The Renovation (Contemporary Reverse Harem 2)

just about exploded in her face. Jesus, this girl.

A rustling in the bushes grabbed our attention, and I suddenly worried some park ranger was going to find us—me with my pants down, and Jayma about to suck me. I figured there would at least be a big fine for public indecency, if the ranger wanted to be a cold-hearted ass about it.

But it was just a fat old jack rabbit, stopping to take a look at us, and then disappearing as quickly as he’d joined us. I breathed a deep sigh of relief. No one was going to interrupt me and my girl, at least not then.

Chapter 15

JAYMA

Ugh. There was a part of me that whispered I shouldn’t have been messing around with Wyatt when I’d been with Carter and Tanner just nights before. I mean, who did that? Not nice girls like me.

Guess I was done being nice.

I could make some lame excuse and walk away from them all, go back to my shitty little house, and wait for the fucking bank to come and kick me out. But I was tired of letting life just happen to me. It was my turn to make shit happen, and everybody better get out of my fucking way.

And when I felt Wyatt’s giant dick pressing into my stomach, well, there was no way in hell I was not going to experience all he had to offer right then, and right there. If he hadn’t led me into the bushes, I might have his pants down around his ankles right in the middle of the trail we’d just been on.

I gazed up at him, his dirty blond hair spilling into his eyes since I’d pulled out the ponytail holder that held his little man bun. His gorgeous tan, lined face followed my every move as my hands slid from his thighs to grip his cock.

And what a beautiful cock it was. Long, with the most perfectly shaped crown, and so thick, my fingers wouldn’t even close around it. A glistening drop of precum hung from his tip, the only invitation this girl needed.

I extended my tongue to catch his salty tang, and gazed up at him again as I swallowed. His face was serious, as if he were concentrating with everything he had, but when he realized I was watching him right back, his face broke out in a beautiful grin. That just made me want to please him more.

So I took the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked until my cheeks hollowed. He groaned loudly, and for a minute, I wondered if any passersby might hear. But I realized I just really didn’t give a shit. I needed to do this, to express myself physically, and to give and receive some pleasure.

I took him deeper, about as deeply as I could without gagging, and reached a hand under his balls where I gently squeezed. He groaned again, his fingers burrowing into my hair, having pushed my bandana off at some point. I wasn’t sure where the damn thing went. It didn’t matter. I had others.

“Goddamn…” Wyatt murmured.

I felt his balls tighten in my hand as they sent cum driving through the length of his cock and into my mouth, where it slammed the back of my throat. I swallowed all that I could, and when I couldn’t take anymore, had to let the overflow run down my chin and onto the front of my shirt. It tasted like heaven.

Wyatt pulled me to my feet and held me while the life came back into my stiff legs.

“Fuck baby,” was all he could say, over and over.

After a great date with Wyatt, I returned to work with a spring in my step. His offer to help with the house gave me a new and badly needed sense of hope.

I asked the office intern to cover for me on the phones, and I slipped into a quiet conference room. I pulled some papers out of my purse.

“Hello, mortgage services,” said a perky voice

My stomach was knotting.

“Um, hi. May I speak with Mr. Fraser?”

“Please hold.” It seemed her perkiness was somewhat diminished when she found out I was calling for the banker who dealt with foreclosures. Yep, lady, I just called in on the loser line.

“Tony Fraser here,” a dull voice said. Seemed Mr. Fraser also thought less of customers who were defaulting on their home loans.

“Mr. Fraser, it’s Jayma Kersey. I’m calling about my mortgage.”

Papers rustled in the background. “Oh, hello, Ms. Kersey. Let me pull up your account.”

I heard lightning fast typing on a computer keyboard and several sighs. My palms were soaked, and a drip of sweat ran down my temple. I kept peering out the conference room door to make sure no one could overhear me.

“Okay, Ms. Kersey. I’ve got your account up right here. I can see that you’re several months in default on your loan, and you have approximately two weeks before the ownership of the house reverts to the bank.”

“Yes, I know that, Mr. Fraser. We discussed that last time we spoke. I’m calling you to discuss possibilities. I have some new options.”