Hana's Handyman (2 page)

“Geez, get a grip, you freak. How many men do you think actually look like that?”

“Tons. We’ve read the books; they’re everywhere.”

“So reality isn’t going to enter into this discussion at all?” Hana rolled her eyes and took a healthy sip of her beverage.

“Okay, sorry, but damn, you’ve been shunning the male of our species with the fervor of a novice getting ready to take her vows for quite a while now. What is it about Mr. Sam that got your attention?”

“He seems normal, ordinary, I don’t know; regular,” Hana responded instantly.

“Those are the qualities you’ve been holding out for?”

“Yeah, as a matter of fact they are. Do I need to remind you of the debacle that was my last relationship?”

“Point taken,” Lydia said with an exaggerated shiver. “Here’s to hiring a hunky handyman. Hey, go me with the alliteration!”

Hana laughed as they clinked wine glasses.

Chapter Two

“Mornin’,” Sam called as he opened the back door and walked into the kitchen. Unlike the last two weeks, Hana wasn’t there greeting him with her knockout smile. Disappointment slammed into him hard.

Hana Coswald was the most interesting woman he’d met in a very long time. She was extremely intelligent, fun to be around and incredibly easy to talk with. She could voice strong opinions without being bitchy and, more than once, met and bested his double entendre humor. Maybe his best friend Bart was right; age-appropriate women had a hell of a lot to offer.

“It’s shocking how fast eight o’clock happens when one falls into bed at five.”

Hana walked into the room. Sam took a step to the side, leaned against the counter and struggled to get his shit under control. Her hair was damp and little curling pieces framed her round face. Her feet were bare, and damn if her toenails weren’t painted fire-engine red. The knee-length shorts and loose T-shirt stating, “I like you but if zombies chase us, I’m tripping you” shouldn’t have been a sexy outfit, but his cock sprang to attention.

“Out partying, were ya?” he asked, both glad to finally have the opportunity to find out if she was dating somebody and dreading the answer.

“Partying, yes, out, no,” she said, moving close enough that he got a whiff of flowery clean woman. She reached over, pulled the coffeepot off the stand and began filling it at the new sink. He balled his fingers into fists to keep from touching her. “It took me a while to embrace web cams and online chatting, but now, I love it. I definitely had a wee too much to drink, though.” Hana flashed a quick grin his way before opening the cupboard and pulling out the tin of coffee. “God, I’m so glad you did the kitchen first.”

He stared at her, completely speechless.
She couldn’t… Naw, there’s no way, but web cams in the middle of the night? Exactly what kind of partying is she into?

“Nice face, Sam.” She laughed. “Leave it to a guy to immediately think of porn.”

“You have no idea what I was thinking.”

“Let’s see, you’re staring at me all bug-eyed with your mouth hanging open. Go ahead, tell me I’m wrong,” she dared him, crossing her arms under her ample breasts.

The position made it crystal clear she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“You’re absolutely right. I’m definitely having impure thoughts at the moment.” His horny ratcheted up when her cheeks turned bright pink. “Plus curiosity is killing me.” He took a step closer.

“I told you my older sister Claire lives in London.”

Sam nodded, remembering the hysterically funny stories Hana had shared about the mischief the two of them had caused back in the day.

“A couple of times a month, we get together to play internet games, drink wine and gossip.” She ran her tongue along her full lower lip and shrugged. “Sorry to disappoint, but my social life is beyond tame.”

“I’m pretty sure you couldn’t disappoint me if you tried.”

“W-what?”

She looked at him with such surprise he decided to push the proverbial envelope. He gently grasped her left wrist, guiding her hand to rest on his hip as he wrapped his other arm around her back. “Are you in a relationship, Hana?”

“Am I removing your hands from my person?” she asked with a grin.

