to the door between the kitchen and dining room, I pause and tap on the doorframe with my thumb. I don’t mean for it to, but it comes out really rough when I spit out, “And no boys .”

Shaking my head, I try to make it upstairs while my aching erection throbs against the metal of my jeans. Why’d I say no boys ? If she had boys over, then it would be less of a distraction for me. I’d hope.

This is not how I thought this month would go. I figured I’d get some young ski punk up here and teach him carpentry, some plumbing. Then we’d get one of the local old ladies to plan a party.

Instead, I got Miss Perky Princess with a perfectly pliable body and perfumed pussy just waiting for me down the hall. How am I going to stay the fuck away from her?

When I make it to my bedroom, I slam the door closed and rip open my fly. As I pull down the waistband of my boxers, my heavy cock bobs out as if saying thank you, and I grip it like I’m mad at it. Because I am. Why can’t I get control of this thing?

Tugging myself for some relief, I imagine the snowflake’s tiny tits in my mouth, her wet virgin cunt wrapped around my dick as I rip into her flesh with seven years of pent up lust. But it’s not just her beautiful face or body that consumes me now. All I can hear is her saying, “Mr. Grant,” over and over in that bright voice with her broad smile.

Picturing her blue eyes widening as I plunge inside her while she says, “Mr. Grant… Daddy…” makes me growl loudly and spew all over my hands and onto the floor. The orgasm rips through my loins so violently, I almost fall to my knees, but slam my palm against the wall to keep me steady.

But it’s all of no use. Instead of some respite from the surging lust, I’m still half-hard. And ready to pop a full one as soon as the little vixen comes near, I’m sure. This may not work out.

Fortunately, for the rest of the afternoon, I’m able to hide in the upstairs bathrooms and clear drains, replace toilets, and tear out some old fixtures. My earbuds are in, so I can try to listen to an audiobook about boring things. Nothing to do with barely legal girls that work for me.

Despite the noise in my ears, I hear my stomach growl when it gets near dinner time and the smells of beef and bread hit my nose. My mouth waters at such aromas. It’s been a long time since I had a good home-cooked meal. But I don’t expect much from my new hire.

Taking my time in the shower to jerk one off again, I get myself to about only a fourth full. Not flaccid, but hopefully nothing that January will notice when I have to see her in the kitchen. I take my time to style my unruly mane somewhat, noticing more grays along the temple and in my beard. Maybe I should go into town for a haircut and trim. My fingers pinch the top of my nose as I sigh. I’m trying to impress her. The young, beautiful girl downstairs. I’m an ogre. An oaf. I couldn’t even pull something like that when I played football in high school, let alone now.

When I emerge from my bedroom wearing a clean Henley and pair of jeans, my mouth waters as I approach the kitchen. A lilting melody floats through the crack in the swinging door. She’s singing . And my heart clenches as I remember Kimberley doing that very thing when she’d bake cookies during the holidays.

Pressing my hands to the door, it opens up and a feast for two lies on the small kitchen table. A basket of rolls, short ribs with carrots under some type of glaze, fancy looking mashed potatoes, and pie.

“Wow.”

She relinquishes a loud scream and jumps three feet into the air. “Oh my gosh, Mr. Grant! I mean, Justin! I didn’t see you!”

Her tits bounce under the Crystal Frond T-shirt she wears, and with her hair up in a ponytail, she looks even younger. And, sure enough, my cock rebounds to its full stature. I’m so fucked.

Trying to gain some of her composure, she points to the table. “I-is this okay? Does it look good? I wasn’t sure what you wanted, but didn’t want to disturb you, either, so I just sort of found things in the freezer back there, and I?—”

“This is perfect. Really. Better food than I’ve seen in years. Thank you.” Stammering, she stands near one chair as I take a seat at the head of the table. “Sit, sit and eat.” At my first bite of the ribs, I almost come in my pants, but slyly reach down and grip the tip. “Holy fuck! This is amazing.”

Her face lights up brightly as she takes the chair near me. “Yeah? I can change things, if you need. I thought…” She stuffs some mashed potatoes in and pauses.

“Thought what?”

Pursing her pink lips, she considers her answer carefully. “Thought you could use a menu , you know? Like what exactly to make on which day. For the guests. And the party, of course.”

My brow furrows. “Party?”

She blinks rapidly while gazing into my eyes. It’s enough for me to almost toss all the plates onto the floor and ravage her cunt here on the table. “Aren’t you having a grand re-opening party?”

“Oh.” Taking a bite of the other dishes, I moan in approval. “I suppose that would be best. It’s just not my thing.”

Bouncing in her chair like a kid, she claps her hands together. “I live for coordinating parties! Let me do it!”

Pretending that my groan is from the food and not from watching her utter excitement, I cough back some carrots and grab a drink of water. “Then have at it. I’ll hand it all over to you. Even the catering and menus .”

Her fingers reach over to latch onto my forearm with some affection. But her touch sends shockwaves through my blood, straight to my groin. My hips lift off my chair, but I somehow stop myself from pillaging her. She pulls her hand back quickly. Probably thinking I’m offended. Really, I just want that grip of hers lower on my body. And I can’t imagine what her touch would feel like everywhere on me. Those parted lips on mine.

“Um, thank you, Justin.”

I hurriedly eat so I can get back to my room to take care of my leaking cock. As I think about tossing my napkin down and running away, she blinks at me and asks, “I found a set of cake molds, but they’re on the top cabinet shelf. I can’t find a step stool…”

“Show me.”

She hustles to a cabinet, probably sensing how tense I am. Opening it, she stretches how far she can and lifts on her toes, reaching her arm way up as her shirt exposes a strip of her pearly skin above her jeans. Not even slowing down, I take three long strides and stand behind her. My raging hard on slots her ass cheeks while grabbing the pans.

The sensation is too much for me to bear. Planting my spread palm over the warm skin on her waist, I grip her tightly and thrust once, twice, three times into her ass. I come in my pants with a violent roar while she stiffens in my hold. Gasping for air, I freeze, then release her.

And run as fast as I can out of the kitchen.