Her Dirty Builders (Men at Work #10) - Mika Lane Page 0,44

my thumb deeper in her ass while pistoning her pussy. My balls began to tighten as I got ready to shoot my load.

At the same time, Ty groaned, thrusting himself deeply into Esme’s mouth one last time, presumably unloading his own explosion down her throat.

He pulled out of her mouth in time for her to buck her head and shudder while an orgasm rolled over her.

That was all I needed.

I started to pump my cum inside her with every ounce of energy I had, ramming her pussy over and over until she was weak from my fucking.

I caught her as her shaking legs gave out, and pulled her to me for that kiss I meant to grab earlier. She was soft and pliant under me. Our fit was perfect.

Actually, more than perfect.

29

ESME

Bam, bam, bam.

Who was banging on my door at the crack of dawn?

I slid my feet into my scuffs and pulled a sweatshirt over my nightie.

I hoped it wasn’t a neighbor complaining about the construction, or worse, the general appearance of the exterior of the house.

Although it was a lot better than it had been just a few weeks before.

And then another thought stopped me mid-stairs. My heart began to pound as the panic set in.

What if it was the bank? The fucking bank. Did they even operate that way, showing up at your house unannounced, asking for either their money or you to vacate the house they were foreclosing on?

Could they just show up and kick my sorry ass out?

I’d never heard of anything like that, but banks were such dicks, who the hell knew?

I grabbed my phone but wasn’t even sure whom to call.

My dad? Cripes, I couldn’t bother him with any more of my problems.

Charli? She’d come over, guns a-blazing, and probably get us both thrown in jail.

One or all of the guys? They’d know what to do—

“Open up, Esme. I can hear you in there!” a voice boomed, pounding on the door.

Holy shit. Was that Eddie?

I yanked the door open. “What are you doing here?” I asked, too shocked to even consider whether I should be polite or rude.

I’d not laid eyes on him since our rehearsal dinner, the night before the wedding-that-wasn’t.

He had new glasses. A new haircut. And an expensive-looking new suit.

Nice that he was living so well.

He started to cross the threshold when I put my hand on his chest.

“No, no, no. You don’t just get to walk in here,” I said, trying to fill the doorway with my frame.

He dutifully took a step back and held his hands up in surrender. “Okay. Okay. But don’t forget, I’m half owner of this house, too.”

Was he really going there?

“Yeah, half owner of a house you dumped on me, and which you’ve contributed nothing to get it fixed up for sale.”

He put his hands on his hips and looked down at his polished wing tips. “I know. I know all that Esme. I’ve caught the house up on the mortgage payments. But I have more to talk to you about than that.”

I raised my eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.

Looking back at me, his mouth trembled. “I… I made a mistake, Esme. I did a horrible thing in calling off the wedding. And I’m so, so sorry.” His voice caught as he stifled a sob.

Holyfuckingshit. Was he for real?

I just kept staring at him, trying to assess whether he was full of it or being sincere.

He took a deep breath to compose himself. “Can we… can we just talk?”

Well, shit. I didn’t have to be at work for almost three hours, he’d woken me up so early.

“Would you like to come in for some coffee?”

He smiled gratefully and followed me into the house.

“Holy shit. This place is looking amazing,” he said, walking around in wonder. “And look at the goddamn kitchen. What happened to the old cabinets?”

“McKinney Construction is doing the work on the house including the kitchen. It’s not a total renovation, since I don’t have the money for that, but they’re fixing up a few things that should help it sell.” I stood back next to him as he gazed at Ty’s gorgeous woodwork.

“What a transformation. It’s incredible how a few things can make such a difference.” He turned toward me.

And was standing uncomfortably close.

“Esme. I want to try again. I want us to try again. I’ve… missed you so much. I’ve just been miserable.”

He had a funny way of showing it.

“Eddie, last time we spoke you threatened to sell the house