“No, no, you’re not.” Sam lowered his head and softly touched his lips to hers. Hana’s hands moved slowly up his back. When she pressed her luscious tits against his chest, Sam took control of her mouth the way he’d been dreaming about since the day they met. She tasted minty, and holy fuck, could she kiss. Each stroke of her tongue along his sent shock waves straight to his dick. He cupped her ass cheeks and pulled her tight against his groin. She moaned and raked her fingernails across his shoulders.

Figuring she needed air as much as he did, Sam reluctantly relinquished her lips but continued kissing along her chin then down the side of her neck. Hana ran her fingers through his hair and flexed her hips forward.

“Oh yeah,” he mumbled, nipping her right earlobe then licking the sting away.

“We, probably, shouldn’t, be, doing, this,” she said between short gasps.

“Why the hell not?” He lifted his head to look at her. Hana’s eyes were dark with passion, and her lips were wet and slightly swollen.

“‘Cause I think it breaks the rules.” Her expression was hesitant, questioning, but she was sliding her hands underneath his T-shirt.

“Which rules are those, sweetheart?” He followed her lead, bunching up her tee until his palms met warm skin.

“The employee-employer ones.” Her thumbs brushed across his nipples.

Sam smiled. “Oh, I think you’re game for breaking ‘em.”

Hana’s mind reeled as her body ignited. She’d been dreaming of getting down and dirty with Sam since their first meeting. Her sister’s enthusiastic support last night, plus Lydia’s encouragement from the beginning, had her libido amped into overdrive. Now, with his big strong hands caressing up her body and his impressive erection pressing deliciously against her abdomen, he was absolutely right. Hana wanted Sam with an urgency she hadn’t felt in a very long time; if ever.

Goose bumps rose along her skin when Sam cupped her breasts. He stroked and fondled, causing the material of her shirt to tickle across her pebbled nipples. Wave after wave of heat shot straight to her pussy. She whimpered and flexed her hips. Immediately, Sam repositioned, pressing his thigh between her legs. Hana shamelessly rubbed her clit against him.

In a hot minute, Sam divested both her and himself of their shirts. “Beautiful,” he whispered, gazing at her while gently pinching her nipples. He kissed the tip of her nose before lowering his head to take her breast into his mouth. Hana draped one arm over his shoulder for support as he used his tongue, teeth, lips and hands with decadent skill. Her legs quivered, and she was pretty sure her juices were soaking through her shorts onto his denim-clad thigh.

Desperate to give Sam equal pleasure, Hana ran her hand along his erection. Her knees nearly buckled when he responded with a purposeful nip to the underside of her breast. She attempted to unbuckle his belt with shaky fingers and failed miserably. She harrumphed loudly and gave it a sturdy tug.

For a large man, Sam was extremely quick. In one fluid movement, Hana found herself lifted and cradled in his strong arms.

“I’ll be happy to help you with that, sweetheart, once we’re in a more comfortable spot.” He moved with purpose toward her bedroom.

Hana nuzzled the side of his neck, infinitely grateful Sam was in charge of transportation. With her racing heart, the butterflies dancing in her tummy, and her inability to breathe correctly, she had no doubt walking was definitely out of the question.
Hopefully, I don’t pass out before we get to the good stuff.
She giggled at the thought.

“Gonna tell me what’s so funny?” he asked as he came to a stop next to her king-size bed. When he tried to let her down, she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on.

“I’m too horny to stand up.”

“Damn, I sure appreciate the ego stroke,” Sam said with a sexy as hell grin as he carefully set her down on the mattress.

Empowered by the lust shining in his eyes, Hana rested her palms against his chest to keep him from coming down with her. “Belt removal?” she reminded.

Sam laughed while doing what she asked. When he popped open the first button of his fly, Hana scrambled up onto her knees. “Please, let me, Sam.” She rested her hands on her thighs, maintaining eye contact while waiting for his permission to proceed.

His expression darkened, intensified, and he slowly drew his arms behind his back. He raised an eyebrow and gave a slight nod.

