some sort of trouble.”
“Attacked? By who? So let’s go ask her. I want to know what’s going on and how serious it is.”
Max stopped Eric from going after Stacy.
“Wait. I don’t think we should ask her right now. I think it will scare her and piss her off. She sounded really concerned about whether or not Millie gave the investigator her location.”
Eric rubbed his hand along his jaw.
“I don’t like the sound of that.”
“Neither do I, but we don’t have much of a choice. We don’t know her.”
“Well let’s get to know her. Let’s get her to take Tex’s job as our cook. That way we can get to know her and keep an eye on her, too.”
“Sounds good to me.”
* * * *
Max tried to adjust his stance as his cock pressed against the zipper of his crotch, begging for release. He held the ladder steady with one hand while he held Stacy’s thigh with his other hand. Her thigh felt toned and muscular beneath his fingertips, and every time she shifted to raise her arms to hammer in one of the fancy moldings, her breasts lifted. So did her tank top that revealed a firm-looking belly and what appeared to be a tiny indication of a tattoo below her waistline. The top of her jeans fell slightly over her hip bones, revealing a small amount of color from the tattoo. Her skin was lightly tan, and her belly dipped in the center, indicating she was trim and fit. He absorbed the way her round ass fit snugly in the worn-out jeans and that a small tear near her rear turned him on as much as the nakedness of her belly. He was fucked big-time. No woman ever made him analyze or absorb every tiny thing about her. The longer he held her, the more he wanted to possess her. She was so feminine and adorable. His mind traveled in a thousand directions toward fantasies he never thought he could create just from watching a woman work. She shifted again, and he absorbed the sight of her toned arms. When she pulled off her T-shirt after ripping it on a nail against the wood a short time ago, he thought about pressing her body against the side of the house and kissing her. But he knew that move would have led to him copping a feel and maybe even playing with her nipples.
“Hello, more nails please,” she stated, interrupting his thoughts.
That was when he noticed her shoulder.
“What’s that on your shoulder? It looks like a bruise or something,” he asked, and Stacy turned to look where he stared. “It’s nothing. Just hand me the nails,” she replied with her hand palm out, waiting for him.
He reached in his pocket and handed over more nails, and Stacy started hammering in the last piece of fancy molding. She had done an excellent job, and he wondered where she learned to do carpentry and fix things. She finished and began to step down the ladder. He helped her, and when she reached the bottom, he stopped her from getting away from him. Towering over her, he held one hand against her waist, indicating for her not to move while he reached up and gently pushed the material on her shoulder to the side. He wanted to see the bruise.
“What are you doing?” she asked, and he heard her shaky voice.
“What happened? This looks recent and painful, Stacy.” He checked it out and saw that the bruising led further under her shirt, more than likely across her shoulder blade.
“Please don’t do that. It’s no big deal. I fell and hit a piece of furniture,” she replied, but her eyes showed that she was lying.
He placed his fingers under her chin as he used his thumb to caress her cheek.
“That’s a pretty bad bruise. How exactly did you get it?” he asked, using his professional tone that usually got people shaking in their boots.
“I’m a klutz, remember? I did nearly fall off the ladder,” she replied with the last few words sounding soft and forced.
He caressed her lower lip then softly moved his hand from her waist higher to nearly her breast line. She inhaled, causing her chest to push out and his
“Attacked? By who? So let’s go ask her. I want to know what’s going on and how serious it is.”
Max stopped Eric from going after Stacy.
“Wait. I don’t think we should ask her right now. I think it will scare her and piss her off. She sounded really concerned about whether or not Millie gave the investigator her location.”
Eric rubbed his hand along his jaw.
“I don’t like the sound of that.”
“Neither do I, but we don’t have much of a choice. We don’t know her.”
“Well let’s get to know her. Let’s get her to take Tex’s job as our cook. That way we can get to know her and keep an eye on her, too.”
“Sounds good to me.”
* * * *
Max tried to adjust his stance as his cock pressed against the zipper of his crotch, begging for release. He held the ladder steady with one hand while he held Stacy’s thigh with his other hand. Her thigh felt toned and muscular beneath his fingertips, and every time she shifted to raise her arms to hammer in one of the fancy moldings, her breasts lifted. So did her tank top that revealed a firm-looking belly and what appeared to be a tiny indication of a tattoo below her waistline. The top of her jeans fell slightly over her hip bones, revealing a small amount of color from the tattoo. Her skin was lightly tan, and her belly dipped in the center, indicating she was trim and fit. He absorbed the way her round ass fit snugly in the worn-out jeans and that a small tear near her rear turned him on as much as the nakedness of her belly. He was fucked big-time. No woman ever made him analyze or absorb every tiny thing about her. The longer he held her, the more he wanted to possess her. She was so feminine and adorable. His mind traveled in a thousand directions toward fantasies he never thought he could create just from watching a woman work. She shifted again, and he absorbed the sight of her toned arms. When she pulled off her T-shirt after ripping it on a nail against the wood a short time ago, he thought about pressing her body against the side of the house and kissing her. But he knew that move would have led to him copping a feel and maybe even playing with her nipples.
“Hello, more nails please,” she stated, interrupting his thoughts.
That was when he noticed her shoulder.
“What’s that on your shoulder? It looks like a bruise or something,” he asked, and Stacy turned to look where he stared. “It’s nothing. Just hand me the nails,” she replied with her hand palm out, waiting for him.
He reached in his pocket and handed over more nails, and Stacy started hammering in the last piece of fancy molding. She had done an excellent job, and he wondered where she learned to do carpentry and fix things. She finished and began to step down the ladder. He helped her, and when she reached the bottom, he stopped her from getting away from him. Towering over her, he held one hand against her waist, indicating for her not to move while he reached up and gently pushed the material on her shoulder to the side. He wanted to see the bruise.
“What are you doing?” she asked, and he heard her shaky voice.
“What happened? This looks recent and painful, Stacy.” He checked it out and saw that the bruising led further under her shirt, more than likely across her shoulder blade.
“Please don’t do that. It’s no big deal. I fell and hit a piece of furniture,” she replied, but her eyes showed that she was lying.
He placed his fingers under her chin as he used his thumb to caress her cheek.
“That’s a pretty bad bruise. How exactly did you get it?” he asked, using his professional tone that usually got people shaking in their boots.
“I’m a klutz, remember? I did nearly fall off the ladder,” she replied with the last few words sounding soft and forced.
He caressed her lower lip then softly moved his hand from her waist higher to nearly her breast line. She inhaled, causing her chest to push out and his
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