At fifty-two, Hana knew exactly what she wanted sexually, but the few men she’d been with since her divorce had been sadly disappointing. Every instinct she possessed cried out that Sam would fulfill her in ways she’d only dreamed of.

She unfastened his pants and pushed them down. His cock was beautiful. She wrapped her fingers around the thick base, leaned forward and licked. Sam let out a soft moan and rested his hand on the back of her head.

Hana took her sweet time tasting and teasing his entire length. The contrast of a penis, soft skin over steely hardness, never ceased to amaze her. She carefully held his balls and tasted them also. When she couldn’t hold off another second, Hana guided him into her mouth.

She loved giving head as much as getting fucked. Worshipping a cock gave such a sense of power, while intensifying her need to show submission to her partner. She eagerly took him as deep as possible then set a rhythmic pace.

“That’s it, honey; Jesus, you’re incredible,” he encouraged as he grasped a handful of her hair.

Hana struggled not to climax when Sam became an active participant in his blowjob. He flexed his hips in perfect sync with her sucking, while using just the right amount of pressure to help lift her head up and down. God, how she wanted to taste his cum!

Sam obviously had other ideas. She whimpered when he held her still and pulled out of her mouth. In silence, he took his pants all the way off, grabbed a condom from his wallet, and rolled it on.

“Lie back.” he ordered quietly.

She complied immediately. Sam yanked her shorts and panties off and tossed them to the floor. He slid his hands up along the inside of her legs, opening her to his perusal as he crawled onto the bed.

“Hold onto the headboard.” He stared at her cunt, licking his lips. Hana’s hips jerked up off the mattress when his fingers stroked her from anus to clit. “So wet and ready for me.” Sam grasped onto her ass cheeks, and Hana tightened her grip on the spindles.

There was no gentle build up, no teasing. Sam went down on her with staggering intensity. Her legs quivered uncontrollably as he alternated between tongue fucking her to within an inch of her life and sucking on her clit.

Her orgasm slammed into her with the force of a runaway freight train. Hana bucked and cried out while grinding her pussy against his face. Fire raced through her veins. Her pulse pounded in her ears.

As her climax continued, Sam rose up, draped her legs over his thighs and slid inside her with one powerful thrust. Hana cried out again.

“Yesss,” he hissed, gathering her close and pounding into her body.

The sounds of the bed frame rattling, grunts of exertion and flesh slapping flesh filled the room, adding to the overall hotness of the event. Hana couldn’t believe how much the reality mirrored her fantasies.

Sam did some shouting of his own when he came.

Chapter Three

Hana gloried in the weight of Sam’s body atop hers. His heart hammered so hard she could feel it against her breast. She ran her hands up and down his perspiration-dampened back, wishing they could stay right here, like this, for at least a week.

“That was amazing.” Sam propped himself up on his arms and grinned down at her.

“Yeah, it was,” she agreed, returning his smile.

He leaned down and kissed her with such tenderness her heart skipped a beat. When he slowly pulled out of her body, she missed their intimate connection instantly. It must have reflected in her expression.

“Hey, do you think my boss-lady will be pissed if I take the day off today?”

“Probably not, if you have a very good reason, that is.”

“I have a burning desire to make love with the sexiest woman on the planet until we both can’t form a coherent thought.”

“Oh, she definitely approves the time off.”

“Then don’t move, I’ll be right back.”

Sam headed toward the bathroom. Hana greatly enjoyed watching him as he went. He was a fine looking man. When he returned, he pulled more condoms from his wallet and set them on the bedside table. “I’m gonna go grab something to drink. Can I get you anything?”

“A bottle of water would be great, thanks.”

Hana quickly took care of her own personal business and hopped into bed as he came back into the room. She took a long drink of the water he offered then scooted over to give him space. Sam fluffed up the pillows and settled himself against the headboard. Hana eagerly went into his embrace when he held out his arm to her.